Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

Ji Shuya's face turned white, her teeth clenched her lips, she looked at Han Xiaoye hurt, and then forced a smile: "Xiaoye, you don't have to think of me as a teacher, it's just my sister helping my sister with her homework. ."

   "My mother gave birth to only one of me." Han Xiaoye didn't turn his head, he just pushed back, willfully took away Fu Zhiyan's newspaper, and couldn't let him ignore it: "I said I don't want tutoring."

   "Shu Ya is a top student in Colombia. She will teach you that it will be easier for you." Fu Zhiyan talked about things.

   is really affectionate!

   Han Xiaoye's good mood just now vanished. She didn't start, and said angrily, "I can learn it myself!"

"Oh?"

  Fu Zhiyan unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled up his sleeves casually.

   "Within a week, are you sure your total score will increase to 300?"

  300!

   Is Fu Zhiyan crazy?

   She only got a total of 59 points in the test now! There is a Sahara desert between 59 and 300!

   "Can't do it?" He folded his slender legs at will, leaning over and looking directly into the girl's eyes.

  “…”

   is unlikely, but she doesn't want Shuya to teach her. Heh, what does it mean to emphasize childhood sweethearts to her? He also fed Fu Zhiyan apples and pretended to be generous. Don't think she couldn't see it. Ji Shuya looked at her with contempt in her eyes. If you don't like her, why bother.

   If she likes it, she likes it, if she doesn't like it, she doesn't like it. If she doesn't like Ji Shuya, she won't pretend.

   "Anyway, I don't need tutoring."

  Han Xiaoye pouted angrily, his big eyes full of stubbornness.

   "I'm tired, I'm going to sleep."

   Without waiting for Fu Zhiyan to speak, she ran upstairs, and after a while, she stuck out half of her head from the stairs.

   "By the way, little uncle, experts say that men should eat less apples, which is prone to impotence."

   After saying that, for fear that the people below would take care of her, she slammed the door shut—

  …

   Ji Shuya's face turned blue and white, and the apple in her hand was not good either to hold or to put down. Just had to smile.

   "Ono doesn't seem to like me very much."

   "Yes." With a smile on the corner of Fu Zhiyan's mouth, he picked up the newspaper again: "She has a straight personality."

   Ji Shuya's nails fell into the apple, Han Xiaoye didn't like it because he was straight? Fu Zhiyan was hitting her in the face. Slap her face for the first time for a niece who appeared out of nowhere.

Ji Shuya breathed a sigh of relief, put down the apple, and said softly, "Brother Zhiyan, what should I do with Ono's tutoring? I have already sorted out the materials and brought them here. Ono's grades... are not optimistic. How can she be so willful, even if she doesn't? If you like me, you should also consider it. You have already agreed with the head teacher to see her grades in two weeks. If her grades do not go up, wouldn’t it be a problem for you…”

  Fu Zhiyan raised his head and gave her a deep look.

   Ji Shuya was startled by the warning in his eyes, and the words to say were stuck in her throat.

  Fu Zhiyan retracted his gaze, slowly folded the newspaper, and placed it on the table.

   "Shu Ya, that's my business, you overstepped."

  —Since when did Han Xiaoye’s business become his Fu Zhiyan’s business? !

   Ji Shuya seemed to be slapped, her mouth moved, her face was snow-white, and she murmured, "Brother Zhiyan, I'm not..."

   "Okay, let's put the information here. There seems to be a problem with the Ji family's subsidiary's capital chain. Go back and tell your uncle, I will help him, so he can rest assured." Fu Zhiyan interrupted her.

   This is the reward for sorting out the information for her. Oh, he is really a man with clear grievances, affectionate and ruthless to the extreme!

   Ji Shuya twitched the corners of her mouth but couldn't pull out a smile. But she understands the character of this man in the end, and she is not noisy. Just silently took out the documents from the bag and put them on the table, got up and smiled gracefully.

   "Brother Zhiyan, then I'll go first. My grandfather's birthday will be in a few days, please come and participate."

  Fu Zhiyan lowered his jaw slightly.

   Ji Shuya picked up her bag and walked out the door of the villa. As soon as she walked out of the villa, the gentle smile on her face disappeared, and her fingernails, which were painted with delicate danko, fell into her flesh.

  Korean-Small-Wild!

   She pursed her lips, and danger flashed across her eyes. Hmph, when she gets Fu Zhiyan and becomes her aunt, she will take care of this little girl slowly!

  …

in the room.

   "It's the most annoying thing that doesn't look like it!"

  Han Xiaoye was lying on the bed, rolling over and over, extremely irritable. Suddenly, she sat up again.

   She came up, didn't she just give that pretentious woman a chance to be alone with Fu Zhiyan?

  Imagine the scene where the men and women downstairs take one bite, and I take one bite, Han Xiaoye couldn't help but pouted.

no! What if the woman persuaded Fu Zhiyan? She didn't want that kind of duplicitous person to be a teacher.

  Han Xiaoye jumped up and sat up, quickly opened the door, and prepared to rush out to see the situation downstairs.

"Snapped-"

As soon as    went out, she bumped into a solid chest, and under the force of the force, she almost flew out. Fortunately, the man quickly grabbed her waist and hugged her into his arms, so she avoided the tragic fate of landing on the back of her head.

   "Where are you running so fast?" When the man spoke, his chest agitated slightly, Han Xiaoye pressed against his chest, and he could hear his heart beating strongly.

   She hurriedly broke free from the embrace of the person who came, took three steps away, lowered her head and obviously lied: "No, I didn't go anywhere."

   You can't say she's going to catch a rape, right? !

  Han Xiaoye was afraid of his question, so he quickly changed the subject: "Why did you come up here? What about Shu Ya?"

   "She went back." Fu Zhiyan fiddled with her tousled hair, took her into the room, pulled out the chair and sat down: "You won't come back if you don't like her."

"real?"

  Han Xiaoye's eyes lit up.

   "Well, but you don't like her that much? Why? You and she haven't met before, have you?"

  Fu Zhiyan asked casually, and his eyes fell on the neatly folded pajamas by the bed. The little prince and roses on the pajamas were particularly beautiful. His knife-like silhouette softened a little.

  He looked up and was about to ask her if she liked the clothes in the closet. Seeing the little girl who had turned her anger into a joy just now, she stayed there, as if she was in some trouble. If you don't like it, why do you need it? Can't meet the eye?

   "Han Xiaoye."

  “…”

  When had Mr. Fu of Ruicheng been ignored like this, he raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to grab the left wrist of the dazed girl, and dragged the person into his arms with force.

"what-"

  Han Xiaoye screamed in surprise and barely supported the man's knee. Because of the fright, her face blushed, and her eyes widened like a deer.

  Fu Zhiyan took a tight breath, his aggressive gaze swept from her crimson cheeks to her beautifully shaped breasts. The girl is now wearing a loose white T, and now she is bent over, her hands are on his knees, and he can see most of his upper body...