Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   My heart was a little stuffy, and there was an indescribable astringency that spread out at the tip of my heart.

   "Uncle?" It sounded calm.

Han Xiaoye didn't know that she accidentally stabbed the most secret pain point in Fu Zhiyan's heart, supporting his hippie smile, "Yes, little uncle, I didn't expect to meet you here. I haven't seen you for three years, little uncle is still so handsome. No, it should be said that he is more handsome than before. Even the models in magazines can't compare to my uncle."

   "He's more handsome than the blond and blue-eyed you look abroad?" Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes still had the same sensuality from before. The bright colors were mixed with the usual restraint and abstinence, which was almost life-threatening.

Han Xiaoye didn't dare to look at it, looked away a little, and continued, "Sure, my uncle is not only handsome, but also in good shape. Foreigners are all muscular men, and my uncle beats them. Besides, foreign handsome guys It’s easy to get old, and at the age of 30, the appearance has already collapsed. It’s not like the little uncle, the blonde and blue-eyed are all tofu scum, and the little uncle is still a flower.”

   As soon as she finished speaking, someone grabbed her wrist. Although the man in front of him was still expressionless, she knew him better. Even the slightest change in him was detected automatically and spontaneously by her like a radar detector. So she clearly felt that Fu Zhiyan was angry.

   But she was obviously following his words, and she praised him fiercely. What kind of anger was he?

   Fu Zhiyan felt a dull pain in his heart. It was a feeling he had never felt before. He frowned, cold and hoarse, "Thirty years old?"

"……"What's the meaning? Han Xiaoye responded quickly, "You're not old, men are forty-one flowers, and thirty-one is still a bean sprout. Didn't I mean those handsome blond guys from abroad? I mean 30 is too old for them. already."

   Oh, little bean sprouts!

   This metaphor, yellow-violent makes people have to think of a certain organ.

   "You know the figure and appearance of foreign men very well? Huh?"

   This question is sharp, Han Xiaoye blinked his eyes, full of arrogance, "I also know my uncle's figure and appearance very well."

   Her eyes fell on the key part of him, and she greeted her former friends with her eyes.

   That natural, that stubborn and bold.

   Just like a female hooligan!

   Actually, Han Xiaoye is not a hooligan at all, she is just biting the bullet. After all, that sentence is well said, "hit people don't slap them in the face, and losers don't lose the battle", she still has to fight if she doesn't steam the steamed buns, even if her nervous heartbeat is about to burst out, she will hold on to it with gritted teeth!

  Fu Zhiyan eagle falcon's phoenix eyes flashed ruthlessly, he let out a sigh of relief, he just held back. He let go of the hand that was holding her, expressionless, "You..."

   Suddenly, his eyes touched the knee of the grinning man, his face changed, and his voice was a little stern, "What's the matter with the knee of your pants?"

  Pants knees?

  Han Xiaoye lowered his head only to realize that the person who was robbing the bag just fell and fell, and two knee pads were worn on the knees of his jeans. It looked dirty, she pursed her mouth, and patted the rubbed marks on it inadvertently, trying to make her voice sound cheerful, "It's nothing, maybe the pants have accidentally rubbed somewhere. Bar?"

   This kind of lie is to deceive others, to deceive Fu Zhiyan... It's pure death. The storm that he had managed to suppress under his eyes took on the stance that the mountains were about to come, his arrogant chin tightened, he squatted down directly, and lifted her jeans.

   Nowadays, the jeans that girls wear are more close-fitting styles. He lifts up his pants like he is touching his thighs. But obviously such a vulgar action, made by him, is pleasing and elegant.

   Han Xiaoye dared to let him see, he was about to hide, but it was too late.

   Her trouser legs have been lifted up, her fair calves are up, and her bruised and broken knees are particularly dazzling.

   "Didn't you just rub it?"

  “…”

   "That's what you said okay?"

  Han Xiaoye was silent.

  Fu Zhiyan was suffocated by her anger, and his breath became cold, "What does it mean to you?"

  "..." It's a matter if you say you don't love me.

   It was impossible for Han Xiaoye to say these words. She took a step back, pursed her lips, and pulled down her pants to block the injured area. Changed the subject, "Well, little uncle, don't you want to go to the toilet? If you go first, I'll go out."

   Just as she was about to leave, the world was spinning, and she was already being hugged.

   "Little, little uncle?"

  Fu Zhiyan's thin lips pursed into a straight line, **** sexy. He had a sullen face, no expression at all, as cold as ice.

  Han Xiaoye looked at him, he was on the verge of extreme anger, and instantly closed his mouth. The most important thing in doing a revolution is to have eyesight. At this time, she is facing the artillery fire and rushing forward. According to her experience many years ago, there will definitely be no **** left.

   was carried all the way into the car, and the cold-faced man buckled her seat belt. Then he took out his mobile phone and called Cai You, "It's me, Fu Zhiyan. Well, I need to go first, the surveillance video..."

His Danfeng glanced at the people around him and lowered his eyes, "I don't need it for the time being, I've already found someone. If I'm free another day, I'll invite Bureau Cai out for dinner. Well... it's not polite, it's right. Well, the time is set for Bureau Cai. Well, um."

   He hung up the phone, put the phone in the car, pulled up the seat belt, and stepped on the accelerator.

  The atmosphere in the car was terribly cold.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to break the embarrassment several times, but he didn't know what to say.

  Maybach drove quietly, she sat fidgeting for a while, and glanced at her side secretly. With just one glance, she couldn't take her eyes off her.

  It is said that serious men are the most handsome, and men who drive seriously and are already handsome are even more handsome.

  The most important thing is that such a handsome man is Fu Zhiyan.

   Her heart was sour and greedy, she wanted to take a second look, but she was afraid of being discovered, so she quietly withdrew her gaze. Head down, breathless.

   In less than half an hour, the low-key black luxury car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.

  Fu Zhiyan picked up the person in the car and walked straight inside...

  The hospital is not outside. The hospital is crowded with people at any time, so holding it in like this immediately attracted the attention of many people.

  Han Xiaoye felt uncomfortable when he was seen, and lowered his voice, "Little uncle, why don't I come down and go by myself."

   "..." Her words were automatically blocked by the man.

   went all the way inside, bypassed the overcrowded registration area, and went directly to the specialist consultation area. The so-called expert consultation area is the expert number that the hospital rarely has access to. Generally, an expert sees up to ten patients a day, and the number one is hard to find, so it is compared with ordinary outpatient clinics. The specialist clinic is much quieter here.