Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   When Han Xiaoye woke up, it was already dark outside. She yawned, got up from the bed, and walked straight to the study without turning. Sure enough, the man at the desk was working hard. His slender fingers tapped on the keyboard of the laptop, which was indescribably beautiful.

   After looking at it for less than a minute, Fu Zhiyan stopped, raised his head, and buckled his notebook, "Awake? Are you hungry?"

   "Guru~"

   Without Han Xiaoye answering, Belly protested first.

   She was used to being humiliated in front of Fu Zhiyan, her snot bursting from crying had done such humiliating things, and her stomach rumbling was nothing. So she blinked her face without changing her heartbeat, "My stomach says it wants to eat meat, especially!"

   "How much do you think?" Fu Zhiyan actually answered.

  Han Xiaoye immediately climbed up the pole, "Thinking about it is like a surging river, endlessly."

   I thought he had already asked, so there must be hope. As a result, the arrogant man slapped her on the forehead and directly slapped her with three words, "Think beautiful!"

"……"Depend on!

  …

   She slept for seven or eight hours, and the white porridge she sent earlier was cold. Fu Zhiyan called again and ordered steak, chicken soup and white porridge. The hotel's hands and feet are very fast. In less than 20 minutes, the food has been delivered.

  The filet mignon was steaming hot and fragrant. Han Xiaoye watched eagerly as the waiter brought the steak to Fu Zhiyan, and then put white porridge and a bowl of chicken soup that was lighter than white porridge in front of her. Immediately lost my appetite.

   "Sir, your order is ready. If you need other services, please call us."

"Yep."

   "Okay, sir, please take your time." The waiter pushed the dining cart out.

  Fu Zhiyan elegantly picked up the knife and fork, cut a piece of steak, and ate with a standard attitude under her greedy gaze.

  Han Xiaoye swallowed shamefully, but soon, she looked away with difficulty.

   She knows what character Fu Zhiyan is, and she will definitely not give it to her if she doesn't. She gave up her struggle and drank the white porridge and chicken soup resignedly. I smashed my mouth, but there was still no smell in my mouth. She slumped on the table weakly, watching the man finish eating the steak bit by bit, pulling out the chair and squatting beside him. Poorly, he said, "Little uncle."

"Yep?"

   "Is it delicious? Let me smell it!"

  Ha breath... Smell it!

   Fu Zhiyan's forehead blue veins jumped, and the steak on the fork in his hand was not good to eat, and it was not good to not eat it. After Han Xiaoye finished speaking, he felt too embarrassed. Just as he was about to retreat, the cold man leaned over to look at her, "Want to smell it? Well? Would you like to try it again?"

   When Han Xiaoye was still thinking about whether he wanted to discipline her or kiss her, Fu Zhiyan had already lifted her chin and kissed her.

  Lip and tongue, the flavor of filet mignon swept from his lips to every inch of her mouth.

   Obviously it was just a simple kiss at the beginning, but it became inseparable at the end.

   The temperature in the room rose suddenly.

  Han Xiaoye didn't even know how she got back to the bed. When she came back to her senses, her clothes were half hung on her body, and if she was wearing it, she was not wearing it. Fu Zhiyan bit her collarbone lightly.

"Well."

   The lips and teeth were gently grinding, the numbness that ecstatically eroded the bones, just like an electric shock, Han Xiaoye was shamefully wet. Her face suddenly flushed, and she whimpered softly, trying to push the person away from her. But tonight's Fu Zhiyan seemed to be extraordinarily enthusiastic. The scorching heat was like a raging fire, pulling her to sink until it burned to ashes...

   "Little uncle, no... um..." Han Xiaoye's mind was dizzy, completely softened into a puddle of water, and he let him round and flatten.

   Seeing that he could not stop the car, Fu Zhiyan gasped slightly and stopped. The burning eyes stared at her condescendingly, as if holding back something. Sweat rolled down from his perfect jaw, down his undulating chest, to the deepest point. Damn sexy!

   He rolled his throat restrainedly, revealing a hint of seductive abstinence, and lowered his head to kiss the corner of the blushing girl's mouth. With a hoarse voice, "Get up, I'll help you take a bath."

  Han Xiaoye was sweating profusely. Hearing this, he opened his eyes and glanced at his legs with his big, smart eyes. After tangled, "Why don't I help you with that?"

   Before she was sure if there was a doll in her stomach, she didn't dare to act rashly. But I don't want to see him hold him back. After considering a compromise, Han Xiaoye felt that he was witty.

   Before Fu Zhiyan could answer, her little hand had already touched it magnanimously.

   Once unripe, twice ripe, three times and four times pulling radishes.

  Han Xiaoye has already mastered the core technology. In the spirit of learning and innovation, he has independently developed and created many new moves. While changing, he also seriously asked him how he felt.

  Fu Zhiyan was about to be killed by her.

   With his left hand on the side of the bed, he tugged the sheet tightly, as if that was the only way to control himself and not take the last step!

  God knows, how much he wants to let her know what a man's gun is, and can't touch it casually!

   But damn, no!

   Even if the fire in his lower abdomen hurts his whole body, he still can't do it!

  Fu Zhiyan's charming Danfeng eyes glanced at the belly of the person on the bed, and the belly looked no different from usual, flat and flat. He tightly grasped the quilt by the side of the bed, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out! Is there really a child in there?

Han Xiaoye didn't know that he already knew about buying a pregnancy test stick. Her hands were going numb now. From fancy to the end, it became the simplest and most simple movement, and she rubbed herself from time to time. Sore shoulders.

   "Uncle, isn't it over yet? Can you hurry up?"

   She drank a bowl of porridge at night, and she couldn't handle such a high-intensity 'work'.

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's face darkened, almost softening. His hawk's eyes dimmed, his big hand grabbed her small hand, speeding up.

"Well."

  Ten minutes later, the corners of his eyes were filled with splendid beauty. With a grunt, he let go of Han Xiaoye's hand. He leaned over and pecked the corner of her mouth, resting his forehead against hers.

"Tired?"

   "No, I'm not tired." Han Xiaoye was flattered, she always felt that Fu Zhiyan's warmth and gentleness was a bit abnormal tonight. But what was abnormal, she couldn't tell.

   Could it be that Xiaobie wins the newlyweds?

   But he was also an iceberg when he was newly married.

   Just when she was at a loss, Fu Zhiyan had already buttoned up her clothes and hugged her princess horizontally. The water in the bathroom was warm. After Fu Zhiyan washed her clean, he wrapped her tightly in a bath towel before cleaning himself. Take her back to the bed again...