Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Try a bird!" Han Xiaoye squeezed out three words between his teeth.

   "Hahaha." Quan Ronglian was amused by her, her peach blossom eyes blinked ambiguous, "Try the bird? This is the first time I have heard such a wild request from a woman."

  'Wild' Han Xiaoye's face changed from blue to black, "..."

   Before she could take a breath, Quan Ronglian raised her chin in a false way, "Since you have sincere and sincere request, it doesn't seem good for me not to let you try it. Hey, try it."

   said, he actually took her hand and touched it down...

  Han Xiaoye's eyes almost popped out of his sockets, peat, this guy really wants to walk birds! But she doesn't want to play with birds!

How to do how to do……

   A cold sweat broke out down her spine.

   Staring at the man who was close at hand, she made an unexpected move.

"boom!"

   Quan Ronglian felt a pain in the bridge of his nose, and the person in his arms had already taken the opportunity to break free from his restraint, and ran away like a loach...

"Ah!"

   The bridge of his nose hurts, but he smiled happily.

  Interesting, really fun.

  What to do, he doesn't want to let go anymore.

  *——*——*——*

   Covering his forehead and running away, Han Xiaoye is now taking out a small mirror and staring at his neck. Her skin was pale, and the red bruises on her neck were particularly conspicuous.

   She touched it with her fingers and immediately gasped in pain.

"damn it!"

   Today, she is wearing an evening dress with a small **** V-shaped neckline, which just shows her entire collarbone. It's impossible to pull the collar up a bit.

   But she can't go out with such ambiguous traces?

  Han Xiaoye's slightly heroic brow wrinkled! Covering her neck and looking around, her veiled appearance was even more noticeable.

When    came to the corner of the stairs, the box door on the left suddenly opened.

   The auctioneer nodded and walked out with a tall man.

   - It's over!

  Han Xiaoye's forehead appeared two big characters.

  The conditioned reflex turned his back and prepared to slip away quietly.

   Fu Zhiyan frowned slightly and glanced at the chattering auctioneer. Those who do auctions are very discerning. He immediately found the girl with his back to them, and said goodbye with a clear face.

   "Han Xiaoye."

  "..." Someone's footsteps froze, so he couldn't pretend that he didn't see it. He turned his head and squeezed out a fake smirk, "Hi, what a coincidence."

  Fu Zhiyan's sharp eyes fell on her neck, "Come here."

  Han Xiaoye looked at the people passing by and looked at them in embarrassment, and hesitated, "There are too many people here, it's not good."

   "It's not good."

  Fu Zhiyan stepped forward and grabbed her wrist, took her to the box, and closed the door.

   A series of actions came too quickly, and Han Xiaoye had no time to react. After returning to God, people have been trapped by the wall.

   The left wrist was pulled and it hurt, she panicked, "Little uncle, I pinched me and hurt me."

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes were as deep as the sea, as if he hadn't heard her cry. The thin lips had the cold temperature of the blade, "What's wrong with your neck?"

neck……

   "Nothing, I accidentally twisted it when I just went to the toilet." Han Xiaoye felt a guilty conscience. She clenched her neck and changed the subject, "The dinner party is about to start, little uncle, let's go down, or others will doubt it."

   "Doubt what?"

   "Doubt us... we..." She blushed slightly.

   At this moment, the expressionless man pulled her hand away forcefully, and there was a cool breeze on his neck, making Han Xiaoye's heart skip a beat.

   "Twisted your neck in the toilet? Huh?" There was still no fluctuating tone, but for some unknown reason, the temperature in the box dropped to freezing point in an instant.

   His palm was clasped on her slender neck, and his thumb rubbed the bruised hickey on it thickly. There is a suffocating storm in his eyes, as if it will burst out of the shell in the next second and destroy everything!

   A hickey, showing off his own existence!

  Fu Zhiyan's face suddenly turned cold.

   "Is this what you call twisted neck?"

  Han Xiaoye stiffened and didn't dare to move. She didn't know why, but she always had an illusion. The illusion that Fu Zhiyan could break her neck with a single effort.

"I……"

   Explain! Explain!

  Han Xiaoye wanted to explain, but his mind went blank. What is she going to say? She had lied, and a man could see what the mark meant. Even if she explained that she was forced, what if Fu Zhiyan asked her why Quan Ronglian forced her?

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip.

   His forehead was covered in sweat.

  Fu Zhiyan had been waiting for her to explain, and the bottomless eagle eyes contained anger.

   But after five minutes of waiting, he got nothing.

   His patience has run out!

   "Ah." Han Xiaoye exclaimed in surprise, and his back fell on the sofa in the box. She didn't have time to struggle to get up, her shoulders were already pressed. The hickey on the neck was constantly wiped, as if there was some unbearable dirt on it!

   "Fu Zhiyan, you hurt me." The moment the skin on her neck was rubbed, she couldn't help protesting. He waved his hand but was restrained by the man skillfully.

   "How painful is it?" The condescending person looked at her coldly, as if there was no emotion in his eyes. It made Han Xiaoye feel so embarrassed that he had nothing to hide.

"I……"

   Fu Zhiyan's eyes darkened, his fingertips wiped the marks on her neck, then he leaned down and buried it on her neck!

   The pain in the neck is dense, and it is somewhat indescribable numbness. Suddenly, the fabric on her chest couldn't bear the tension, she let out a final neigh, and her pupils suddenly enlarged!

   "Fu...Fu Zhiyan." She raised her body and bent into a bow, her voice trembling with fear.

   Don't look at the fact that she usually falls down one by one, but in fact, she is just a little bit of fluffy chicken that has been peeked on the Internet. She was about to shoot a real gun, and she was immediately scared.

   Her growing **** were pinched by the man's thick hands, and she just wanted to cry in pain.

  Han Xiaoye kicked over—

  Fu Zhiyan quickly grabbed her ankle!

  The man still had a cold face, but the anger in his eyes had been suppressed. He rubbed his fingertips over the places he 'cleaned' several times, "Why are you lying to me again?"

   She was wearing a skirt, and the posture of raising her legs made her feel insecure below. She was ashamed and angry. She blurted out, "If I tell the truth, won't you be angry?"

of course not.

  Fu Zhiyan knew the answer and pursed his thin lips.

Han Xiaoye got the confidence and immediately climbed up the pole, "Hey, look. If I tell the truth, you are still going to be angry, so I definitely won't say it. If you don't find out, you can pretend it never happened." She Rather arrogant.

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye twitched his ankle, and found that he was still tightly grasped by the man's big palm.

   "Han Xiaoye." After a long time, the silent man finally spoke up. Eagle eyes locked on her, "Don't contact Quan Ronglian anymore."