Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   in the car.

  Han Xiaoye felt uncomfortable in his chest, and stared absently at the galloping scenery outside the car window. He didn't say a word since he got in the car.

  Fu Zhiyan took her reaction seriously, thinking that she was unwilling to leave Quan Ronglian. My heart suffocated, and I almost couldn't breathe.

  Bentley soon stopped at the intersection of a small alley outside the campus of A University. Fu Zhiyan unbuckled his seat belt and got out of the car first, "Wait for me here."

   Five minutes later, the Bentley door was reopened, and he got into the car with a bag.

   "Put this on."

The    plastic bag contained a pair of white sneakers that looked like they were sold in a small shop outside the school. Han Xiaoye originally planned to fight him to the end no matter what he said or did, but seeing that he took out dozens of white sneakers, he stretched out his hands to take them.

   "And this, stick it on the wound first, and I'll use iodine to disinfect it for you when you get back."

  Two Bundys were placed in front of her, with a cartoon KITTY cat on top of the pink Bundy. Han Xiaoye's heart shrank, and he didn't know where the anger came from, so he swept it away, "I don't post it."

  It was clearly that he deliberately groomed her and made her stand outside for more than an hour to polish her blisters. Now that she is stretched, she will be moved to tears, and then deeply reflect on herself?

   Think beautifully!

   Every time he hits a big stick like this and gives a sweet date, she is not a wooden person, a stick is too painful, no matter how sweet the date is, the body still hurts.

   Especially the heartache, the heartache is about to die.

  How has Fu Zhiyan ever been treated like this? To be seen, intentionally, his jaw would fall to the ground, and he definitely thought that Han Xiaoye was dead.

   However, the arrogant and noble man did not get angry, picked up Bundy on the ground, and put it in the same position again.

   said nothing.

  Han Xiaoye felt that he was deliberately against himself and deliberately tossed himself.

   Originally wanted to sweep him down to the end, but he couldn't move his hand, not at all. She pouted, grabbed Bundy angrily, and put it on the wound. Then he took off the strappy high heels at the bottom of the pit, put on white sneakers, and opened the car door, "Thank you little uncle, goodbye little uncle."

"where are you going?"

The little woman who closed the car door took it for granted, "It's school time, and there are a lot of A University students in this alley to eat. Of course I'm going to where I should go, otherwise I'll stay with Professor Fu? You're not pretending Don't you know me? Don't worry, at school I promise you won't even say that you are my uncle."

   Her little mouth opened, and she chose to say what he didn't like to hear.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned, clenched his jaw forbearance, took her hand forcefully, and walked directly into the alley.

  Fortunately, today is Wednesday, the class of students is generally full, and there are very few people who come out to eat at this time. There are only a few sporadically, and no one notices them.

   All the way into the hot pot restaurant, the boss immediately greeted him.

   "Hello, how are you two?"

"Yep."

   "Eat red soup or mandarin duck?"

  Han Xiaoye knew that he didn't eat spicy food, so he deliberately replied, "Red soup."

   "Okay, you can choose a place to sit down and order food, and I'll bring it to you right away." The proprietress couldn't help but glance at Fu Zhiyan a few more times, obviously she was more enthusiastic than the last time she came to eat.

  I have already made the construction in my heart and want to try to let it go, but such a small heart is just disobedient and sips a belly of vinegar. She was so sour that she was suffocating to death. She picked up the water glass on the table and poured it down in one breath to feel better. With a small face, regardless of the man beside him, he sat down on his own and opened his mouth cracklingly, "Spicy beef, special yellow throat, fat intestines, fresh squid, pili hairy belly..."

   I checked seven or eight dishes in a row, all of which were all-viscera!

After   , she felt uneasy and called to the boss again, "One more brain flower."

  As expected, Han Xiaoye stole a glance at the man's frown, which was about to knot, shamelessly relieved. He poured himself another cup of tea and rudely drank it.

  The tables and chairs of the hot pot restaurant are all made of wood, because they are exposed to oil fumes all the year round, and there are some black marks on the gaps of the dark yellow wooden benches. Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes swept over the traces, and a flash of disgust passed by.

  Han Xiaoye knew that he was obsessed with cleanliness, so she kept it at ordinary times, but whenever he felt a little uncomfortable, she had already offered to change the place. But today was different. Fu Zhiyan abused her in class twice in a row, and she felt uncomfortable. So holding a teacup, looking left and right is looking at the scenery, just don't look at him.

   Originally thought that Fu Zhiyan would definitely not be able to bear it, she couldn't be more aware of how strong his cleanliness was. If Fu Zhiyan could endure this kind of place, he would undoubtedly let him swallow a fly. Unexpectedly, the man who stood for a few seconds actually sat down.

  …Sit down!

  Han Xiaoye's heart trembled sharply, stubbornly forcing himself not to look at him and keep silent.

"coming."

   Soon, the hot pot came up.

   A layer of red chili peppers floated on the surface of the pot full of red oil, and there was even a spicy smell in the air.

  The lady boss turned on the natural gas, and the boss helped put the bottom of the pot on it. As soon as it was put on, the dishes they ordered almost came out.

  Han Xiaoye picked a bowl by himself, and after the soup boiled, he poured all his favorite dishes down.

   Then he took a piece of hairy belly, and after it was ironed, he put it into the bowl of the man opposite, "Little uncle, try it."

   Fu Zhiyan's dark and deep eagle eyes flickered, he picked up his chopsticks, and ate his red hairy belly.

   Obviously he was eating hot pot in a fly restaurant, but he gave the illusion of being in a five-star hotel. Even eating a hot pot hairy belly is elegant and beautiful.

  Han Xiaoye pulled back his gaze fiercely, burned his hairy belly, biting crunching sound. The fiery soup is dipped in seasonings, and with the crunchy texture of the hairy belly, it's so delicious that you can't wait to swallow your tongue. After eating deliciously, she felt better, stretched her brows and smiled, "Little uncle, how are you?"

  Fu Zhiyan raised his head and glanced at the eccentric elf little woman. She had also called him little uncle before, but now it was a little uncle, but he felt it was extremely harsh. Trying to restrain the discomfort in his heart, he pursed his thin lips, "Not bad."

fart!

   Obviously I don’t like to eat!

   "Yes, uncle, just eat more." She immediately brought him a few more dishes, filled his bowl full, and looked at him eagerly.

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan actually ate it.

  The bowl was full of his least favorite animal offal, and he actually ate it.

  Han Xiaoye thought about it several times in distress. Anyway, he abused him, in the final analysis, it was his own heart. But not convinced by that tone, she resisted the urge to grab his chopsticks and used the killer.

   "Little uncle, the pig's brain is familiar, I'll give you one."