Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Michelin's takeaway is only available to those with a gold card. There are not many people with Michelin Gold Cards, Qin Fang is one. But Qin Fang's character would not buy takeaways for hooligans. Then... the race that the little rascal knows, the only possibility is... Quan Er.

  Fu Zhiyan squinted his eyes, and the depths of his deep eyes flashed fiercely.

  Han Xiaoye looked at him quietly, seeing his face getting colder and more unhappy, his heart pounding hard, and suddenly asked, "What time is it now?"

"Yep?"

   She suppressed the surging anger in her heart and pretended to be calm, "I asked you what time it is."

  She has a straight-forward personality and can't hide things. Even if she tries her best to control her, she can still let people see through her little emotions at a glance.

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips and frowned seriously, "That's work. And I'm not drinking coffee with Vice President Feng Qi alone, and President Lin and his wife are also there."

His parents were also there... Han Xiaoye felt even more uncomfortable, and sat up with a very bad attitude, "Yo, see the parents. How is it, are the vice president's parents satisfied with the uncle? I think about it. , we all drank coffee after eating together, I should be very satisfied, congratulations."

   "Han Xiaoye." Fu Zhiyan's tone was a little cold.

The colder he was, the colder Han Xiaoye's mouth became. She slammed the phone on the bed and glared at her, "I said I didn't want you to have coffee with her, I said I'd wait for you for half an hour, what time is it? It's eight o'clock. Three hours, fifty-two minutes, and forty-five seconds. You are more than three hours late, what do you think of me? Do you know that I have been waiting for you in the ward?"

   Her uncomfortable little touch fell into Fu Zhiyan's eyes, and the cold air dissipated immediately.

   After more than three hours of torment, Han Xiaoye's mood has reached a critical point. Her eyes turned red all of a sudden, "Fu Zhiyan, you just relied on me to like you. You knew that I didn't wait for you to wait for you all the time, that you would be cranky and uncomfortable. You are still unscrupulous. You never cared about me at all. Mood, you always only care about yourself. You only care about your principles, your work, you don't care what I think in my heart. Do I deserve it if I like you? Yes, you are a job. I will ask you, if I also What do you think about having dinner and coffee with other men and seeing your parents because of work?"

Without waiting for the man to answer, she sneered, "Yes, you don't care at all, we are different. You are rational, you are amazing. You must be indifferent, wish I gave you free time, right? I should like you, I should be you do not like me."

  Fu Zhiyan sounded guilty before, and couldn't help but reflect on whether he had gone too far. But after hearing that, she said more and more nonsense, and that guilt turned into anger.

   "You think I don't like you?"

  Han Xiaoye paused for a second before starting, laughing was uglier than crying, "Do you still like me like this?"

  Fu Zhiyan was choked up by her questioning. The stern face that was originally a little angry instantly turned into an iceberg, and he said coldly, "Have a good rest."

Han Xiaoye didn't want to cry, but the tears fell uncontrollably at this moment, she couldn't hold it anymore, she picked up the pillow suddenly and threw it at him, "You go, I can rest well after you go! "

"Yep."

  Click, the door of the ward suddenly closed.

  Han Xiaoye didn't expect that he really left, and suddenly fell on the bed, covered his face with the quilt, and shed tears silently.

   Cry! Isn't it a man? Don't cry!

   But the tears in my eyes were so fast that I couldn't stop.

   The heart seems to have been cut into countless pieces, and each piece is a pain dripping with blood. She tugged on the quilt, and finally couldn't help crying.

   "Damn, bastard, bastard!"

   She cried heartbreakingly, and the men outside the ward were not feeling well either.

The suppressed cries in    came into his ears one after another, and slashed at him. Fu Zhiyan slammed the wall hard, blood dripping on the back of his hand instantly, he stood expressionlessly for a while, then turned around and left the hospital.

  …

   When Feng Yaqin, Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao came to deliver the meal, Han Xiaoye's eyes were still red. Although she tried her best to hide, she was discovered by Feng Yaqin.

   "Ono, what happened to your eyes? Did you cry? What happened?"

   "What about stopping?"

  Han Xiaoye didn't speak, Feng Yaqin's heart skipped a beat, and she blurted out, "He made you cry?"

  Han Xiaoye shook his head, "No, I cried myself. The scabbed area of ​​the wound was a little itchy, I couldn't help but feel uncomfortable, so..."

   Feng Yaqin and the others know her character best. Usually, the big scar on the mouth of the bowl doesn't have any breath, how could he cry inexplicably. There must be a problem. Feng Yaqin had a headache when she thought that the eldest's trouble had just been resolved, and the second child had trouble again. But she said so, Feng Yaqin couldn't break her down, she could only pretend to be confused.

"It's like this when the wound grows new meat. It won't itch when it grows better. By the way, I stewed pig's trotter soup for you today with Xia Xia. I asked Qin Fang, and he said that supplementing more collagen is good for you. Your wounds are healing. You drink more tonight."

   She took out the bowl and poured the soup into the bowl, "Drink more, I've dried the soup, and the temperature is just right. I'll give you a bowl first."

She filled a full bowl and placed it in front of Han Xiaoye, "Eat, eat more, you see you are thin, you are almost into ribs, I feel bad for me. It's only a few days, I have to make up for it. Supplement. Supplementing enough nutrition will make the body good.”

  Han Xiaoye obediently picked up the soup and drank the soup. No matter how well stewed pig trotters were, it would still be greasy, not to mention that she had already eaten something before. A pig's trotter went down, and she couldn't help turning the river to the sea in her stomach, and spit it out. Han Xiaoye turned pale, wiped his mouth, looked tired, and pulled out a forced smile, "Mommy, I'm sorry."

  Feng Yaqin looked at her little face that was blue in the white, how could she be willing to blame her. He scolded Fu Zhiyan a thousand times silently in his heart, smoothed her back, and comforted her, "I didn't think about it, your stomach is not very good, what kind of soup do you drink in the evening. If I knew earlier, I would cook a few light ones. My little dish is here, what should I do now?"

   She turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao, "Xia Xia, Xiaoer, go out and buy some light porridge for Ono." By the way, cultivate and cultivate feelings.

   Mo Xiaxia didn't know if she could see what she was thinking. She nodded and picked up the bag on the side, "Okay, I'll go right away."

  Fu Xiao followed behind her without a word, and the two walked out of the ward together. As soon as he went out, Mo Xiaxia was going to drive to the garage first.

  Fu Xiao grabbed her hand and said calmly, "The hospital has a special cafeteria."