Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "No, I always think you're weird today. You suddenly came back after buying skin care products, and suddenly said that you need to use it, and suddenly you don't need it, and then suddenly you need to use it again and again... It's hard to make it happen..."

The    short-haired little woman looked at him seriously with bright eyes, and suddenly said, "Little uncle, have you been particularly upset recently? Are you particularly prone to losing your temper?"

"Yep?"

   "You seem to be in this situation recently, didn't you just lose your temper inexplicably the day before yesterday?" Han Xiaoye said to himself, "Little uncle, don't you think your menopause has arrived earlier?"

  "..." The man's temple is agitated!

   "It's possible that you are working so hard all day long, and your work pressure is high. It is indeed very easy to cause endocrine disorders, and menopause will arrive earlier. Otherwise, I will ask Dr. Qin to prescribe a pair of Chinese medicine for you, and give you conditioning."

  She was chattering, and Fu Zhiyan's thin lips were about to straighten!

"To shut up."

  "..." Was she telling the truth? Does she still care about him? What is evil?

  Han Xiaoye was unhappy, and his mood turned cloudy.

"because of you."

"what?"

  The tall and stern man rubbed his forehead, his eagle eyes flashed a hint of helplessness, "Didn't you say I look old?"

   "When did I say that?" Han Xiaoye did not admit it.

   "You said the day before yesterday that I'm going through menopause, and yesterday you said that my beard is growing fast, not like a young guy..." He was expressionless and stated one by one.

  Han Xiaoye listened to him and remembered that she seemed to have said that, but she just said it casually, with no other meaning.

   "I didn't even say you are old!"

  Fu Zhiyan stared into her eyes and said coolly, "You said I don't look like a young guy anymore."

Han Xiaoye became anxious, "You're not a young guy, you're not in your teens or twenties. I'm not wrong. Besides, you're not a young guy, it doesn't mean I'll say you're old. Except Young man, it's still popular now, uncle!"

   She actually said she was an uncle! Big! uncle! Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped again, wishing to block her twitchy little mouth!

"Why do you look at me like that?" She reacted with hindsight, "Damn, the uncle I'm talking about isn't the kind of sloppy, sloppy old man. I mean someone like you, mature, with A man of temperament! Please, our women are not blind, handsome men are called uncles when they are in their thirties, and ugly men are called uncles, okay?!"

   "Just like a handsome man calling a girl a flirt, an ugly man is a hooligan! I'm complimenting you, not that you're old."

   "You really don't think I'm old?"

  Han Xiaoye glanced at him, "Why do I think you are older, male junior, holding gold bricks. I am holding three gold bricks, it's too late to laugh, why do you dislike it?"

"And look at you..." She began to count with her fingers straight, "The first is handsome, the second is rich, and the third is not fooling around looking for women, except for being sullen and paralyzed, there is nothing serious. People outside know. We got married, and we all thought that I found the treasure, and I also thought that I found the treasure myself, so I despised you when I was out of my mind."

   "If you want to dislike me, you dislike me. Look at you, in addition to being good in all aspects, you are also highly educated. As for me, I have nothing."

   In fact, she still has a bit of inferiority complex.

   But after marrying for so many years, there is only one loss, and it is not like before. Compare yourself with the women who chased Fu Zhiyan. Now that she doesn't do it, how can I say it? There's nothing to compare it with, so what if I don't win, Fu Zhiyan is her husband, not someone else's husband.

  Han Xiaoye bared his teeth, was in a happy mood, and the corners of his mouth flew up, "Speaking of which, little uncle, didn't you run to buy these things just because I said a few words?"

  Emma! How much do you care about her?

  Han Xiaoye is in a good mood to sing. This feeling is different from drinking cold soda in summer.

   is simply a pleasure.

   The man whose mind was pierced quickly avoided her sight and stood up, "I'll go pick Mu Ye home."

   "Little uncle, don't go, you haven't answered me yet."

   "Don't make trouble."

   He walked in a hurry, as if he were running away.

  Han Xiaoye laughed behind him like a cat who stole the fish, only the corners of his mouth were not pulled behind his ears.

   Haha, Fu Zhiyan cares about her!

   I really care about her!

   Long live!

   She hummed a song in a good mood, picked up the bag on the ground, and thought about giving it to Sinanqing later. After all, Fu Zhiyan doesn't need it, so he can't waste tens of thousands of dollars, right? So expensive, she couldn't bear it anyway. If it weren't for her skin care products, she didn't run out. Otherwise, whether it is for men or women, she just uses it herself. It's a pity that she still has a lot of skin care products. If she uses this, her bottles and jars will only be wasted.

at this time.

   The phone she put in her bag rang.

   "Who?"

  Han Xiaoye put the bag away and picked up the phone from the bag. Looking at it, the smile on his face instantly solidified.

   Caller ID is - Han Junqing!

   She hesitated for a few seconds, then hung up the phone. There seemed to be something urgent, so she called again immediately.

  Han Xiaoye frowned and connected, "Hello?"

   "Hey, little girl." Han Junqing said impatiently.

  Han Xiaoye didn't forget what Ji Shuya said, Han Junqing also participated in the kidnapping of Xia Xia, and his affection for him has disappeared in his repeated injuries.

   "If you have something to say, hurry up and let your fart go."

   "Little sister, you..." Knowing her temper, Han Junqing took a deep breath and said, "Little sister, help Dad, help the Han Group."

  What happened to Han Chengming and the Han family? Han Xiaoye didn't understand, so he held back his curiosity and waited for him to say it himself.

   Sure enough, Han Junqing continued to crackle out the reason for the call today.

   It turns out that since the beginning of the year, the stock of the Han Group has continued to decline. At the beginning, they did not take it to heart, thinking that it was a turbulent market and normal stock fluctuations. But gradually, they found that something was wrong, the stock fell to a record low, and suddenly a company announced that it would buy them.

   Now, both Han's shareholders and Han Chengming are dumbfounded.

  I couldn't find out who the boss of that company was, so I thought of calling Han Xiaoye.

  Han Xiaoye pursed his lips after he finished speaking, and asked him with a sneer, "You don't know who they are, do you think I would know? President Han looks down on me too much."

   "Little sister..."

   "Mr. Han, you should understand people's language and don't have Alzheimer's. I've said it many times, don't mistake your sister." Han Xiaoye said coldly, "Your sister is abroad, not me."