Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   When Fu Zhiyan took the coffee, his index finger touched the back of her hand without a trace.

"thanks."

  Han Xiaoye jumped with a thud, and gave him a sneak peek. Seeing his serious face, it was as if it was her illusion just now. He also tried his best to withdraw his gaze, raised his face, and stood half a step behind him.

   This meeting was a lot and complicated. Apart from occasionally helping to hand over the documents, Han Xiaoye helped to change the water, and the rest of the time was spent watching him.

  Han Xiaoye found that he didn't talk much, and basically the conference room was noisy, so he would only say a word or two. But one or two words he said can often break the quarrel immediately. It is said that serious men are the most handsome, but Fu Zhiyan is so handsome right now. Her eyes were glued, and she didn't know how to turn.

  The meeting went on for an hour and a half, and Han Xiaoye stood there for an hour and a half.

   She would have been yelling for a long time, but this time her feet were hurting, but she didn't say a word, not even a frown. As soon as the meeting ended, Fu Zhiyan immediately surrounded a group of people, all the directors of YG Entertainment who came to chat up.

  Fu Zhiyan responded with a few words and walked up to Han Xiaoye, "Are you tired?"

  Han Xiaoye beat his legs, noticed the directors who were looking over, and straightened his back, "Report to the president, I'm not tired."

   The expressionless man's outline softened a little, turned his head to the person Baba was looking at, and said, "Help me get a car back to the hotel."

   The person he selected was flattered and quickly said, "Okay, I'll do it right away."

   "Let's go," Fu Zhiyan said.

  Han Xiaoye immediately followed behind him. At this time, he did not forget to make a pretentious sentence, "Yes, President."

The    anniversary celebration didn’t start until six o’clock. It’s only three thirty, and there are still two and a half hours left. When they arrived at the hotel, the driver who had picked them up had already helped them put their luggage back in the room. He was still waiting for them in the lobby. As soon as they arrived, the driver immediately handed over the room card to Han Xiaoye.

   "Mr. Fu, Secretary Han, the check-in procedures have been completed. Here is the room card and Secretary Han's ID card."

  Han Xiaoye took it, "Thank you."

"Secretary Han is very polite, this is what I should do. Secretary Han has a good rest, and you can call me anytime if you need it." The driver greeted him politely and respectfully to the silent man Said, "Mr. Fu, I'll go first."

"Yep."

   With his permission, the driver dared to leave.

   Their room is the presidential suite, to be precise, Fu Zhiyan's room is the presidential suite. The room reserved for her was an ordinary single room on the floor near the presidential suite.

  As soon as Han Xiaoye entered the elevator, he held up two room cards and asked tangled, "Little uncle, what should I do? Where the **** am I going to sleep?"

  Han Xiaoye was in a dilemma, and honestly, she definitely wanted to sleep in the presidential suite with Fu Zhiyan. It's not that she wants to do something bad, but the presidential suite is better than a normal single room anyway. The comfort of the bed in the room alone was several levels off. But intellectually, she knew that she had better sleep in an ordinary single room, so that she could maintain a 'pure' subordinate relationship with Fu Zhiyan. At least in face they can pretend they are pure.

   She couldn't decide, so she asked the man who had already taken out the documents while taking the elevator to read, "Uncle, where do I sleep?"

   "Sleep wherever you want." Without raising his eyes.

  Han Xiaoye was suddenly unhappy with his attitude, pouted his lips, unhappy, "I want to sleep in your bed, is it possible?"

  Fu Zhiyan finally glanced at her, "Have you never slept?"

   When he was 18 years old, the little hooligan shouted every day that he wanted to sleep in his bed. Now he has a small bun in his stomach, and he told him that it was impossible to sleep in his bed.

Han Xiaoye understood what he said and became angry, "I slept as your girlfriend. I slept later as your wife. The problem is that I am your secretary now! It is known by others that the noble and glamorous President Fu actually sleeps with the secretary, do you still want to hang out outside? I am thinking of your reputation, and you are still talking about me. "

   Her puffed-up look was particularly painful. Fu Zhiyan lowered his head, pecked her lips, and said in a hoarse voice, "Don't think about me, just do what you want."

  Han Xiaoye was kissed sweetly.

   heard him say again, "But you want to live apart..."

"I don't want to!" Han Xiaoye interrupted him immediately, hooked his arm without any restraint, leaned on him, raised his face cheekily, grinned like a hooligan, "I want to unspoken rules of my president grown ups."

  The Presidential Suite has two bedrooms, Han Xiaoye never thought of sleeping separately. He occupied the bed in the master bedroom spontaneously, and as soon as he took off his shoes, he lay down on the bed.

   "Ah, so cool."

   Standing for almost two hours, her feet hurt.

  Especially the pair of high-heeled leather shoes squeezed her feet hard and uncomfortable. She finally managed to get rid of it. She was lying on the bed in a big shape, her ten toes moving non-stop.

   Although Fu Zhiyan was accustomed to her lackluster side, it was the first time he had seen her... the lackluster side. Her brows could not help wrinkling, her eyes fell on the little woman's feet, her thin lips pursed tightly, "Han Xiaoye."

   "Yes." She was still immersed in the little sweetness in the elevator, and when she heard him call herself, she wanted to sit up.

   But the next second...

   "You haven't washed your feet yet."

   Of course she didn't wash her feet, so what?

  Fu Zhiyan's eagle-eyed Danfeng looked at her bare feet, her brows were almost knotted, and after a long time, she said one word, "Stinky."

  Han Xiaoye waited for a long time, but he finally got what Chi Guoguo disliked - stinky!

   Suddenly, the whole person is stupid.

   No matter how carefree she is, she is still a girl. Although she is usually a little thick-skinned and shameless, the kind of abuse that Chi Guoguo, the person she likes, dislikes with smelly feet is still indescribable. It's like walking on the road and humming a song well, and being stabbed by the person beside him.

   Her face flushed instantly, trying to hide her embarrassment and depression, but she didn't know how to hide it. After twitching the corners of her mouth a few times, she sat up, venting her anger, as if stepping on the bed with her disgusting feet. While stepping on it, he concealed his guilty anger and said, "It smells bad, but I didn't wash my feet. I even stepped on your sheets. What's the matter, don't sleep if you have the ability!"

   "You can ask the customer service to change the sheets."

"!"Depend on! Han Xiaoye's blood was about to come out.

   As soon as he was about to fight back, he saw that the noble man had lowered his eyelids and started to work, and swallowed the words stuck in his throat.

   She endures!

   Forbearance is not enough? !

  Who made her like him?

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  PS: There was a temporary emergency last night, and there was no update. Today, my brother will make up for it all. Try to avoid similar situations in the future. Feel sorry