Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Proof." The condescending man pulled away her clothes.

   "What?" Han Xiaoye's mind was in a mess, and he held the man's hand with one hand, completely ignorant of what he meant.

   Her blushing face and her eyes like autumn water are very painful, especially her small red mouth is both love and hate. Fu Zhiyan's deep Danfeng eyes dimmed, and he bent down abruptly to capture her small mouth, absorbing the sweetness in her mouth, knowing that she was out of breath and could only cooperate with himself. Only then did she let go of her reluctantly, and said in a hoarse voice, "Didn't you say that I'm tired of you?"

"……"so what?

   "Prove it to you, there is no seven-year itch."

  Whether it is seven years, seventeen years, or seventy years, he will not have the itch of marriage, because he has been waiting for her to grow up. After waiting for another seven years, and finally turning her into Mrs. Fu, how could she have the seven-year itch of bullshit?

   Half an hour later, Han Xiaoye 'deeply' realized what proof is.

  Emma, ​​the evidence is too strong! She can't take it anymore!

  Especially the little monkey next to him didn't know when he woke up. He probably heard the movement, his big eyes opened and looked at her from time to time, and he stretched out his hand and waved it in the air, just like begging for a hug.

   That kind of inexplicable excitement made her feel ashamed, and at the same time she couldn't resist being dragged into the sinking together... The cloud and rain finally subsided, and Han Xiaoye was paralyzed into a ball, unable to get up at all.

   Fortunately, their bedroom is the master bedroom, which has a small bathroom.

   She let Fu Zhiyan hug her and clean her, and put her on the bed again. The phoenix eyes looked up at her slightly, with a **** voice, "Is it proven now?"

  “…”

   "Not enough proof?" How dangerous it sounds.

  Han Xiaoye was forced to threaten and gritted his teeth, "Prove it, prove it, right?"

   How can there be such a threat! But I have to say that she really can't get up. It seems that she lacks exercise after pregnancy, and her waist strength is simply not good. She had no doubt that if Fu Zhiyan did it again, her waist would definitely be broken!

  Emma, ​​people are under the eaves and have to bow their heads. The enemy's ammunition is abundant, our army's defense towers are scarce, and the strength is too disparate. Smart preservation of strength is the right choice for revolution!

  Rao is so, Han Xiaoye still feels that he has lost too much and is too faceless.

   I just made up my mind to ignore him and fight him coldly, but I rolled over the sheets, and I was rolled to admit defeat.

   She blushed.

   But it’s really not worth it. Rome wasn’t built in a day, but in another day, the city of Rome might not be able to sustain itself.

  Fu Zhiyan put on his clothes, regained his elegant and noble appearance, and raised the corner of his mouth. The high spirits contrasted sharply with her malaise, "I'll go see if the meal is ready, and I'll bring the dishes to you when it's done."

   "It's not good, I'd better get up and eat by myself."

   "Can you get up?"

  "..." Han Xiaoye's legs were weak, and he really couldn't get up. She didn't say anything, and gave the culprit a fierce look, "It's not your fault."

   The smile on Fu Zhiyan's face became even more pleasant, and he took out the nightgown for her and placed it by the bed, "Wait a while to wear this, so as not to rub it into uncomfortable places."

   - Avoid rubbing into uncomfortable spots!

  Boom!

  Han Xiaoye blushed and could compete with tomatoes.

  He, he, he actually said such rascal words in such a serious manner! The key is that such rascal words came out of his mouth and didn't make people lewd, on the contrary, there was a natural feeling.

  Fu Zhiyan saw her blushing like a tomato, he couldn't help but kissed her shivering Hongyanyan lips again, and when he leaned up again, he regained his calm and noble look. Pulling her under the quilt, he seemed to casually say, "YG Group is bankrupt, but that doesn't mean I'm bankrupt. You just take the little monkey carefree and go out for shopping with mom and the others when you have nothing to do. I can still take care of you."

   "Also, if you have any thoughts or plans in the future, you need to discuss it with me. Don't do it by yourself without me, do you understand?"

  Emma!

   So gentle, is she still her little uncle with facial paralysis?

"I'll say it again, there's enough money at home, you can use whatever you want. Don't run out by yourself and sell socks under the sun. Those." He pointed to the two cardboard boxes next to him, not allowing Retorted, "I'll let someone handle it for you."

   "I'll handle it myself!" Han Xiaoye was afraid that he would take it out and throw it away, so he quickly said, "The things I bought can be returned unconditionally within seven days. I'll call tomorrow to have the courier pick it up and return it to someone else."

"Yep."

   She hesitated for a while, but couldn't help but ask, "Uncle, why did the YG Group go bankrupt, doesn't it mean you're bankrupt? Aren't you the president of YG?"

  Fu Zhiyan was arrogant and dignified, his noble Danfeng eyes were raised, and a smile appeared, "Who stipulated that I can only be the president of YG Group?"

   This means…

  Han Xiaoye opened his eyes in disbelief.

   She is not stupid, Fu Zhiyan speaks human words, she can understand. Just a little hard to believe.

   If she understood correctly, Fu Zhiyan should mean that he has another company, right?

   Does Fu Zhiyan have another company?

When did this happen?

   How could she not know at all?

  Han Xiaoye wasn't sure if that was what he meant, because she had never heard him mention about other companies.

   They used to be the CT Entertainment company in Ruishi, which was also a branch of the YG Group.

   Did he really have a new company, or did he deliberately say something specious to comfort himself?

"little……"

  Han Xiaoye wanted to ask further, but unfortunately Fu Zhiyan didn't give her a chance. He had already opened the door and turned to her and said, "Okay, lie down for a while and wait for me to bring you in."

  Click.

  The door closed.

  …

   Outside the door.

  The dining table in the living room was already full of dishes, and Kitty Fu also came back and sat on the table obediently after washing his hands.

   Seeing his daddy come out, he said strangely, "Daddy, where is my mommy?"

   "She's tired." Fu Zhiyan pulled out the chair.

Feng Yaqin smiled and pursed her lips in response, "Girl Xiaoye went out for an afternoon stroll today, she must be tired, Mu Ye, you have to be good later, don't disturb your mommy to rest, okay? ?"

   Just now she could hear clearly, the girl Ono called out in a low voice in the room.

   Although it was not loud, she could hear it clearly. She is a past person, she is in her fifties, can she not know what the sound is?

   Feng Yaqin became happier the more she thought about it.

  Young people are energetic.