Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   This realization made Han Xiaoye feel particularly heartbroken, as if his heart had been torn in half, and the suffocation was so dull!

   She couldn't take it any longer and cried out.

   She cried heart-to-heart, tugging at his clothes without any image, wiping a handful of snot and tears on it. If she wanted to be like this at ordinary times, Fu Zhiyan broke her cleanliness and pulled her away. Seeing her crying so sadly at this moment, she couldn't bear it, and patted her back gently.

  Han Xiaoye cried heartily, her crying eyes were red and her voice was hoarse, and she slowly stopped.

   After she stopped, she didn't speak, she didn't cry, she closed her eyes and wondered if she fell asleep.

  Fu Zhiyan originally wanted to have a good talk with her, but seeing her tired appearance, he couldn't bear it, so he hugged her quietly and closed his eyes.

   Until the sky was getting dark, he got up gently, tucked the quilt for the sleeping man again, and went out quietly.

   "Crack!"

  The door of the ward closes——

  A hot tear rolled from the corner of a person's eyes with his eyes closed on the white hospital bed...

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   Three days later.

   Fu Zhiyan found that something was wrong with Han Xiaoye.

   She behaved very abnormally. Usually, when Suri and the others came to see her, she could accompany them to talk and laugh, and tease Fu Xiaomao to watch "Bears Infested" together, which was very enjoyable. Once Suri and the others are gone, she will immediately quiet down and be a different person when someone is around. Moreover, she will also show a state of irritability and indifference.

  Fu Zhiyan leaned against the door, watched Su Rui and the others got up and left after chatting. After saying hello to Qin Fang, he closed the door of the ward.

   Sure enough.

   The bright smile on the pale little rascal's face on the bed collapsed, and he returned to his quiet and silent appearance.

   He frowned, walked over, took out an apple from the fruit basket Suri and the others brought, pulled out the chair beside the bed, sat down, and peeled it for her. Soon, he divided the peeled apple into small pieces and handed it over, "Take it and eat some fruit."

   The little woman on the bed didn't move, as if she didn't hear it.

  Fu Zhiyan handed it over again, "You just said so long, eat some fruit to moisten your throat."

The person who got off the bed reacted, his face tensed, his bright eyes stared at the apples on the plate, he didn't know what to think, and suddenly he was so angry, he waved his hand to open the plate, "I don't want to eat, I'm the best I hate eating apples!"

  Fu Zhiyan didn't get angry, he put the apple aside, stood up again, and walked to the fruit basket, calm and noble, "What do you want to eat? I'll get it for you."

  The cabinet is full of fruit baskets, all of which were given by Han Xiaoye's friends, including those bought by Sinanqing and Qin Fang. There is a cabinet full of piles, and there are all kinds of fruits on it, just like a small fruit stand.

  Han Xiaoye was in a irritable mood. She was afraid that she couldn't help losing her temper. Don't start, and sternly said, "I don't want to eat."

   "Then I'll pour you a glass of honey water." Fu Zhiyan had a good temper.

Han Xiaoye's brows furrowed fiercely, he turned his head sharply, and growled at him, "I said I don't want it, Fu Zhiyan, are you annoying! Are you my mother or my father? What are you? Help me, do you want to help me wash my underwear!"

After    yelled, she regretted it, and felt even more uncomfortable.

   Her chest was stuffy, as if she had been punched. She kept her face away and dared not look at the man's expression. Annoyed at my self-willedness and vexatiousness, at the same time I hate myself even more.

   It was the first time that Fu Zhiyan was yelled at by her so mercilessly. It was the first time that someone was so rudely yelled at. As a man, my mood was definitely not much better. However, he knew that Han Xiaoye was in a bad mood these two days. Seeing how stubborn she was at the beginning, the anger that surged up in an instant receded like a tide...

   "I'll pour honey water for you."

  Han Xiaoye felt gloomy and suffocated. The temper that finally calmed down, when I heard this sentence, I don't know why it seemed like a lit gun battle, and I was very irritable. She couldn't seem to control her temper, she suddenly lifted the quilt and glared at him, "I don't drink! I don't drink! I don't drink!"

   "I said I don't want to drink, I don't want it! You clearly heard it, and you're mad at me on purpose! Are you looking for a chance to wait for me to get angry and divorce me right now?"

  Han Xiaoye wanted to cover his mouth, but the words that hurt people were like a barrage of cannons, and they kept shooting out.

"Yes, besides Apple sister, you also have a curtain sister. You just peeled an apple for me, aren't you just reminding me that you have many suitors? Yes, Mr. Fu is very charming, whether in the company or in In school, there are a lot of women chasing your ass. No wonder you looked down on me at the beginning, let me be self-respect and focus, don't pester you. You also insisted that you were my little uncle and refused to follow me if you beat me to death. Playing with friends. I am also shameless myself, I insisted on pestering you, and tricked you into drinking that kind of wine. You can't do anything about being pestered, so you finally choose to be responsible for me, right? Whatever you like about me, it's all for the sake of it. Me, lest I nag in your ear all day long?"

  Women make trouble unreasonably, and they will definitely turn their backs. Especially the old old accounts, which are endlessly turned over. Fu Zhiyan knew that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't care about her, and the smart one didn't talk to her. He got up and poured her a glass of plain water, and blew it down repeatedly with another empty glass to help her dry the water.

   He didn't speak, making Han Xiaoye even more uncomfortable.

   That kind of discomfort is just suffocating! She would rather that Fu Zhiyan quarrel with her now, she doesn't want to hold back like this! Holding back the uncomfortable feeling made her want to smash things.

Han Xiaoye clenched his fists, his eyes reddened, "I knew that I'm ugly now that I'm pregnant, you don't even want to ignore me. You didn't want the little bun in my belly from the beginning. , you just made up your mind to get rid of my little bun. It didn't flow out the day before yesterday, so you might be very disappointed. Don't forget it, I'm going to give birth and get divorced in the future, so you can share more property! "

   She opened her mouth and closed her mouth to get a divorce. Opening and closing her mouth was her plan after the divorce. No matter how mature and calm Fu Zhiyan is, he is still a man. No man wants to hear the word divorce from his wife. Not to mention post-divorce plans. In marriage, this word is definitely taboo among taboos.

   His face turned cold, and his hand to help her dry the water stopped. The muscles on his face twitched tightly, he tested the temperature of the water, and handed the cup over.

   "You can drink it directly."