Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   The voice was very small, but to Han Xiaoye, it sounded like an atomic bomb explosion, and her face was flushed red.

  Although it’s not the first time I’ve been spanked, spanking with clothes on and spanking without clothes are two completely different concepts. The former makes people angry, the latter makes people angry.

  Fu Zhiyan also froze all over, his big hand hooked the string that she had broken without a trace, tried his best to keep his face sullen, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know what's wrong?"

   "...I'm right." Han Xiaoye muttered, completely righteous, "You said it was better than a salt water bag, normal people would think of it on the chest, who knows what you said is the real salt water bag."

   Her **** and white eyes rolled, and she pushed all the mistakes on him, "Besides, I didn't do anything, I just said I wouldn't do it. You beat me, you domestic violence!"

  Fu Zhiyan's Danfeng eyes narrowed dangerously, "Domestic violence?"

   There was a slight smile in that tone, but it wasn't a happy smile, it was more like a sneer. But it's not as cold as a sneer, close to the feeling of being laughed at by her angrily. Qing Guizhong had a bit of evil charm, and it was as if someone was scratching his ears with a cat's tail grass, and it tickled his heart.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to see his expression now, but he was lying on his stomach ashamed, and his big hand was still touching her hidden part. If he wanted to move, he felt like he was actively seducing him. She was itchy and panicked, and was thinking about how to turn around, when the world turned around and the person was turned over. Before she could see the man's expression clearly, the little mouth was captured...

   The temperature in the room gradually increased, and Han Xiaoye was covered in a fine layer of sweat, and he felt a chill below.

   She waved her little hand randomly, opened her eyes, and whimpered as a reminder, "Little uncle, that."

   He hasn't worn that yet!

  Han Xiaoye was a little irritable, and his mind became clearer, struggling to get up to get it. Fu Zhiyan had already opened the box one step ahead of her, and changed things neatly. He pecked at the open eyes of the man below him. Then he sank down sharply—

"what!"

  Han Xiaoye gasped in pain and froze!

   His body was soaked into a ball of sweat, stretched into a stone, and he dared not move. Her little face was even more wrinkled into a bun, and it hurt just looking at it.

  Han Xiaoye really hurts, she never thought it would hurt so much. The pain was as if the nerve endings were twitching, and the eyes were blurry.

   That kind of pain, just like the first time, it hurts terribly.

   She wanted to endure it for a while, but Fu Zhiyan moved a little bit, and the pain became more than ten times greater. Tears came out of her, and she couldn't help kicking her.

   "Go out, I don't want it anymore."

   If Fu Zhiyan could go out now, he would be a saint! She immediately blocked her shouting mouth and continued resolutely.

  Han Xiaoye is in pain, he can't cooperate with the pain. Seeing that she couldn't struggle, Fu Zhiyan refused to stop, nor was he a vegetarian, and scratched the man's back with a paw.

   After scratching, she was reluctant to bear it, so she tugged at the sheets beside her, her toes taut, and she closed her eyes and tried her best to restrain herself.

"Well."

   Her body was tense, which was a form of torture to Fu Zhiyan, and a muffled groan escaped from her throat. Just as she was about to kiss the corner of the person's mouth, she saw Liu Hulan's generous face as if she was dying, and her thin lips were pursed, and Eagle's eyes dimmed instantly. Originally, she wanted to let her go, but now she has completely let the killer know what "domestic violence" is!

  …

  Han Xiaoye was repeatedly subjected to domestic violence several times, and he completely quit.

   The last round was finally over. She pulled the silk quilt on her last breath and resolutely wrapped herself around her, wrapping herself into a spring roll. With a voice that was almost speechless, he looked at the man who seemed to want to do it again, "Little uncle, I don't want it anymore. Chairman Mao said that when marching and fighting, we should pay attention to the poor and not chase after them. I am poor. I have no pants, if you come again, I will die."

  Fu Zhiyan didn't intend to come. Looking at her little red mouth begging for mercy, the flames that had already subsided began to burn again. He stretched out his hand and hugged the tightly wrapped man, squinting his phoenix eyes expressionlessly, and compared with the sloppy girl, the contrast was beautiful, "Now you know what's wrong?"

"understood."

  Han Xiaoye has never been a person who would rather die than give up. When it is time to bow her head, she is definitely lower than anyone else.

   "Did that domestic violence against you?"

   She rolled her eyes, wondering whether she should answer domestic violence or not. After thinking about it, she tentatively replied, "No?"

   "No?" Fu Zhiyan's Danfeng eyes flashed deeply.

  Han Xiaoye immediately overturned what he said just now, his face was not red or his heart was beating, "No, that is impossible."

   He had long known that the rascal was thick-skinned, but Fu Zhiyan paused for a while. Reaching out and pinching the tip of her nose, she said hoarsely, "If you are not obedient in the future, you will be directly domestic violence."

After    finished speaking, he picked her up and carried her into the bathroom without giving time to those who had not yet reacted.

  Han Xiaoye was sore all over at the moment, someone was waiting on him, she simply leaned on him and enjoyed it with her eyes closed. My heart is sweet, just like eating a lollipop.

   Soon, Fu Zhiyan washed her clean, wrapped it in the quilt again, and carried her back to the bed. He turned off the bedside lamp and kissed her on the forehead, "Go to sleep."

Han Xiaoye was really tired, and the misunderstanding after the cold war for a week was made clear, and the thorn in his heart was removed. Fu Zhiyan also told her three words that she wanted to hear in her dreams. With a tilt, he nestled into the arms of the man beside him without hesitation, and entered a sweet dreamland.

   He was pulling radishes all night, and he had a strange dream of domestic violence being suppressed by radishes. When Han Xiaoye woke up, the sun had already reached his ass.

   Originally thought that Fu Zhiyan must have left, but he turned over and printed a beautiful sleeping face.

   She has always known that Fu Zhiyan is good-looking, but now she thinks that he is very good-looking.

  The tall nose bridge, narrow eyebrows and eyes, full forehead and beautifully shaped lips, each of which is God's most proud masterpiece. The most proud masterpieces are all put together, and they are perfect. It's a pity that he is usually too cold, no matter when he has a cold face, his thin lips are often pursed in a tight line, and there is a sharp arc that makes people afraid to approach. It was completely different when he fell asleep at the moment, and the corners of his mouth were raised without smiling, making people want to kiss him.

  Han Xiaoye did it after thinking about it, moved it carefully, and put it on his beautiful thin lips.

  The soft touch came from the lips, just like kissing on a marshmallow, making people reluctant to remove it.