Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  It is spring in England, and the non-stinging sunshine is warm on people's faces. Occasionally, a cool breeze or two blows, bringing the fresh breath of grass and trees, which makes people feel happy involuntarily.

   But Han Xiaoye was not happy at all.

   It's been almost three days since she and Fu Zhiyan came abroad, and since he said on the plane that they were getting married, there has been no movement.

   Two days ago, she was able to convince herself that Fu Zhiyan was secretly giving her a surprise, but now...

   She put her head on the sofa bored and tightened the pillow in her arms. In the study, a man's voice could be faintly heard. Fluent in English, she can only understand a few words, and there are occasional voices of other people discussing, which is nothing more than work.

  Han Xiaoye slammed down the pillow, his eyes dimmed. God knows that when she saw the group of foreigners in suits and leather shoes coming to talk about work in the study room this morning, her originally excited mood suddenly cooled down, as if someone had poured a basin of cold water on her head, and her heart was shattered. of.

   This kind of cold is still cold, and people who are cold have throbbing pain in the liver, spleen, stomach and kidney.

   She felt that Fu Zhiyan regretted it.

  Otherwise, over the past three days, she had hinted it many times, and he wouldn't act like he didn't understand it every time. He pretended not to understand, she couldn't grab him by the collar and say, 'Little uncle, didn't you say you were going to get married, why didn't you move' or something like that.

   She is thick-skinned and good, but if she is not really shameless.

  Fu Zhiyan doesn't care...

   It's so obvious that I don't care.

   Don't care often means that you don't like it that much.

  Han Xiaoye sighed, feeling a little irritable for no reason. She vented and threw the pillow in her arms in the direction of the study!

The    pillow flew halfway, hit the wall, bounced back a little, and fell to the ground.

   "You liar, bastard."

  Han Xiaoye felt extremely uncomfortable, and suddenly lay down on the sofa, facing the direction of the study with his butt.

   If you don’t like it so much, you don’t like it so much. If you don’t get married, you don’t get married. Who cares!

   However, in less than five minutes, the sulking man sat up irritably again. He rubbed his short hair vigorously with both hands, rubbing his pretty short hair like a chicken coop.

   She is rare!

   She is really rare!

   Rare and amazing!

  Rarely, several times I wanted to be shameless, and it wasn't the first time I took the initiative anyway.

   But she couldn't be so shameless.

   There is no way not to be rare, and there is no way to be shameless. Han Xiaoye felt terrible, as if there was a big rock in his heart, and it became difficult to breathe. She sat on the sofa for a while, then suddenly sat up, put on her shoes, and went out.

  England's spring is sunny and beautiful. Unlike the heavy fog in China, the blue sky and white clouds here are fresh and the air is fresh.

   It was noon, and many people came to go shopping outside.

  Han Xiaoye gritted his teeth and exchanged the money in the passbook for British pounds at the international bank. With a pile of money in his pocket, he entered the most stylishly decorated shop across the street...

  …

   When the study door opened, it was almost twelve o'clock.

The British man headed by    stretched out his hand and politely shook the arrogant man's hand, "Happy. cooperation."

   "happy. cooperation." The standard Oxford accent is particularly nice.

   After sending off a few people, Fu Zhiyan turned back and found at a glance that there was one missing person in the family, and the pillow that was left alone on the ground.

   He frowned and bent down to pick up the pillow on the ground.

  The little rascal lost his temper?

   His phoenix eyes flashed deep, just put the pillow back on the sofa, and was about to go out to find someone. The door opened--

   "Where did you go?"

   "Uncle..."

  Miss Han walked in from the outside, unexpectedly bumping into an elegant man. She kicked the hand in her pocket and clenched the contents in her pocket, as if to cheer herself up. Taking a few deep breaths, he walked over. He grabbed the man's right hand and put something rudely on him.

  Fu Zhiyan felt the coolness on his middle finger, he looked down and realized that he had a ring on his hand.

   "Uncle, let's not get married." The short-haired girl lowered her head and said abruptly.

   "Well?" Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes turned cold. Not getting married? What nonsense is she talking about?

Han Xiaoye took a deep breath and said with difficulty the words choked in his throat, "Although we won't get married for the time being, at least you have to wear a ring. And not getting married doesn't mean you're not my boyfriend, anyway, Anyway, sooner or later we are going to get married." She said the last sentence in a very low voice, more like she said it to herself. The man's arrogant phoenix eyes narrowed.

   She stubbornly pursed her lips and tried to pull out a smile, "This ring is a custom model I chose. Although it's not a limited edition, it's definitely okay to wear it."

   Brand-name paired rings are so expensive!

   She had saved her savings for several years and was almost spent. Originally, she wanted to buy him a limited edition worthy of his status, but her savings went into DV's house, and it was only enough to buy a customized one.

   Although she can't get married, at least she has to put a mark on him.

   She can't be shameless, and she can't be rude, that's what she thought of getting the best of both worlds.

  Fu Zhiyan looked at the man who never raised his head to look at him. For some reason, he suddenly felt a little distressed.

   He clenched his fists forbearance and lowered his eyes, "You don't want to get married?"

fart! She wanted to die! I can't wait to move my account to his books immediately! But he made it clear that he regretted it. She can't really be shameless, can she? She also wants face and dignity. Even if you don't have a temper and don't care about him, at least you can't let him say that you don't get married, right? Then will she lose her temper or not? Is losing your temper a breakup or not?

  Han Xiaoye's egg hurts at the thought, but she really doesn't have the face to say these words. It's so rude!

   Even if the villain in the bottom of her heart was screaming frantically, she still stubbornly stabbed her neck, and squeezed out two words from the gap between her teeth, "I don't want to!"

   It's weird, it's weird, it's weird!

   The villain in his heart jumped and retorted.

  Han Xiaoye said, "What's so good about marriage, marriage is the grave of love, I'm only 19 when I'm in the ground, it's not worth it. In case..."

   Feeling that the temperature in the room dropped suddenly, she didn't want to go.

   "What if?" Stern, biting.

  Sometimes, he really wants to strangle her!

   "..." Han Xiaoye stubbornly stopped the beginning and remained silent. But I felt uncomfortable and aggrieved in my heart, and the emotions I had been suppressing for the past three days were about to reach a critical point.

   Obviously he was not happy, she had already built the steps herself, and he still didn't let anyone down.