Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Preserved egg and lean meat porridge looks ordinary, but it is very complicated to make.

  Han Xiaoye leaned on the sofa in the living room with his chin propped up, staring at the busy people in the kitchen for more than half an hour before he saw him put the processed ingredients in and start cooking porridge.

  Because he was going to cook, he took off his coat, undid the sleeves of his white shirt, rolled up the cuffs, and revealed a beautiful wrist. The slender hands matched with those fair and beautiful wrists were indescribably pleasing to the eye. Han Xiaoye stared at him, washed his hands three times, and walked out of the kitchen.

   "Little uncle."

"Yep?"

  Fu Zhiyan saw that she had changed from the cross-sitting position at the beginning to the current lying position, her brows involuntarily wrinkled again, and there was a hint of helplessness on the corners of her eyes.

  Han Xiaoye likes to see him helpless to himself, as if he cares about her very much. So she knew that he was not satisfied with her lying on her stomach, but she remained motionless, and continued what she just said as if she didn't notice, "Little uncle, what do you think of that Mr. Gu today?"

   "How about what?" The softness on Fu Zhiyan's face froze, and he couldn't hide his unhappiness when he remembered that Gu Yufei had been courting the hooligan all day today.

  Han Xiaoye really didn't notice that he was unhappy this time, because she happened to focus on his beautiful wrist at that time. Without raising his eyelids, he replied, "Don't you think Mr. Gu is a special gentleman?"

   "He also seems to have come back from studying abroad. I feel that he has the spirit of a gentleman in the West. You think, he doesn't know that I am your daughter-in-law, and he still cares about me in various ways. It can be seen that he usually treats people and things very kindly."

   She is just a little secretary, she is a big boss, and she has been approached several times to talk to her, which makes her a little flattered.

  Han Xiaoye said that without any intention, and Hong Yanyan's small mouth made another sentence, "Little uncle, are all those who come back from abroad such a gentleman? Why haven't you learned the spirit of a gentleman from abroad?"

  If he had the spirit of a gentleman in the West, maybe she would go a lot better in chasing him when she was 18 years old. Maybe he would have thrown him down long ago and gave birth to a little monkey.

  Han Xiaoye was sullen in his heart, and he didn't wait for someone to answer for a while. He looked up and saw the man's obviously angry expression, and he didn't react a little.

  Why is he suddenly angry again?

   Did she say something wrong just now?

  Han Xiaoye thought about it, but couldn't come up with a reason. Could it be that Fu Zhiyan was unhappy just because she said that he did not learn the spirit of a gentleman in the West? Impossible, he is not such a stingy person. If he was so stingy and easy to get angry, he wouldn't always be half-dead with her. But what did she do to make him angry again.

  Han Xiaoye really couldn't think of what he had done, and it was a little painful. She always felt that ever since she came to H City, Fu Zhiyan was just like her aunt, and her emotions were like a roller coaster. It was fine, but inexplicably angry for a while. Every time it seems to be angry. The key is that he was angry with her, but he was even angry with her, which made her husband-in-law confused.

   Confused in her heart, she still knew that husbands and wives needed more communication and adjustment, and when encountering a sullen husband, she should take the initiative to adjust more. Without going around in circles, she hesitated and asked directly, "Little uncle, are you upset? Did I say something wrong just now?"

She explained the anger of her guess again, "I said that you didn't learn the gentleman's spirit of foreigners, not to degrade you. You didn't learn it better, you didn't learn the gentleman's spirit like the central air conditioner. I'm even happier. Think about it, if you learn it and become like Boss Gu, Lin Shuwan asked you to give her a ride, but because you couldn't refuse the lady's request, you really gave her away? Don't think about it, If you do send her off, she'll get entangled right away. Maybe because everyone lives in the same hotel, they come knocking on your door in the middle of the night. Then am I half-dead?"

   She took one bite at a time and compared herself to Gu Yufei again, and the dullness in Fu Zhiyan's heart became even more serious.

   But the little hooligan raised his face and explained seriously, not wanting him to be unhappy. It made him feel very uncomfortable, and he could only endure it.

   "Fu Jiajia Xun, after marriage, all gentlemanly behaviors towards people other than the wife are hooligans."

   Having said this kind of love-like promise from a strict abstinence man, Han Xiaoye was shamefully as sweet as drinking a jar of honey. The corners of his mouth couldn't help turning upwards, and his mouth was dishonest and reserved, "Then you didn't treat me gentleman."

   "I'm making porridge for you."

   "But you like to train me, talk about me, and educate me."

  Fu Zhiyan's noble Danfeng glanced at her and asked indifferently, "Shouldn't you be educated?"

  "..." Damn, what a gentleman! She pursed her lips and made a request reluctantly, "You can educate me in a low-key manner, or you can be more euphemistic. Don't always give direct orders, I'm so upset."

   "Is it useful to be euphemistic?" The hooligan is a typical person who can see the dyeing workshop by giving some color. Usually give her a step, she can jump to the sky. If I really told her euphemistically, she would definitely pretend to be stunned, try to get away with it, and never repent.

   You can tell just now that she didn't sit down, he was serious, and she was still coquettish from sitting cross-legged to now unscrupulously lying on her stomach, which shows how much her character is like a little wild cat.

   "Are you sure I'm polite and you'll listen to me?"

  Han Xiaoye is very guilty. The more guilty she is, the more righteous she is on the surface, "You haven't been euphemistic, how do you know I won't listen to you?"

   "Very good, you said it yourself, remember it yourself." Fu Zhiyan was waiting for her words.

  Han Xiaoye was even more guilty, and shouted, "Remember, remember, who is afraid of who."

Fu Zhiyan raised his eyebrows, and the thin lips that made people want to take a bite curled up slightly. When Han Xiaoye was a little itchy, he suddenly turned around, "The porridge is almost ready, you are almost sitting up, I Get you a bowl."

   "You eat with me, it's not good for me to eat alone."

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan gave her a bowl and another bowl for himself, and put them on the dining table in the villa together. Han Xiaoye obediently got up, helped to get the spoon he had sterilized before in the kitchen, and sat down at the dining table, "Hey, here it is."

  Fu Zhiyan took the spoon she handed over and reminded her, "It's hot, be careful."

"I know." Han Xiaoye scooped up a large spoon and said while blowing, "Little uncle, what are your plans for the afternoon? If the company is fine, I want to go shopping and give kittens, Xia Xia, Feng Auntie they buy some gifts to go back."