Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

"Yep."

  Fu Xiao had a weird expression.

  Fu Zhiyan knows how to cook, but he rarely does it. He has seen only a handful of times, and after being busy with work in the past few years, he has not even seen him a handful of times. I actually did it myself today... Fu Xiao's cold eagle eyes flashed.

   pulled Mo Xiaxia, "Let's go."

"Um?"

   "Going to drive back, by the way, call Mom and tell her to stop talking here." Fu Xiao calmly said, "Mom should be out soon."

   Mo Xiaxia is not stupid, she quickly understood what he meant and followed his pace.

  …

   When Fu Zhiyan finished the food and brought it in, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening.

  Han Xiaoye was tossing and turning in bed, unable to fall asleep, when he heard the door open, he thought Feng Yaqin and the others were back. As a result, she smelled a fragrant food fragrance, she opened her eyes and looked over——

   "Little..." The voice came to an abrupt end.

  She opened her eyes awkwardly and said nothing, but her heart was in a mess.

  Why did Fu Zhiyan come back? Isn't he gone?

  Han Xiaoye was a little sour in his heart, and a little happy inside. She didn't want to admit that she was spineless and happy, and she suppressed that happiness.

  Fu Zhiyan put the food on her table without saying a word, and said in a hoarse voice, "Eat a little."

"I will not eat."

   He was actually not angry, he pulled up a chair and sat beside the bed, rolled up his sleeves gracefully, revealing half of his handsome wrist, scooped a spoonful of porridge, lowered his eyes and blew it, and fed it to Han Xiaoye's mouth.

"……I will not eat."

   The spoon that was placed beside her mouth was not taken back. The man's stern eyes were deep and dark, like a galaxy, beautiful and bottomless.

  Han Xiaoye was deadlocked for a while, but finally could not resist, opened his mouth, and rudely bit the spoon fed to his mouth.

   Eat as you go! It was he who had to ask her to eat it, she could at best give some face, not a loss! Besides, don't eat for nothing!

   After eating the warm porridge, the discomfort in the stomach that was twitching slightly due to vomiting was relieved.

  The arrogant man fed him one bite at a time, and she ate it one bite at a time. The two did not communicate at all during the whole process. When the bowl of porridge bottomed out, Han Xiaoye touched his belly and stopped eating.

  Fu Zhiyan put the dishes aside, and went to the bathroom to get a basin of water, wet the towel and wring it out, lifted the quilt on her body, and was about to stretch it into her clothes.

   Hospital gowns are generally made looser. When he lifted it, Han Xiaoye felt that most of his chest was exposed. She stretched out her hand and pressed it suddenly, her aura plummeted, "I, I'll do it myself."

   After he helped her clean it after the usual one, she would definitely not be shy. It's different now, they don't have that or that, and they quarrel. At this time, when Fu Zhiyan helped her to wipe her body, she always felt awkward.

   To say it is exclusion, it is not. It's more like... I don't know what to do. In short, I don't know where to put my hands and feet, and my eyes don't even know where to look.

  Fu Zhiyan avoided her hand, grabbed her small hand grabbing the towel with his big hand, and restrained himself.

   "There are some places you can't see, and the wounds can't get wet. I'll come."

   As if he could see through what she was thinking, he added seriously, "Don't worry, I won't do it."

Do!

   Good down-flow!

  Han Xiaoye's ears were hot, looking at his arrogant and serious look, he couldn't even say anything to accuse him.

   Obviously he played a hooligan first, but he played a hooligan, and people felt that he was blaspheming him by playing a hooligan.

  Han Xiaoye is holding back.

   What's even more frustrating is that Fu Zhiyan really clasped her wrist and lifted the hem of her clothes with a towel.

   When the warm towel touched his skin, Han Xiaoye shivered instinctively, and a bunch of goose bumps appeared on his back.

   "The towel is too cold?"

   She was embarrassed to admit that she was being sensitive, and denied it uncomfortably, "No."

   She said no, but the stern man still frowned, soaked the towel in the hot water again, wringed it dry, and then wiped her body.

   His fingertips touched her back from time to time, Han Xiaoye felt the slight changes in his body, and his whole body froze.

   She actually... actually... had a reaction...

   He wiped her lower back, but when they were quarreling, her body had such a shameful reaction!

  Han Xiaoye had never encountered such a situation before, her body was on fire instinctively, and her cheeks were flushed with shame. In other people's films, women will only react after the men have done that kind of bold actions, which is already considered an exaggerated performance in the filming. She actually reacted like this! Han Xiaoye didn't know if his reaction was too sloppy. She quietly put her legs together, for fear that Fu Zhiyan would find out.

  Because I was too nervous, my heartbeat also became honest. His body was like going against her. Not only did he not relax naturally, but every time he touched it, he couldn't help but tremble.

  Han Xiaoye really never encountered such a shameful thing, she stretched her body and didn't dare to look at Fu Zhiyan. I was afraid that I would accidentally expose the truth of being so 'hungry'.

   Finally, this heart-pounding wipe is over. Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief, and as soon as Fu Zhiyan let go of her holding hands, she immediately tidied up her clothes and hid herself under the covers. It looks like that, where is there a little bit of aggressiveness, like a thief just now.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't know her mental activity just now. After pouring out the water, she took a shower and changed into hospital pajamas. Naturally pulled the little woman's quilt on the bed and fell asleep.

  VIP ward is not so much a ward as a presidential suite with a professional doctor. Therefore, the hospital bed is much larger than the ordinary hospital bed. The one-meter-eight bed is more than enough to sleep two people.

  Han Xiaoye's shyness just now had passed, and he remembered the previous quarrel, and his suffocated anger rose again. She turned around, turned her back to the man who was sleeping peacefully, and made a deliberate whirring sound.

   "Call—"

   snoring, but she has learned well.

  Fu Zhiyan originally wanted to take her into his arms, but when he heard the hooligan's deliberate cries, he thought she was resisting. My heart was suffocated, and an indescribable cone pain ripped sharply in my heart. In the darkness, he expressionlessly clenched his half-stretched hand and closed his eyes...

  …

   Nightmare.

  Han Xiaoye didn't know when he fell asleep. When I woke up, there was no one around.

   She wiped the mucus from the corners of her eyes, yawned and sat up. By the way, I took out the phone under the pillow to check what time it was, but found that the phone was dead. Depressed, I took out the universal charger, turned it on after charging for ten minutes, and immediately popped up ten missed calls. It was all from one person—Mo Qi.