Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Fu Zhiyan gasped heavily, trying his best to restrain the urge to shout out of control. But Han Xiaoye didn't know what restraint was at all. At the moment when he forbeared, he tore off the strap of his bathrobe, hunched his back, and rubbed his body like a cat. Skin-to-skin, absorb a moment of cooling.

  Han Xiaoye is actually very difficult, she always feels that her body has become strange. It was obvious that she had stripped all her clothes off, and she couldn't stand the heat.

   She didn't know if this was a normal reaction, she just felt uncomfortable. The body suffers, and the brain suffers too. All kinds of chaotic images hit her like an explosion... The mother who suddenly lost her breath on the hospital bed, the father who looked at her coldly, the stepmother who was two-faced, the sister who was brought back dressed like a princess... She thought again Looking at Fu Zhiyan, he thought of the man who leaned against Bentley that night, walked towards her, and took her home.

   "Fu Zhiyan, Fu Zhiyan, Fu Zhiyan..."

  Han Xiaoye's hazy eyes were focused, she raised her head, took the opportunity to block his thin lips, and the pleasant fragrance of mint lingered. She narrowed her eyes, absorbing the sweetness from his mouth comfortably. At the same time, he is very skillful when he touches the gun and draws the gun with his small hands.

  Fu Zhiyan was swept around by the flames she touched, and his big hands went down... His red phoenix eyes, which had been dyed bright red, suddenly shrank into needle-pointed wheat awns!

  Damn, he forgot, she is still coming to Auntie!

   The fire in his lower abdomen had reached its peak, but a basin of ice water was poured over his head. Fu Zhiyan's temples jumped violently. He tried his best to restrain the clamor of emotion in his body, and said in a hoarse voice, "Han Xiaoye, stop. Not today, you are still menstruating."

  Han Xiaoye has long been confused.

   But she heard stop, no.

  's mind became clearer all of a sudden, and he immediately quit, "Dong Cunrui can still be wounded and blow up the bunker, why can't I wash the silver gun with blood? Besides, how long will it take if I can't do it today?"

   He must have asked her to wait again, or something after college. She managed to throw him down with great difficulty, taking the last step. This is a matter of two people, the arrow is on the string, why can't he say no?

  Han Xiaoye has never eaten pork, but he has seen pigs run.

   She knew that at this time, Fu Zhiyan must have endured very hard. As long as... her subordinate's action of pulling out the radish was quick, and at the moment when the man groaned, she turned over and rode on top of him.

   Then, with a lightning speed, he sat down——

   "Hey, it hurts!"

  Han Xiaoye has never been in such pain, and even the last time he was beaten in City C, he was not in such severe pain.

   She felt like a monkey that was pinned to the sky, with a burning pain underneath.

   is not as cheerful as those women on TV that I watched.

Originally, she wanted to move, but it was too painful, so she discussed with Fu Zhiyan with a white face, "Little uncle, why don't we save the middle steps?" Anyway, she had seen the middle steps. That is, repeating an action over and over again, and omitting it is fine, right?

   "Shut up!" Fu Zhiyan endured the throbbing of the blue veins on his temples. He never expected her to be so courageous.

  God knows how much self-control he used to barely maintain a little sanity.

   And this little hooligan, he was still negotiating with him to save the middle steps, and he had to fight quickly...

   Can this kind of thing be saved?

  Any man stopping at this time is definitely more uncomfortable than death. But **** it! He was actually reluctant to let her feel a little bit of pain, even though it was her own fault.

   The blue veins on the back of Fu Zhiyan's hand jumped more quickly, her dark phoenix eyes touched her painful pale face, suppressed the man's instinct, and stepped back a little.

   He just moved when the person above screamed, "Don't...don't...it hurts..."

   It turns out that she still knows the pain!

   He thought she only had a daring hooligan idea in her head.

  Fu Zhiyan was so angry that he was no longer in the mood to reprimand her. The sweat on his full forehead forbearance rolled down. He tried his best to move lightly and slowly withdrew. Even so, Han Xiaoye's face turned pale in pain.

   But this time, the pain returned, and she clenched her teeth and stopped shouting.

  Finally, Fu Zhiyan withdrew in sweat.

  Han Xiaoye was still in pain, and still felt that the place was on fire. She wondered a little to see if she was hurt. But feel embarrassed.

  Fu Zhiyan was covered in sweat, and the corners of his eyes were still bright red. He got up, picked up the bathrobe by the bed, and wrapped it around the girl who looked helpless.

   Brightened the light of the bedside table lamp, leaned down, and spread her legs forcefully.

Han Xiaoye was startled, thinking he was going to do it again, and couldn't help but put his legs together, "Little uncle...I..." She really didn't have the guts to do it again. Thinking of the severe pain just now, her legs were trembling. .

  Fu Zhiyan's stern and handsome face was dripping with water, and his voice was hoarse, "Don't move."

   He checked and found that the situation was worse than he thought.

   The thin lips suddenly pursed into a straight line, and Gao Leng's lower jaw tightened tightly. He got up and put on some clothes, and went to the bathroom...

  The sound of water in the bathroom made Han Xiaoye feel a little frustrated and a little lost. She silently pulled up the bathrobe on her body, and there was Fu Zhiyan's minty body fragrance on the bathrobe. She twitched the corners of her mouth and stared at the red marks on the sheets for a while.

   Suddenly.

   The bathroom door opened.

  The indifferent and cold man walked out of it, walked up to her, and hugged her horizontally. Han Xiaoye wrapped his arms around his neck reflexively and blinked, "Little uncle, I thought..."

   Although Fu Zhiyan's voice was still cold, he could hear deep helplessness and doting in the depths of the icy surface, "Why?"

  "..." Thought he left her alone.

  Han Xiaoye didn't say a word, but the corners of his mouth were secretly raised, like a cat that stole fishy.

   The Yuba in the bathroom was fully open, and the bathtub was already full of water. Fu Zhiyan tested the water temperature and put her in.

   The water stinged below, Han Xiaoye pursed his mouth tightly, but didn't scream.

   Although she didn't say anything, Fu Zhiyan saw that her face turned pale, and the action of helping her to clean was lighter.

  I finally cleaned it up and put medicine on it. He took out another blanket from the room, wrapped her up, and carried her back to the bed.

  The bed was still messy, so Fu Zhiyan ignored her, put her on the bed, and wrapped another layer of quilt. He still has **** in his body. potency. The aftertaste of wine was restless, and Fu Zhiyan checked his phone. Put on your clothes and turn around, "I'll go out. If you still feel unwell, there are medicines on the cabinet. Use them first."