Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

On the plane flying to Beijing at this moment, Han Xiaoye carefully placed the little bun, who had finally fallen asleep, on the crib, covered her with the quilt, and then whispered to the flight attendant to raise the temperature a little, and then he relaxed. Lying on the chair, he complained, "Little uncle, my waist is about to break, and I haven't seen your help."

   The man who was looking at the performance chart raised his head and frowned, "If I hug her, she will cry."

   "Who made you kill Xiao Baozi, of course she is afraid that you will cry." Han Xiaoye disagreed.

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at her angrily, "I didn't kill her for you."

  Han Xiaoye's birth is extremely dangerous, because the mother's fetus is insufficient, and the little bun is thin and weak and only weighs three pounds after birth. The little hooligan was so distressed that he almost threw himself on the little bun. The little bun is one year old and still not willing to wean her. The little baby is getting older and her teeth are starting to grow. She drinks her grandma with a lot of force. He once found that the little hooligan's chest had been bitten to pieces, and he couldn't help but murdered the little bun. Who knew that he had just finished murdering, but she was better and murdered herself. After the murder, he cried out loudly, and the cry was so dark that it seemed like he had done something heinous.

   Afterwards, the little hooligan admitted that he had been suppressed for too long since he was pregnant and had a baby, and the mental pressure was too great, so he couldn't control his emotions and got angry at him indiscriminately.

   She was fine, but from then on, the vengeful bun remembered him and refused to let him hold him after beating him to death.

Knowing that he was wrong, Han Xiaoye stuck out his tongue and rushed over, "Emma, ​​don't be angry, don't I feel sorry for the little bun? It was not easy for me to conceive and give birth to her in October, so I felt a little distressed. An la An La."

   "It's not easy for me, why don't you feel sorry for me?" Fu Zhiyan was rarely jealous. Since he came to the United States, the little hooligan has almost disappeared from his eyes.

  Han Xiaoye was taken aback for a moment, looking at him like a rare animal. Forget it, she still reached out to touch the man's forehead and muttered to herself, "I don't have a fever."

  Fu Zhiyan, "..."

   "Is it possessed by aliens?" She was still confused.

  Fu Zhiyan twitched the corners of his mouth and pushed away her hand expressionlessly.

   "I don't have a fever and haven't been possessed by aliens, little uncle, were you acting like a spoiled brat with me just now?"

   A big man, she actually described it as coquettish. It's like saying cute to a Tibetan mastiff.

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips and put the blanket over her, "Sleep! I'll call you off the plane."

"Oh."

  Han Xiaoye took it as soon as she saw it, she was also tired and fell asleep with her eyes closed shortly after.

  The plane drove quietly for more than two hours. When it was about to land, the gentle and beautiful flight attendant came over and was about to talk to the man reading the newspaper. The man glanced at her sternly, and made a silent gesture, indicating that she noticed one big and one small who had fallen asleep.

   The stewardess blushed, nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and hurried in.

   As soon as he entered, several tall and beautiful women gathered around, "How is it, how is it? Did the handsome guy send you WeChat?"

   "I was driven in before I had time to speak."

   "Ah, it's impossible, you're our flight attendant. And the man you can't handle?"

The most beautiful flight attendant said enviously, "His wife and daughter are sleeping. He seems to be afraid of waking them up, so he didn't even give me a chance to talk. I really envy his wife. He must have saved the earth in his last life, and he will only meet him in this life." To such a handsome and considerate man. When it's over, I believe in true love again."

   "You pull it down."

   "How can a rich man not cheat, you just don't see it."

   "That's right, not to mention so handsome, most women are willing to post it. This kind of man is more likely to cheat."

   "The same, I don't believe his wife can keep him."

   A group of flight attendants chatted in a low voice, and in the laughter, the plane landed in Beijing.

  …

  Beijing Airport's international flight exit, a group of handsome men and women are particularly eye-catching.

  Feng Yaqin kept staring at the exit and asked, "Aren't Xiaoye and the others coming out yet? Didn't the flight arrive already?"

Mo Xiaxia's lower abdomen was slightly stiff, and Fu Xiao supported her by the side. She comforted the anxious lady and said, "Mom, they have to take their luggage when the plane arrives. The little buns came back with them this time, and they must have brought a lot with them. Luggage. Wait a minute, if there is no accident, they will definitely come out in ten or twenty minutes."

"Really? Then I'll wait. I don't know if Xiao Baozi likes the gift I prepared for her." Feng Yaqin struggled, "I knew they would be back so soon, so I would have prepared more. And the room at home, I can decorate more. Hey, it’s true to say that, I don’t know if I want to come back. I don’t know how to say it in advance. When I told me that I was coming back, I didn’t have time to prepare.”

  Mo Qi was stunned, "Aunt Feng, it's too late for you to prepare. If you haven't prepared, you'll have a room full of gifts. If you're ready, won't you flood your mansion?"

She turned her head and glared at the man in the wheelchair, "Look at others, then look at you. Sinanqing, you cheap bastard! When I gave birth to my son, you were so stingy with me that you gave me two meals. A red egg and forced me to finish it."

  Si Nanqing madly sweated, "Didn't I buy you a diamond ring later?"

   "That's what I asked you to ask for, you didn't buy it for me. So it doesn't count!" Mo Qi was not happy.

  Si Nanqing held his forehead with one hand, his head was big, "My bank cards are all with you, you just need to buy them yourself."

"The money in the bank card is all my money, so I don't want to use my money to buy stones. In addition to the salary card, you have additional income, don't think I don't know that you have private money. I want you to take the private money. Buy it for me!"

   "Cough cough..." Sinanqing had saved money for his private house. Before he got married, he never thought that one day he would need to save money for his own house. On the night of his wedding, he took the initiative to hand over his bank card. Then I lived a day of two thousand yuan pocket money a month. He likes to collect ancient jade, but Mo Qi adheres to the principle that a man will turn bad if he has money, so he won't give him money if he is killed. No way, in the stumbling and groping, the billionaire president learned to hide his private money from his wife.

Qin Fang hurriedly expressed his loyalty to his own wife when he heard the words, "Rui Rui, I don't have any private money, you know, all my income is with you. If I spend more than 100 yuan, I will apply for a report. "

  Su Ruijiao glanced at him, "Don't talk nonsense."

   After listening to a few people, Mo Xiaxia couldn't help but glance at the handsome and tall man beside her. Fu Xiao looked down at her at the same time as if he had telepathy, and moved his jaw resolutely, "My bank card is in the bedroom drawer, and the password is your birthday."