Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye made a pair of his eyes, and immediately turned his eyes away in a guilty conscience, his finger was about to hang up the phone, and the man at the desk had walked up to her at some point. Looking down at the phone in her hand, and touching the word "jumping Xueba", Ying Falcon's eyes narrowed suddenly.

  The surrounding air plummeted to zero degrees!

  Han Xiaoye hid the phone behind his back, and said nonsense without blinking his eyes, "Hahaha, he accidentally pressed it."

   "How do you know he pressed it accidentally?" Calmly and calmly.

Han Xiaoye's most false is that he looks like this, tugging at the corners of his mouth with a smile, and talking about him, "Little uncle, have you finished your work? When the cat comes back, you can play games with him. The little guy doesn't say it, but he actually likes you very much in his heart. It's just that you are usually too serious, and the little guy is a little afraid of you, so he always likes to talk back to you."

  Fu Zhiyan didn't go around her, and when she hid her phone, she picked up the notebook on her lap. Han Xiaoye didn't have time to stop him, and as soon as his mind was clouded, he saw his face froze.

   "Are you playing games with Ye Chen? Huh?"

   "...I didn't, I just ran into it when I went online." She was telling the truth, but she didn't know why, and she seemed to be very guilty.

   "Just happened to meet?" Fu Zhiyan couldn't hear his anger.

  Han Xiaoye gritted his teeth, "...It really happened to happen."

   "What about the phone? Or did you accidentally press it?" Fu Zhiyan's beautiful face was expressionless and very cold.

  Han Xiaoye knew him better, even if there was a slight change in his expression, she could immediately notice it like a roundworm in her stomach. He was so obviously angry now that she was blind if she couldn't see.

   She tensed up nervously, begging the ringing of the phone to stop quickly. Not knowing if God heard her prayers, the bell stopped. Before she could say that Ye Chen accidentally pressed it, the phone that had stopped for a few seconds rang again.

   She chose the ringtone by herself, and she chose the song "The Man with a Horse Pole" in a funny way. At this moment, the mighty Tibetan male voice sang very loudly.

   Plus the lyrics, how obscene it is.

  Fu Zhiyan didn't speak, but his thin lips pursed into a line betrayed his mood. Han Xiaoye's eggs were in pain. Under the cold gaze of the man, he brought the phone hidden behind his back to his face, opened Tongjian, and put it to his ear.

"Hey."

   The other end of the phone was silent for a second, the person over there seemed to stand up, and there was a sound of a chair pushing. Then came a hoarse and tired voice, "Han Xiaoye."

   His voice was hoarse, as if he was extremely tired. The night wind in London was blowing into the phone, and Han Xiaoye could hear the sound of the balcony wind. Her heart was beating fast, and she felt like she was being monitored by her husband and was talking to her adulterer. I couldn't help but peek at Fu Zhiyan's reaction. "Yeah," Ye Chen said. With a painful face, he asked, "It's so late, haven't you rested yet?"

   Ye Chen looked back at the half-finished app, took off his glasses, closed his eyes and leaned on the balcony, "Not yet."

   "Oh. Then..." Han Xiaoye wanted to hang up.

  Emma, ​​being watched by such angry eyes from Chiguoguo, she is about to freeze into ice cubes! It's fine in summer, at least it's cool, but it's almost winter now! Being thrown into the refrigerator in the winter is better than killing her with a knife.

   Ye Chen heard what she meant to hang up the phone, and interrupted her, "Wait, what did you mean by the message you just sent me on the game?"

  Han Xiaoye was very anxious. She was so close to Fu Zhiyan, and the sound of the broken phone was so loud that Fu Zhiyan could hear what they said. She obviously didn't want to mention it, so why did he have to mention this sensitive topic!

  Han Xiaoye felt like there were ants crawling in his heart, he was restless, and he didn't even have the courage to peek at Fu Zhiyan's reaction. Vaguely, "It's literally what it means."

   "You mean, literally, the sentence you sent me, 'Aren't we friends?'?" Ye Chen's heart seemed to be torn apart, dripping with blood. He was in London, halfway across the world, and the girl he had had a crush on during his school days couldn't see his expression, so he could take a breath without showing disgust or contempt for her, showing a look of loss and discomfort.

"Well……"

   Marven Ye held a stiff tone, "We are not friends. I have never admitted that you are my friend, don't be too affectionate." He didn't lack friends, at least he didn't want her to be a friend.

Depend on!

  "..." Han Xiaoye was depressed and didn't know what to do.

   The person on the other end of the phone was also silent for a few seconds, and then said, "Han Xiaoye."

"what?"

"I may be studying for a Ph.D. in Cambridge." Ye Chen paused, looking at the night scene of the silhouette, looking at the dazzling lights below, his eyes were lonely, "A Ph.D. must stay in the Cambridge University laboratory for three years, if you do a good job , maybe work directly in the research institute in the future. Or stay in the UK to make a foray. At least five years later, I rarely return to China."

   Five years is enough.

   Ye Chen was so suffocated that he could hardly breathe, and remembered that when he was in his teens, he once stood on the balcony of the school rooftop and said to the stupid classmate at the same table that he would repay her in the future.

   He put his arms on the balcony, turned his back and said, "Mr. Fu is next to you, right?"

  Han Xiaoye heard his question before he recovered from the shocking news that he rarely returned to China in five years. Conditioned nod. Immediately realized that they were on the phone, and stammered and explained, "He's working next to him."

   "Can you pass the phone to President Fu?" Ye Chen said directly.

  Han Xiaoye didn't understand what he was going to do, so he hesitated and handed the phone to the man next to him who had been listening.

   "Speak." Cold, forbearance.

   On the other end of the phone, Ye Chen didn't know what to say, his thin lips pursed a little, Ying Falcon's eyes were as dark as midnight, and he glanced at the little woman on the bed who was scratching her ears and trying to listen. He turned and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

  Han Xiaoye didn't expect that he would call him all the time, but as soon as he handed him the phone, he would not listen to himself. He went to the window to play too much, and immediately put on his slippers and prepared to eavesdrop. Two steps away, the caller suddenly put down the phone. As if she knew she wanted to eavesdrop for a long time, she turned her head and saw her behind her without being surprised at all, and returned the phone that had hung up to her.

   "Little uncle, what did Xueba tell you?" But don't say the same thing as what she said at the airport, otherwise, with Fu Zhiyan's character who likes to settle accounts in the autumn, Ye Chen and her will both have bad luck.