Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

Hospital.

  Fu Zhiyan broke into the surgical waiting room with the person in his arms all the way. The little nurse stopped him and tried several times to prevent him from entering.

   "Kick the door."

"Yes."

   The tall black-clothed bodyguard kicked open the door of the consultation room, and the lingering two people in the consultation room quickly separated.

"what-"

   The **** woman screamed in horror, picked up the clothes on the ground in a panic, and put them on.

  Fu Zhiyan's eagle eyes froze, and a hint of impatience flashed, "Cover her mouth and drag it out."

   The bodyguard in black did not show any pity, but was dragged out by the charming female nurse covering her mouth like a sack. By the way, he hooked the door with his foot.

   Qin Fang was lying on his back on the diagnosis table with a hopeless look on his face, his clothes were messy, and there was still a woman's fragrant lipstick on his left face.

   "Get dressed."

  Fu Zhiyan was condescending, and his voice was so cold that ice **** formed.

   The man lying on his back on the diagnosis table suddenly sat up, his face twisted, and growled, "Fu Zhiyan, you better give me a reasonable reason. Otherwise, I will fight with you!"

   Is it easy for him? I just hooked the new beautiful nurse from the hospital into my hand, and I can 'eat' it right away. As a result, at the critical moment, she actually led someone to break into the door. His little brother, who was instantly frightened, became weak. If the Qin family were to die because of this, he would have to fight with the dead face paralysis! Make friends carelessly, make friends carelessly!

   "See a doctor."

  Fu Zhiyan put the embarrassed Han Xiaoye on the sofa and spit out two words succinctly.

   "See a doctor? You see? Hehe, I advise you to go out and turn left and go to the male department next door." Qin Fang tidyed up his white coat and returned to his elite appearance, "Little niece, why are you again?"

  Han Xiaoye laughed dryly.

   Witnessed the fragrant scene just now, she couldn't look directly at this kind baby face.

"Your little uncle abused you again? Let me see..." Qin Fang squatted at Han Xiaoye's feet and checked the injury on Han Xiaoye's knee, "Chi Chi, I used my 24K krypton golden eyes to initially diagnose the soft tissue contusion of the knee. Now, I just don't know if the ligament is injured. If the ligament is injured, it will be troublesome, or the little niece will become a little lame. In other words, stop Yan, you are cruel enough. The little niece is so cute, you can bear it Beat to death?"

   "What?" Han Xiaoye laughed even more ugly than he cried, and quickly explained, "Brother Qin, you misunderstood. It wasn't Fu... Little uncle beat me, I accidentally fell."

   "Cut, it wasn't because of facial paralysis." Qin Fang pouted, and two dimples appeared on his baby face, "Xiaoye, what did you just call me?"

   "Brother Qin." Han Xiaoye didn't understand what he was enjoying.

   Qin Fang smiled and turned into a sunflower, and immediately looked at Fu Zhiyan in awe, and called out very naturally, "Hello, Uncle Fu."

   Fu Zhiyan picked up the temple on his forehead, and a storm rolled up under his eyes.

   Qin Fangyou didn't know it, and said proudly, "I'm the brother of the little niece, and you are the uncle of the little niece. According to this generation, it's just right for me to call you uncle."

  Fu Zhiyan lowered his face and looked at Han Xiaoye word by word, "Qin Fang is one year older than me."

   Han Xiaoye, who was lying innocently with a gun, was speechless and choked. Looking at the baby face of someone who was only eighteen years old, he closed his mouth instantly.

  Because he was not sure whether the ligament was injured, Fu Zhiyan took her for another CT scan. But luckily, her ligaments were strong. The ligaments were all right, Qin Da gave her two pages of medicine with a wave of his hand. Except for a bottle of anti-inflammatory spray, the others are mainly tonics. There are so many things, a box of medicines is very expensive, and looking at the five-digit medicine list, Han Xiaoye is in pain.

  Fu Zhiyan is a big man, so he didn't care how unreasonable the medicine list was, so he asked the bodyguard to finish the medicine. After leaving with Han Xiaoye, Dr. Qin, who had made a fortune, waved goodbye to them happily, and before leaving, he did not forget to ask Han Xiaoye to come back next time.

   Come, come to his sister! When the hospital is a canteen, you can go there three times a day!

  …

  Han Xiaoye was carried all the way back to the room in the villa. She was a little guilty, and peeked at the expressionless man many times on the way.

   Finally, she was put on the bed.

  Fu Zhiyan silently asked Wang Ma to bring the medicine box, then took out the disinfectant alcohol and stuck it on the cotton.

   "His—" Han Xiaoye gasped in pain and hid his knees back.

  However, Fu Zhiyan restrained her ankle, leaving her with nowhere to hide.

   "Light... light!"

   The person applying the medicine not only didn't take it lightly, but instead replaced a cotton swab, poured alcohol, and pressed it heavily on the wound on her knee.

   "Hmm!" Han Xiaoye's face was crooked with the burning pain of alcohol on the wound, and he hummed, "Bastard, you did it on purpose!"

   The left foot was buckled, and she kicked with the right foot in pain. As a result, the other foot was also pinched by the man's large hand. Her legs were lifted off the ground, like a trapped rabbit.

   "Let go, I will apply the medicine myself. Fu Zhiyan, let me go."

  Fu Zhiyan's face was cold, he pulled off the cap of the disinfectant alcohol bottle full of anger, and poured the whole bottle directly on her injured knee.

"what!"

  Han Xiaoye screamed and struggled hard.

   But Fu Zhiyan grasped it very firmly, her struggle was like a drop of water sinking into the sea, and it had no effect at all.

"pain?"

   "Yah, you'll know if it hurts if you try it."

   Moody neurotic, bastard! Such a big bottle of alcohol actually fell on her knees, and Han Xiaoye burst into tears.

   Her knees were sore, as if someone was stabbing her in the flesh with a needle.

  Han Xiaoye stretched out his paw and scratched angrily on the man's neck. Fu Zhiyan let go of her hand, and Han Xiaoye immediately ran to the bed, clutching his knees and blowing hard.

   "I know the pain, so don't do it again next time."

   Cold and unquestionable!

  Han Xiaoye raised his head abruptly, gritted his teeth, "I said that I was tripped over by someone, but I'm not sick, so I have nothing to throw myself like this."

   "Han Xiaoye, stop lying to me." Fu Zhiyan stood up, "My patience is limited."

   The person who was shouting just now froze as if he had been tapped.

   After a while, she grinned, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water, "It just so happens, I like to challenge the limit the most."

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly narrowed his eyes, extremely dangerous.

   "You know I'm not kidding."

  Han Xiaoye, not to be outdone, raised his chin, "You should also know that I'm not joking."

   Fu Zhiyan had never been provoked like this before, he suddenly stepped forward and pinched the girl's chin, "Han Xiaoye, are you playing with fire?"

Depend on!

  Han Xiaoye followed his example, squinted his eyes like a cat, and threw a wink, "What's the matter, I love ****."

"Ah."

  The man made a hoarse voice from his chest, but Jun didn't have the slightest smile on his face. He slammed the person against the wall, bent down and buried it by her neck, and said in a hoarse voice, "****? Do you know what a **** is?"