Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

Han Xiaoye followed his example and put the bowl on the table with a blank face, secretly annoyed that she was useless. After she put it down, she slapped dryly, "I accidentally cooked too much, it's a pity to throw it away. Don't think too much, it's not for you to eat. If you like it or not, just put it there, and I'll take it out to feed the dog tomorrow."

   The tomato egg noodles should have just been cooked, and there is still a layer of hot bubbles floating on the noodle soup. The fragrance of tomato and the rich fragrance of eggs are mixed together, and it smells very appetizing. Fu Zhiyan rubbed his fingertips across the rim of the bowl, and the warm temperature of the noodles inside was transmitted through the porcelain. The warm, cold stomach felt a little better. He pursed the corners of his mouth, raised his head, and said rigorously and calmly, "No one keeps dogs in this villa area."

  Han Xiaoye was so choked by him that she found the steps for herself to go down. She had already set up the ladder, but he was fine, so he kicked her out!

   Besides, he doesn't have a dog in his custody. Could it be that he really doesn't eat it and wants to wait for her to take it out to feed the dog tomorrow?

  Han Xiaoye stood there angrily, swearing that if Fu Zhiyan really didn't give face that much, she would throw this bowl of noodles to the dog even if she took a taxi overnight.

   Probably heard her voice, the handsome man picked up the chopsticks and started eating slowly. Obviously it is simple home-cooked noodles, and his dining attitude is as if he is eating a Michelin dinner.

  Han Xiaoye was also hungry, he ate everything, and she didn't plan to stand here as a waiter. He wiped his hot, crimson palm on his trousers, turned around and went out.

   Because most of the noodle soup was scooped into Fu Zhiyan's bowl, the noodles left in the pot were horribly mushy. She is also not picky about food. After picking it into a bowl with chopsticks, she ate it in big gulps. After finishing the noodles in the pot, she came alive. After tidying up the kitchen, I yawned and went upstairs.

   But this time, she didn't go to Ha Fu Zhiyan's room, but went back to her own room. After taking a shower, she threw herself on the bed, and just closed her eyes, and suddenly opened her eyes again, as if she had remembered something. Han Xiaoye quickly got up from the bed, put on his slippers, locked the door angrily, then lay back on the bed, reached out and turned off the lights in the room, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

   After tossing for a day, she just had enough to eat. It was when the sleepy bug came. Although she was still sulking with Fu Zhiyan, she fell asleep quickly...

   It was twelve o'clock in the morning.

   The man who started working seriously after eating the tomato egg noodles raised his head and glanced at the quartz clock on the wall, then at the motionless door, frowned, and buttoned his notebook.

   He all walked to the door of the room, stopped again, fell back, put the noodle bowl in his hand, and then opened the door.

  The living room was quiet, not like anyone.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned.

   Steps involuntarily quickened and went downstairs. The downstairs was really empty, and the kitchen was neatly tidied up, as if it had never been used.

   As far as I can see, where is the figure of the hooligan?

   Did you run away from home again?

  Fu Zhiyan's cold outline was about to freeze, his thin lips pursed into a line, he picked up the key on the table and went out the door.

  Han Xiaoye, who was in a daze, seemed to hear the sound of the door closing and the car starting. She thought she didn't wake up, and at the call of Mr. Zhou, she continued to play chess...

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   Next day.

   The sun shone into the room, and the alarm clock on the phone buzzed.

   The person who was lying on the bed with no signs of sleeping turned over, and a small part of the quilt slid under the bed along with her movements, exposing half of her legs.

   Probably felt cold, plus the alarm clock kept ringing.

   The person who slept comfortably finally opened one eye reluctantly.

  The strong sunlight shone in immediately, piercing the eyes and hurting. She closed it immediately, yawned, reached out and rubbed her tearful eyes, and sat up from the bed with difficulty.

  The weather outside is fine and the sky is clear.

   A little sparrow flew to the window and stopped to brush its feathers.

  Han Xiaoye slept well and felt much better. After she picked out a simple black and white striped thin sweater from the closet, she changed her clothes, went to the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash up, and then went downstairs.

   First class on Tuesday morning.

   So she set the alarm clock for eight in the morning.

   As soon as she went downstairs, she saw the man downstairs having breakfast, and she called out in a conditioned reflex, "Little—" Fortunately, she responded quickly and swallowed hard.

   But the man downstairs still heard it and looked up at her. One glance, and then moved away. Pulled out the chair, picked up the coat on the chair and went out.

   He seemed to be enveloped in a cold air, keeping everyone from a thousand miles away.

   "Crack."

   Until the door closed and the people left. Only then did Han Xiaoye come back to his senses. After finally getting some sleep, his mood was terribly bad again.

Depend on! baffling!

   He threw her out of the car and refused to tell her what Yan Xu had to say. She even cooked a supper for him last night, and he ate it too. What does it mean to suddenly slap her cold face again this morning? Still looking angry. There is always a reason to be angry, the aunt has to have an attack once a month. How could he be so moody? !

  Han Xiaoye was so angry that he was still holding his breath when he arrived at school after breakfast. After thinking about it left and right, I couldn't figure out what made Fu Zhiyan angry again. After serving him the noodles last night, she went back to her room, neither pestering him nor making trouble with him, what was he angry about?

  Emma, ​​it is said that women have needles in the bottom of the sea, how can a man's heart be like a needle in the sea. It's a change in no time!

   At 8:30 in the morning, many people in the school just finished breakfast and walked around.

   There are also basketball and running on the playground, which is full of vitality.

   But these vitality, after she came in, seemed a little strange.

  Han Xiaoye walked all the way to the teaching building, and the more he walked, the more he felt that she was not an illusion. The person who turned back along the way was indeed looking at her.

   She stopped and tugged at her bag, ready to grab someone and ask her what to do.

   Suddenly, two girls in front of her stopped in front of her.

  Han Xiaoye frowned and recognized that one of them was the one who was talking to her on the bus.

   "Who do you say is a dog?" The tall girl squeezed her fist angrily, and was pulled by the person next to her.

She looked Han Xiaoye up and down a few times, her eyes were full of contempt and disgust, "Chichi, Han Xiaoye, what did I say before? If you don't have the skills, don't learn to fish for the moon with monkeys, otherwise the moon will not be caught, but your **** will be lost. It's exposed for people to see."

"……"What's the meaning?

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