Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   At half past five in the afternoon, Fu Zhiyan returned to the villa on time.

  Han Xiaoye has been sitting upright for a while. There are still several bags on the table in front of her. It looks like she just bought it. Seeing him come back, the curly-haired little woman immediately greeted him eagerly, "Little uncle, will I buy American ginseng for Aunt Feng... shabby??"

   "You bought American ginseng?" Fu Zhiyan picked up one of the bags. Isn't it American ginseng? He remembered that this brand was not cheap. Where did the rascal get the money?

  Han Xiaoye worried that he felt too out of his control, lowered his eyes, and said in frustration, "I originally wanted to buy a piece of jewelry for Aunt Feng, but... I can't afford it."

  Can't afford to buy three words, it's too hard to say!

   But she really can't afford the jewelry that Feng Yaqin wears. The necklaces and bracelets that cost millions of dollars can't be bought even if she sells them. Even so, she still wanted to buy Feng Yaqin a decent present.

  Han Xiaoye took out the gift box in one of the bags and opened it hesitantly, "Uncle, I also bought a pendant."

  Jasmine's necklace pendant is inlaid with dozens of broken diamonds.

   "I originally wanted to buy it with the chain..." She took a breath and adjusted her mind, "Anyway, I bought everything I could afford. Aunt Feng should like it, right?"

   Having said that, I'm really not sure if Feng Yaqin will like her.

   But with such great ability, she has already ruined her family. No matter how much more, she doesn't want to give it, she just can't give it.

  Fu Zhiyan clenched the pendant tightly, the edges and corners of the jasmine flower were slightly uneven in the palm of his hand. He glanced deeply at the person who pretended to be calm, calm and powerful, "She will like it."

"real?"

   He put the pendant in the palm of his hand into the box and cherished the box, "Really."

  Han Xiaoye's floating heart dropped a little, and turned around in front of Fu Zhiyan, "Little uncle, do you think I can walk through like this?"

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan lifted the bag and took her hand.

   "Let's go."

  This is gone?

Han Xiaoye suddenly felt that her ball head seemed to be stuck crookedly, and the clothes on her body were not as good as the one she tried just now, and the light makeup just now seemed to have not been checked carefully. I wonder if the foundation was thickened... The more I think about it, the more I feel uneasy, and the more I think about it, the more I think about the various issues of clothing that I thought was completely OK just now.

no.

When    went to the door, she stopped and pulled Fu Zhiyan's hand away, "Little uncle, wait for me, I'll come out right away."

   After saying that, he ran upstairs in a hurry.

  Twenty minutes later, she came down again, full of hesitation. This time, she changed her clothes and let down her curly hair that had just been tied into a ball.

"how about this?"

   Before Fu Zhiyan could answer, she bit her lower lip and muttered to herself.

   "It still feels better as it was."

  Fu Zhiyan's Danfeng eyes narrowed, and when she was about to go upstairs again, she grabbed her hand. After removing the rubber band from her wrist and tying up her curly hair, her beautiful lips parted slightly, "It's beautiful."

nice!

   still looks great!

  Han Xiaoye swayed shamelessly, the corners of his mouth flew up,

   When he came back to his senses, he was already sitting on the Bentley. She was still a little worried, turned her face to the side, and looked at the man who was driving, "Little uncle, is it really okay for me to wear it like this?"

"No."

   "But I remember that Aunt Feng likes me to wear more ladylike clothes. Wouldn't it be too casual to wear jeans?"

  “…”

He didn't answer, Han Xiaoye felt that he had tacitly agreed that he was wearing too casual clothes, and was secretly annoyed that he had changed his skirt just now, and his face was wrinkled, "Little uncle, why don't we go back, I It's better to change into a skirt."

  “…”

   Fu Zhiyan twitched his temples.

  Han Xiaoye was not at ease, and said impatiently, "If we don't go back, we can buy a new one. If we go to Aunt Feng's place, will we pass through the city? If you pass by, remember to stop the car, little uncle."

   "Won't pass through the city."

   "Then what should I do?" She fidgeted all of a sudden.

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at her lightly, frowned, "fasten your seat belt, and don't jump up and down in the car."

   She's not a sky monkey, so she jumped up and down. Besides, she was going to worry to death, how could he not be the same as shit? He's not afraid that Aunt Feng doesn't like her and doesn't want them to be together?

  Han Xiaoye sullenly closed his mouth, ignoring him.

  Bentley's wheels ran over the fallen leaves of the camphor trees on both sides and drove into a quiet intersection. This road is obviously on a ring, but it is a stark contrast to the people coming and going outside. There is not a single shop on this road, and it is full of camphor trees. Next to the camphor trees, small osmanthus trees are also planted. Han Xiaoye noticed that on both sides of the road were courtyards similar to courtyards, which seemed to be a few years old. There were roses growing on the fence walls of every yard in each house. It is also brightly blooming, big and big, just like colorful clouds floating down.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help rolling down the car window and took a breath.

   The air here is filled with the fragrance of flowers.

  The fragrance of rose and sweet-scented osmanthus, with the fragrance of camphor tree and soil, is indescribably comfortable. The air was fresher than when they went to the mountainside to collect the wind.

   She took a few deep breaths and squeezed the mist out of her lungs, and she felt much more comfortable all of a sudden.

   "Uncle, where is this place?"

   "No. 1 compound."

   Han Xiaoye had never heard of the No. 1 compound, but she had heard of the No. 7 compound, where the houses were not sold for any money. They are all top-notch people, and the market is priceless. A petty citizen like her would at most be addicted to looking at pictures on the Internet. 1 is in front of 7. If she understands correctly, this place should be better than the 7th courtyard?

  Han Xiaoye always knew that Fu Zhiyan was awesome, but he didn't expect him to be so awesome.

   Her heart clenched.

  I don't know why, but I feel like I can't tell.

   is not like the excitement of the local tyrants on the list, but more like... loss.

   She didn't know what she was losing, but she just felt that there was a stone in her heart.

  Bentley quickly stopped in front of one of the compounds.

  The courtyard is also full of roses, and a small western-style building stands quietly inside. It is quiet and beautiful, but inexplicably makes people hold their breath.

  Fu Zhiyan got out of the car first, went around to the co-pilot to help her open the car door, unfastened her seat belt, and took her hand, "Come down."

  Han Xiaoye didn't move, she was holding the bag in her hand, and suddenly had a strong urge to go back.

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