Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   When Han Xiaoye woke up, it was already dark outside.

"water."

   As soon as she opened her mouth, she noticed the smell of blood and rust in her mouth, her stomach was more like being pulled by someone, and it was terribly uncomfortable.

   A strong arm lifted her up, and a glass of water was brought to her mouth. Han Xiaoye was extremely thirsty, so he drank heavily.

   "Cough cough..."

  Because she drank too quickly, the water choked in her throat, and she let out a series of coughs. The cough tugged at her stomach, causing her to break into a cold sweat in an instant.

   The man pursed his thin lips tightly, and clumsily helped her with his big hands. A trace of annoyance flashed in his eyes, "How is it? Are you feeling better?"

"water……"

   His stomach was hurting so badly, but his throat was screaming desperately.

  The man's slightly rough fingers brushed the girl's wet corners of her eyes from a violent cough. Under the smudge of the light, the originally cold outline seemed to soften.

   Suddenly, he raised his head and drank the water from the water glass, leaned down, and pressed his thin lips to hers.

"Well!"

  Han Xiaoye looked at the handsome face magnified in front of her in astonishment. He had no resistance at all, and his lips and teeth were forcefully pried open. Warm water trickled into her mouth. Because of the dryness, her conditioned reflex swallowed, like a bird catching feeding. I don't know how long it took, the man's thin lips left her, and a little water slipped down the corner of her mouth, indescribably ambiguous...

   The dryness was relieved a little, and Han Xiaoye tore his throat, "Fu...Fu Zhiyan?"

   She remembered that when she was in pain and thought she was about to die, he picked her up, his face full of anger and panic.

   "It's me." Fu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse, and the dark phoenix eyes were so beautiful in the dark night, "Do you still want to drink?"

  Han Xiaoye became more conscious and suddenly realized how he 'drinked water' just now. She struggled in her arms, a little flustered, "No, no need."

   "Aren't you thirsty?"

  "..." If you are thirsty, you don't need to "drink" water like this!

   His face was magnanimous, and Han Xiaoye had the feeling that he was the wretched one. Hardly can't say anything to accuse.

  Mingming... Obviously she is the one who was forcibly kissed, okay?

   She was very depressed.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned slightly, put the pillow on her back, and then said slowly, "Call me if you're thirsty."

   "I'm not thirsty, not thirsty." Han Xiaoye hurriedly replied, for fear that if he answered slowly, men would not believe the same.

   The room fell into a brief silence.

  Han Xiaoye twisted his body uncomfortably, his face wrinkled into a ball. In fact, she was dying of thirst, and her throat seemed to be smoking. It was fine when I wasn't so awake, but now that I'm awake, I can't ignore the screaming in my throat.

   Her eyes unconsciously peeked at the water glass on the cabinet and licked her chapped lips.

   I really want to drink...

   Reason made her look away, but she was eager to put her eyes on the water glass.

  Han Xiaoye swallowed.

   The dry throat immediately sent a warning sting, the burning desire that drives people crazy...

How to do?

  How can I drink water normally?

   If she told Fu Zhiyan, what if he did something else, wouldn't she be embarrassed to death. But if you don't say it... Han Xiaoye really can't ignore the man with super aura around him.

  Fu Zhiyan looked at the little man on the bed with a tangled face, as if he was holding back very hard. He pursed his thin lips, thought for a while, and finally opened his mouth, "You... do you want to go to the toilet?"

"what?"

  Han Xiaoye looked blank.

To the restroom? She has said for a long time that she wants to go to the toilet?

correct!

bathroom!

   She figured out a way!

   She seemed to be alive, looking at the man beside the bed, "Fu Zhiyan, I'm hungry, I want to drink porridge."

   "I asked Wang Ma to send it over."

  Han Xiaoye quickly grabbed his wrist and shook the man's arm coquettishly, "No, I want to eat what you make."

   Let's go, let's go...

   After she left, she could drink water, and she died of thirst.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned into a bow, glanced at the pale girl lying on the hospital bed, her thin lips pursed into a straight line, "Wait for me here, I'll be back soon."

   "Okay." Han Xiaoye nodded his head like a chicken pecking at rice.

   "There is a call sensor on the cabinet on your left. Press it wherever you feel uncomfortable, and the doctor will come right away. The nurse will come in every fifteen minutes. If you need anything, just tell them. And..."

   Han Xiaoye, who was about to go crazy with thirst, hurriedly interrupted his instructions, "I know, I will wait here obediently for you to come back. Fu Zhiyan, go now, I'm going to starve to death."

   A hint of helplessness flashed in the eyes of the noble and arrogant man, and he reached out and rubbed her soft hair, "Okay, wait for me."

   Maybe it was because of his unbelievably gentle expression and tone at this moment, Han Xiaoye's restless mood suddenly calmed down.

   But what follows is...

   Plop, plop, plop...

   She pressed her left chest, desperately suppressing the beating of her heart. What are you doing? She not only eats to support her stomach, but also has a problem with her heart? It seems like it has been like this all the time, and suddenly my heart beats faster, just like having a heart attack.

  'Ka wipe——' The door was closed.

  Han Xiaoye came back to his senses, and immediately rushed to the cabinet, almost grabbing it, and gulpingly poured a glass of water.

……saved.

   The fire on her throat was finally extinguished by the water, and she stretched out.

   She put the empty water glass on the cabinet and breathed a sigh of relief. Only then did she realize that she had an infusion needle tied to the back of her hand, and several bottles of liquid were hanging on the infusion pole on her right side.

   No wonder she always felt cold all over her body. After a long time, she was infusion. Han Xiaoye tucked himself into the quilt and looked at the ward.

   She was so suffocated by thirst just now that she didn't pay attention to her surroundings. Looking at it now, his jaw dropped in shock.

   The place where she can't even see the edge is really a ward? !

Shouldn't    wards be all small and pure white?

  Why the decoration here is luxurious, not to mention the refrigerator, TV and other appliances, even the sofa living room is fully furnished.

  Han Xiaoye looked here and there, and quickly yawned. I slowly closed my eyes...

  …

after an hour.

  Fu Zhiyan pushed the ward away.

   As soon as I entered the door, I found that the person who had been noisy and hungry before had fallen asleep. She was wrapped in the quilt, with only a small face showing. Maybe it was because he was covering it a little hot, and his pale face turned a little crimson, and he looked much healthier.

   He hooked the corner of his mouth and gently placed the thermal insulation bucket on the cabinet. After hesitating, he took out his phone and sent a text message. After a while, a man in a suit hurried in with a stack of documents.