Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Don't worry about her." Fu Zhiyan casually put the document aside, glanced at Fan Shengnan who put the coffee respectfully on the table, didn't know what to think, the corner of his mouth tickled.

  Fan Shengnan noticed that he was smiling, and his whole person suddenly felt bad.

   What does Mr. Fu mean when he looks at himself and smiles?

   She didn't have a pounding heartbeat, but she was a little frightened. She recalled whether she had done anything bad, and after confirming that she didn't, her heart returned to her chest a little.

   "Secretary Fan, you and Ono have a good relationship?"

"Forehead……"

  Fan Shengnan took the documents and was stunned when he heard his question, but answered immediately.

   "Privately we are friends."

   Since last time Han Xiaoye stepped forward to help her scolded scumbags and scumbags, and even quarreled with Fu Zhiyan because of this, she was extremely grateful to Han Xiaoye. Think of Han Xiaoye as her sister, but she can't tell Fu Zhiyan this, lest the CEO misunderstand that she wants to be in a relationship.

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips and raised the corners of his mouth happily, "Then do you know what she likes?"

   "Huh?" Fan Shengnan was stunned twice in a row, this time his reaction was quicker, "Which aspect is Fu always referring to?"

   "You can have food, clothing, housing and transportation."

   "I think..." Fan Shengnan glanced at him quietly, not sure whether to say it or not. After thinking about it, she still said, "I think... Mrs. President may prefer to eat."

eat?

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly remembered that someone was so puffed up yesterday that he didn't forget to eat before he came back, and suddenly he burst into laughter.

  Fu Xiaojiu really learned ten percent of someone's appearance.

   "I remember that the president's wife especially likes to eat hot pot. I rarely hear her mention about clothes and bags, and I don't know what she likes."

  Fan Sheng paused.

   "If President Fu wants to give her a present, it's best to take her to a hot pot. I think she will be happier than receiving a flower and diamond ring."

   Ordering a belly and beef is even happier than receiving a diamond ring. Sure enough, it's a hooligan style.

  Fu Zhiyan knew what to do, took another document and opened it, frowned again and said, "What if she can't eat hot pot?"

   If you are pregnant, you should not eat the messy things outside, especially the hot pot. The hot pot has spices added, which is extremely bad for pregnant women.

  The hot pot is definitely not allowed to take her to eat, except for the hot pot?

   "You can't eat hot pot..." Fan Shengnan turned her head, she herself was the type of a strong woman, and when it came to giving gifts, she was even better at giving gifts than Fu Zhiyan. She thought about it and thought, "How about sending a car?"

   "Car? She doesn't have a driver's license."

  Fan Shengnan didn't know that Han Xiaoye still didn't have a driver's license, so he paused and had no choice, "Why don't you give me flowers."

  “…”

flower?

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes flashed, and the corners of his arrogant and handsome mouth raised.

   The last time she smashed the flowers that she sent to the little hooligan and threw them into the trash can. She talked about it for several days, jumping up and down for him to send it again, but he never had time.

   If it is a flower, the hooligan should be very happy to receive it.

   "Girls generally prefer flowers and the like, Mr. Fu can think about it." Fan Shengnan bit the bullet, she didn't know whether Han Xiaoye liked flowers or not. Anyway, she can think of everything she can think of. If she doesn't like flowers, she has no choice.

   "I didn't say I wanted to send her." After Fu Zhiyan made up his mind, he said indifferently, "I just asked casually, you don't have to take it to heart. Okay, let's go out."

   I didn't say that I wanted to send it. How could I ask so carefully?

  Fan Shengnan didn't believe his so-called non-delivery at all, but he couldn't express his doubts, so he could only nod his head and hold the document, "Then Mr. Fu, I'm going out first. You can call me if you have something."

   After she finished speaking, she took the documents and exited, and closed the door.

   After get off work in the afternoon, Fu Zhiyan rarely left on time.

   First, I drove to the flower shop to buy a bouquet of perfume lilies, and then drove back to the villa in a happy mood.

   Feng Yaqin and the others were not in the villa.

After he parked the car, the servant helped him take out his slippers, "Mr. Fu, you came back very early today." She saw the perfume lily in Fu Zhiyan's hand with sharp eyes, and immediately understood why he came back like this morning.

   "Where's Han Xiaoye?" Fu Zhiyan asked as he changed his slippers.

   "The young lady just came back, resting in the room."

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan gave a soft sigh and walked upstairs.

   The door to the bedroom was open, and a person was lying on the bed in a large font, not knowing what he was doing.

   He pushed open the door and walked in, but the man didn't respond, as if he didn't hear and fell asleep.

   But the lit cell phone indicated that she was not asleep.

"what are you doing?"

   "Ah!" Han Xiaoye was taken aback, put away his phone, and the villain complained first, "Why are you like a ghost, walking without a sound? It scared me to death."

   "What is that?" She discovered Perfume Lily after realizing it, her eyes lit up, "Bought it for me?"

She took the flowers and admired them happily for a long time before she realized it, raised her head and asked strangely, "Why do you remember to buy flowers for me? What day is today? Wedding anniversary? No, no. Commemorative memory. Day? Not really. My birthday? Not my birthday either. Kitten's birthday? Xiaojiu's birthday? Neither."

   "Today doesn't seem to be a special day, why did you buy me flowers?"

  The stern man elegantly unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled up his sleeves, revealing a white and vigorous wrist. Turning his head to the side, he said lightly, "What do you think?"

The question    kicked back to her at once. Han Xiaoye was startled, and then recalled that it was indeed not a special anniversary. She hesitated for a moment, "The first kiss anniversary? The first bed roll anniversary?"

  “…”

"No, how can you remember this. It's definitely not a bed-rolling anniversary. You're the one who wouldn't buy me flowers even on a wedding anniversary. It's too suspicious to suddenly buy a bunch of flowers for me." She looked suspicious. , "Don't tell me why you suddenly want to buy it for me, I don't believe you will suddenly think of this."

   "Since it didn't come to my mind suddenly, could it be..." Her **** and white eyes looked up and down and blurted out, "Did you do something wrong?"

   Fu Zhiyan was so mad at her!

   There seems to be a stone stuck in my chest, it can't go up or down, it's very oppressive!

   If he sent her flowers, he did something wrong? What is she thinking about in her head? Can't think of something better?

   He laughed in anger, "Oh? What wrong did I do?"

   "How do I know what you did wrong? Of course only you know it." Han Xiaoye didn't even think about it.

"for example?"

   "For example, you are outside..." Halfway through the sentence, she realized that she had been fooled, and quickly shut up.