Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Those people were sitting too far to see them. After making sure that no one could see what she did, Han Xiaoye became bolder. The feet lifted up the man's trouser legs from below, and rubbed the back of his feet.

  Let him say he has stinky feet!

  She stinks!

   Even rubbing his stinky feet on his thighs to tease him!

   "Little uncle, isn't it really fragrant?"

   That's called a squeamish.

   That's a pain in the ass.

  The corners of Fu Zhiyan's mouth pursed tightly, the hand holding the chopsticks gracefully paused and frowned.

  Han Xiaoye's sly big eyes blinked.

   Don't say it?

   She has a way to get him to speak!

  Her little feet rubbed all the way up, this time does not apply to the instep, just use the thumb directly. It rubbed all the way to the left side of the thigh, and the mother's leg was not long enough to reach.

   She didn't give up and wanted to rub on it.

  Fu Zhiyan was burned by her lust, and she saw that she was about to shrink under the table. His brows knitted together almost instantly. The big hand grabbed down and grabbed the naughty little foot.

   The person who was caught was as if he had been electrocuted, and suddenly froze, his voice trembling, "Little uncle, let it go."

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's lower abdomen was on fire, how could it be possible to let go and give her a chance to toss herself.

   "Hurry up." Han Xiaoye's voice trembled. Seeing that Fu Zhiyan didn't let go, she finally couldn't hold it in anymore, and howled, "I have a cramp in my foot, so let go!"

   Damn it, it's too cruel!

   Is there anyone in this world who is more unlucky, embarrassing and abusive than her?

   Originally wanted to revenge and tease him, but no one picked him up, so I got a leg cramp by teasing myself. She really wanted to die, and the throbbing in the soles of her feet was nothing compared to the rush of shame.

  Gosh, why is she not a pangolin.

   If she were a pangolin, she would just dig a slit in the ground and bury herself!

  Fu Zhiyan originally thought she was lying and wanted to let him go, so that she could continue the nonsense. But seeing her face turned red with pain, she quickly let go.

"what happened?"

   "It must have been stretched too long, and the tendons were pulled."

  Fu Zhiyan let go, and she didn't dare to move, the cramping area would be painful if she moved. She could only maintain this difficult posture, leaning back and extending her foot on one leg.

   The waiter rushed over to hear the movement here, saw her strange posture, and was stunned, "Female, ma'am, I heard that you seem to need help here, you..."

   She wanted to ask Han Xiaoye if he needed help, but seeing Han Xiaoye's weird posture, she couldn't ask.

   "Hey, no need." Han Xiaoye's soles of his feet were painful, and a smile appeared on his face. But that smile was no better than crying.

   The waiter stared curiously at the feet she stretched across the table to the opposite side of Fu Zhiyan, his eyes fixed, "Oh, okay."

   said that, but his body did not move.

  Han Xiaoye was embarrassed to death, and his feet seemed to be cramping even more annoyed. The corners of her mouth twitched. But the waiter didn't understand anything, and Lao Chu refused to leave there.

   "I don't need help here." Fu Zhiyan said expressionlessly.

  's cold eagle eyes glanced at the waiter who was watching the lively there. The waiter shuddered and reacted with a shudder. Looking back, he quickly said, "I'm sorry to bother you. Please call me if you need help, sir and madam."

"Okay."

   Hurry up, her face is burning.

   The waiter seemed to have heard her voice and finally left.

   She breathed a sigh of relief.

   "Still in pain?" Fu Zhiyan asked with a frown when he saw that she was still maintaining a strange posture.

  Han Xiaoye was embarrassed again, and he was numb with embarrassment, and let out a weak sound.

  Fu Zhiyan put down his chopsticks, let out a sigh of relief, and pinched the little feet that were stretched out in front of him.

"what!"

  Han Xiaoye immediately let out a pig-killing cry.

   This time, not only the waiter, but also the girl who was chatting at the table sitting in the distance came over.

   But she didn't care.

  Because it's too mother-in-law and it hurts!

   Originally thought that the pain would be extreme when the cramps occurred, but I didn’t expect that when his hand was on the position where the cramps occurred, it was the person who really suffered that would die.

   "Little uncle, don't touch, let go, don't touch there."

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips and pulled them into a line. Forbearance tightened his jaw, pressed her feet, and gently rubbed the place where she cramped.

   He felt that the kneading was light. In Han Xiaoye's opinion, Fu Zhiyan was just scratching the skin and cramping.

   The whole person was struggling.

   "No, I don't want it anymore. I know it's wrong, you don't touch there."

   "Uncle, I really know I'm wrong. Ah!"

   "Ah, don't touch it, please. I was wrong."

After    begging for mercy was useless, her style of painting suddenly changed.

   "Fu Zhiyan, you bastard! Let go! It hurts!"

   "Well, let go! Murder your own wife! Let go!"

   "Bastard! Facial paralysis! Poison tongue!"

   "Fu Zhiyan, did you stop listening, or I'll be rude to you!"

   No matter what she says, those who don’t let go are those who don’t let go. Han Xiaoye's tears were about to burst out in pain. But she stubbornly gritted her teeth and held it back, but the man kept shaking his body involuntarily, trying to break free from the man's big hand.

   "Fu Zhiyan..."

"To shut up."

   The man who massaged her to relax her couldn't bear it any longer and scolded her lowly.

   "You're holding me down..."

  She hurts, why shut up?

  It hurts like someone trying to cramp her, she would be dead if she didn't scream.

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip, grunted a few times, and struggled more intensely.

   Her movement will only make the cramps worse. Fu Zhiyan clasped her ankle to prevent her from moving, and raised his head to look at her, "Don't move."

   "You don't want me to move, and you don't let me scream. It hurts." Han Xiaoye was a little angry.

Knowing her temper, Fu Zhiyan held her feet and stopped rubbing her cramps temporarily, her cold outline softened a little, "I'm helping you relax your muscles and bones, it was a little painful at first, bear with it a little bit, Don't mess around. It'll be fine in a few minutes."

  Han Xiaoye is not an ignorant person. After knowing what he was doing, he gritted his teeth, "Come on. Take it easy, I really hurt."

"Yep."

  Fu Zhiyan's strength was not light, he was already light enough, and it was useless no matter how light it was. Not only did he not lighten, but he continued to increase his strength.

  Han Xiaoye only felt that the pain in the soles of his feet was more painful than the last. She gritted her teeth, and her cheeks were about to bulge out.

   Just when she was dizzy and about to lose her strength, the pain in the soles of her feet disappeared.

"All right."

  Fu Zhiyan let go.

   "Would you be fooling around next time? How many times have I told you that there is a seated appearance when you sit, and a standing appearance when you stand. Don't sit crookedly."