Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   That night she went back to sleep without eating. Feng Yaqin and the others were also worried that she was in a bad mood because of Han Chengming and Ji Shuya's mess. Unexpectedly, she regained her energy the next day, followed Fu Zhiyan to work early, and seemed to have come out of the haze.

  Time flies fast.

   In the blink of an eye, at the beginning of the new year, Kitty Fu finally came back from the army, and by the way also graduated from the city primary school. He was thrown into the army by Fu Zhiyan for one and a half years of training, and he skipped grades to finish the sixth grade, crushed a small group of students in the city, and graduated first.

  After graduating from elementary school, you have to go to junior high school.

   There is no good junior high school in City D, and Han Xiaoye struggles every day whether to send Kitty Fu to City C to study.

   When Fu Zhiyan came back, he saw the little woman in the house greeted him, as if he had been waiting for him for a long time.

   "Little uncle, you're back."

   "Yes." Fu Zhiyan changed his clothes and went in, "Why haven't you slept yet?"

  Han Xiaoye had indeed been waiting for him for almost three hours. Fu Zhiyan had an entertainment tonight, but she did not participate in order to pick up Fu Kitten back. After returning home, he had been waiting for Fu Zhiyan to come back.

"No……"

   "Do you have something to tell me?" Fu Zhiyan saw her through.

  Han Xiaoye nodded, poured him a cup of warm water and handed it over, "Drink it."

  Fu Zhiyan took it and took a sip, because his stomach cramped a little better because of drinking, his eagle eyes warmed, and he kissed her on the corner of the mouth.

  I didn't expect the short-haired little woman to take a step back abruptly, pursing her mouth, as if chasing him, "Little uncle, go take a shower first, and I'll tell you when you're done."

  Fu Zhiyan, "..."

  Why does he feel rejected?

   But he was really uncomfortable without taking a bath. Hearing that, he took his pajamas and went in to wash it. As soon as he entered, Han Xiaoye hurriedly wiped his mouth with his hands, and she felt more comfortable when she wiped off the smell of wine on her mouth. Recently, she especially dislikes smelling this pungent smell, and it makes her nauseous.

   Just now Fu Zhiyan came over to kiss her, and she almost couldn't hold back her nausea.

  Han Xiaoye touched his stomach, thoughtful.

  Fu Xiaojiu is almost 3 years old, could it be that she is pregnant again?

   The thought that there might be a little life in her belly made her feel special.

   Soon, the man who finished washing came out of the bathroom wiping his hair, and Han Xiaoye hurriedly took his hand away from his stomach. She just suspected that she might be pregnant, not sure yet. When she is free, she will go to the hospital to check first, and then tell him when she is sure, so as not to be uncertain and have fun.

  Han Xiaoye thought so, and then he suppressed the joy.

   "Let me wipe your hair for you. You sit on the sofa." She was in a good mood and offered to ask.

  Fu Zhiyan was tired all day and really didn't want to move. Think about it, sit over and lean on the sofa. Han Xiaoye took the veil and wiped his hair carefully.

   She is not short at 165, but she is almost the cutest height difference in front of a 185 man. Usually the one who was looked down at the top of the head, now Fu Zhiyan sat down and she was standing. She can openly observe the man on the sofa with his eyes closed.

   He seems to be very busy recently. He has only slept for five hours a day for more than a week, and it seems that dark circles are growing under his eyes.

  Han Xiaoye reached out and touched his eyelids, and suddenly put down the veil, "Wait."

   She went to the drawer and took out her eye mask, pasted two sheets under the man's eyes, and then picked up the mask again with satisfaction.

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly felt something cool under his eyes, and frowned, "What did you stick for me?"

"do not move."

  Han Xiaoye stopped him from touching and said.

"Eye mask, haven't you looked in the mirror? You are about to have dark circles under your eyes. You must never have dark circles. Once they grow, they won't go away. You don't want to wear panda eyes, Just put on an eye mask to soothe it."

   "Uncle, have you been busy recently?"

  Fu Zhiyan didn't move, his thin lips touched up and down, "A little bit."

   "What are you doing, why don't I know? I don't see much about the company's recent data, and the departments are quite harmonious."

   She has now re-mixed from the trainee secretary to the special assistant, and she has been mixed up step by step by her own efforts. So Han Xiaoye is very proud.

"I am busy."

   "What's the matter?" She thought to herself.

  Fu Zhiyan pinched the bridge of his nose, "You'll know in two days."

  What, it's mysterious.

   He didn't say it, and Han Xiaoye didn't bother to ask, anyway, she just asked casually. She gave all her attention to wiping his hair. Wiping and wiping, she was surprised, "Little uncle, are you still losing your hair?"

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye took a closer look, and there were indeed two hairs on the handkerchief. She took a closer look, "Only then did I realize that your hair doesn't seem to be as much as it used to be."

  “…”

  Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes, Danfeng squinted.

  Why does he feel that the hooligan has been despising him since he returned home?

"I will do it myself."

   "I'll wipe it for you, but you can't wipe the back if you wipe it yourself." Han Xiaoye hadn't noticed his abnormality yet.

   "I wipe it myself."

   Now she found out, she pulled the veil back and didn't give it to him. Staring at his dark handsome face, he looked stunned, "Little uncle, shouldn't you be angry?"

   "I didn't mean to look for ballast, I just saw your hair falling out. Say something."

   "You can't be like a guy in your early 20s who doesn't have dark circles and hair loss at your age."

   It’s okay if she doesn’t explain, it’s better not to explain.

  Fu Zhiyan could not wait to block her little red mouth, his heart throbbed.

   He is a little older than her. Could it be that the hooligan is starting to despise him?

  Fu Zhiyan suppressed the urge to look in the mirror and frowned, "Everyone loses their hair every day, regardless of age."

   "But I didn't find it before." Han Xiaoye also argued.

  Fu Zhiyan was stabbed again by her, knowing that her hair was normal, she felt a baldness crisis when she said that.

   He stood up, "No need to wipe."

   "I..." Han Xiaoye was about to die of grievance, Yaya, she had never noticed it before, how did she know that men would fall out of hair just like women. She also thought that hair loss was a woman's patent.

   "I just found out, why are you angry. Cheapskate."

  Fu Zhiyan laughed angrily at her, turned his head and glanced at her, "I didn't realize it was because it was the first time you helped me wipe the water."

  "..." Han Xiaoye felt guilty for a moment, and muttered in defense, "You didn't ask me to wipe it for you, who knew you wanted me to wipe your head for you."

  “…”

   "What if I told you to wipe it for you, would you dislike me for being clumsy?"