Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Until Shi Baibai lay back on the bed, Han Xiaoye still had no aftertaste.

  Fu Zhiyan is not getting married...Fu Zhiyan still likes her...

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The corner of   's mouth was caught with a fish hook, and she couldn't hold back even if she wanted to. It was so sweet that she felt like she was dreaming. She turned her bright eyes and couldn't help but want to confirm, "Little uncle."

   "Huh?" The man working at the desk read the documents earnestly.

  The slender fingers and the white paper complement each other, and they look great, just like they are shooting a blockbuster.

   Such a good-looking man belongs to his own family, and Han Xiaoye is so sweet in his heart. But before she was sweet, she didn't forget her purpose, she blinked her eyes, and said naturally, "Let's do it."

   Come and do it!

  Fu Zhiyan paused while flipping through the document, his temples jumped, and his calm Danfeng eyes hoarsely raised his voice, "Don't make trouble."

  Han Xiaoye was wronged, how could she be making trouble, she was obviously inviting him so seriously. However, in making a revolution, the key is to work hard in one go, then decline again, and exhaust it in three. She invited her all in one go, although she was tragically ignored. But Chairman Mao said that when marching and fighting, one must learn to hibernate at a critical moment, and the victory of the revolution belongs to those who can hold their breath. She glanced at the man with a jade-like face and decided to calm down first,

  Fu Zhiyan thought that the little hooligan would refute him with crooked reasoning, but he didn't expect the room to be quiet.

   This uncharacteristically quietness made him feel an indescribable irritability.

   Even the document in his hand felt like he couldn't read it. Fu Zhiyan rubbed his swollen temple, put down the document and stood up, ready to make a cup of coffee.

   As he was passing by the big bed, someone suddenly grabbed his neck, and he was caught off guard and fell onto the bed. Fortunately, he had quick eyes and quick hands, so he supported his arms at the last moment and did not directly press on the person under him.

   Almost in danger, Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips into a straight line, and Danfeng narrowed his eyes, "Han Xiaoye, you..."

   The words of teaching had just been uttered, and the little woman under her who had no idea how wrong she had made had already raised her head and blocked his thin lips.

  Although he still eats the same mouth, Han Xiaoye feels that the taste is completely different now than before.

  Before she thought she had already asked for a dog, she was about to die of sadness, and even the kiss was full of bitterness. It's different now, it's still the same thin lips, she thinks that there is honey hidden in his mouth at this moment, so she can't help but want to kiss him more and hug him.

  What she thinks, she does what she does.

   opened his arms and embraced the man's thin, undressed waist, and closed his eyes to deepen the kiss.

  Sweet, he kept rolling all the sweet candy into his mouth, and Han Xiaoye reluctantly let go. His eyes brightened astonishingly, "Little uncle, let's do it."

   She felt like she was dreaming now.

   In addition to the proof of 'fullness', she couldn't think of anything else that could make her fluttering heart feel at ease.

   She invited her mouth, and her little hands were not idle. From his beautiful mermaid line, she touched the bottom and held the gun handle that was released earlier.

   "Hmm." Fu Zhiyan groaned, and the end of Danfeng's eyes was dyed a bright red crimson.

   His eyes are naturally beautiful, the rare shape of Danfeng eyes, usually inadvertently makes people charming and attractive, if not for his cold face, refusing people thousands of miles away. I don't know how many people will be charmed by those beautiful eyes. At this moment, the ice and snow in his eyes melted, and that pair of men who were already attractive was even more captivating, and the extravagance was indescribable!

   How could Han Xiaoye not see it, he raised his head in a ticklish heart, and suddenly pecked the end of his eyes.

   In her opinion, kissing the eyes is at best a personal act, and there is absolutely no provocation in it. But in Fu Zhiyan's view, the people under him are playing with fire!

   More importantly, people who play with fire don't even know that they are playing with fire, and they even dare to kiss from the eyes to the chin, and then boldly bite his collarbone!

   No normal man could be indifferent in this situation, Fu Zhiyan considered himself a normal man who could no longer be normal.

  The fire in her lower abdomen was burning, and before the phoenix eyes completely darkened, he gave her one last chance, "Han Xiaoye, it's too late to stop now."

  Is there time to stop? Han Xiaoye blinked his eyes, full of cunning. She shamelessly squeezed the gun that was ready to be fired, and raised the corner of her mouth, "But did my uncle have time to stop? The arrow is on the string, what is the next sentence?"

  —The arrow is on the string, and I have to send it!

   She knew what the next sentence was, but she refused to say it. If you say that half of the action is still ambiguous, then holding, loosening and holding again, it is clearly Chi Guoguo's playing with fire! .

   In such a situation, if you can hold back any longer, then it is not that humans are gods with no desires and no desires. Fu Zhiyan lowered his head forcefully and captured her small red mouth.

   Compared with Han Xiaoye's petty fights, he is more like a powerful plunder.

   The oxygen in the lungs was squeezed out, and Han Xiaoye was not to be outdone, and wanted to regain his sovereignty. But the resistance was ruthlessly suppressed.

  The collarbone and neck were printed with a series of strawberry prints.

   She felt a tingling of nerve endings, a shameful emptiness welling up. In the film she and Qiqi watched, only the process and actions were shown, and it was impossible to show how the heroine felt. She didn't know whether her reaction was normal, but she felt ashamed instinctively.

   That kind of shame, she couldn't help but fold her fingers, frowned, and whimpered, "Little uncle."

**** it!

  Fu Zhiyan's full forehead was wet with sweat, and the crystal beads of sweat rolled down along his perfect outline. The big hand controlled her life-threatening little hand, and she could not refuse to drive her movements.

  Han Xiaoye only felt that the tip of his tongue was numb.

   The whole person is stunned like a fish caught in the water, eager for something.

   Just when she was half awake, the palm of her hand was suddenly scalded, and she opened her eyes. Before he could react to what was going on, the man had already been picked up.

  The water in the bathroom was rushing, and it became hot in a short while. The man who reached out to test the temperature of the water turned his head. There is still a bright color in his eyes, but he has returned to his usual cold expression of restraint and abstinence, "Do you want me to wash it for you?"

wash?

  What to wash?

   He meant it wouldn't be the end of it, right?

   Han Xiaoye was struck by lightning.

   There is no such thing! She hasn't even started rolling the sheets, is it over?

   She was depressed, depressed, and beaten, and angrily pushed people out, "I wash myself!"