Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Bahahahahah." At the moment of beauty, Han Xiaoye couldn't help but kissed him several times on the face.

  Fu Zhiyan suddenly opened his eyes with serious eyes.

   She rolled her eyes like a thief, and said with a guilty conscience, "I'm going to twist a wet handkerchief." After speaking, without waiting for him to answer, she turned and rushed into the bathroom.

   After a while, she came out with a wet towel, "Little uncle, lie down, I'll help you cool down."

   she said, pressing the person onto the bed.

  Fu Zhiyan reluctantly was held down on the bed by her, and a towel was placed on his forehead.

   The cool towel was just soaked in cold water, which miraculously dissipated the heat from his body.

  Fu Zhiyan reached out and touched the veil, but he didn't take it off.

   "How are you, do you feel better?"

   "I'm only allergic to alcohol. There is medicine in the third drawer on the left side of the desk. You can bring it for me."

  Han Xiaoye immediately found the bottle of medicine and poured him another glass of water. After watching him drink, she awkwardly helped him fall asleep.

  Fu Zhiyan, who was forced to rest with his eyes closed, felt that someone covered him with a quilt and moved into the bed, "Come up."

   "Me?" Han Xiaoye would have such a good thing.

   Before he could answer, he got into the bed like a loach.

  Fu Zhiyan tucked her the quilt, unable to resist the effect of the medicine, closed his eyes drowsily, "Go to sleep."

  Han Xiaoye opened his eyes and felt the breathing of the man beside him calm down. She turned her head to the side stiffly, and she saw the infinitely enlarged delicate eyebrows. She stretched out her hand, just about to touch those beautiful eyelashes, and then remembered his tired eyes. His fingers gestured in the air, and then he quietly retracted his hand.

never mind.

  It will be long in Japan.

   The quilt was full of the cold smell of men, she secretly curled up in the direction of the man, and closed her eyes contentedly.

   The next morning.

  The birds outside the window chirped and sang, and the morning sun was shining with dew rolling down the veins of the leaves, ticking on the grass, splashing colorful rays of light.

   The girl who was sleeping on the bed turned over.

   Well, it's so warm... The person who is sleeping feels the heat source, and instinctively wraps it around, hugging the big 'heater' like a koala.

   She moved so erratically that Fu Zhiyan couldn't even think about it.

   His precious phoenix eyes slowly opened, looking at the person wrapped around him like a cat, helplessness and doting flashed across his eyes.

   It was past one o'clock in the morning when he came back last night. Drunk and allergic, I saw the little girl who sneaked into his room again. For some reason, he was not willing to drive people back.

  Fu Zhiyan's rough fingers rubbed against the sleeping face of the person in his arms, his thin lips hooked up.

   At this moment, the man who was clinging to him like an octopus slowly opened his eyes. There was still a trace of confusion in his eyes, "Huh...? Little uncle, good morning."

  Fu Zhiyan's voice was hoarse, "Morning."

  Han Xiaoye opened his mouth and yawned indifferently, only to realize how ambiguous her current posture was. She blinked, not only did not let go shyly, but tightened the hand that was hugging the man's sturdy waist. He rubbed his small flat chest against Fu Zhiyan's body. The corners of his mouth are curled up like a cat that stole the fish.

   "Little~Uncle~Uncle~"

   Her small hands restlessly drew circles on the man's sturdy chest, whistling. Before drawing a complete circle, the wrist has already been caught.

  Fu Zhiyan said in a hoarse, extraordinarily **** voice, "Speak well. Also, I'll throw you out if you mess around any more."

"…"Depend on! Who is it!

  Han Xiaoye pouted and rubbed him again on purpose. The cold and stern man made a gesture to throw her away, and she pleaded insincerely, "I won't move, I promise not to move."

   Fu Zhiyan sighed in relief when he saw that the dying girl was no longer messing around.

  Sometimes, he really wants to strangle her!

   So that she won't be swayed by her every time!

  Fu Zhiyan looked back at the girl who was clearly unhappy, pursed his thin thin lips, and lifted the quilt.

   When he brushed his teeth and washed up, he found someone still lying on the bed. He directly pulled the person up and gave an expressionless command, "Han Xiaoye, get up immediately and go back to your room. After washing up, go downstairs to have breakfast." After speaking, he ignored her and went out by himself.

"Devil!"

  Han Xiaoye seemed to get up from the bed and went back to the room with bare feet. When she went downstairs after washing, there was no one at the table.

   She pulled away the chair and asked Aunt Li who was helping her with the chopsticks casually, "Auntie, where's my uncle?"

   "Master just went out."

   She looked at the time, it was only half past eight, she couldn't help muttering, "So early?"

   Aunt Li heard it in her sharp ears, "Isn't it right? The young master is working too hard. Every time he goes to the office before nine o'clock, Madam should be angry again when she gets down."

  Fu Zhiyan was away, Han Xiaoye lost his appetite. After barely digging the porridge in the bowl, he pulled out the chair, "Aunt Li, thank you."

   "Miss Ono, will you stop eating?"

  Han Xiaoye waved his hand, "No, I have an appointment with my classmates and I will go out first. When grandma and Aunt Feng get up, you can help me. Please Aunt Li."

"OK."

  Han Xiaoye trotted upstairs to get his bag and called a taxi to go out.

   She had planned to go to the hospital to visit her grandpa today. Since she woke up early, she could go there early, so she could chat with her more by the way.

  The taxi stopped at the entrance of the hospital, and Han Xiaoye gave the money. Bought some nutritional supplements at a nearby store and went into the hospital with the items.

  Han Li lives in the general ward on the second floor. The corridor here is a bit old because it has been used all the year round.

  Han Xiaoye tightened the bag in his hand and made up his mind to take advantage of the summer vacation to make more money for grandpa to change to a better ward!

   She walked to the door of the ward, adjusted her expression, showed a big bright smile, and pushed open the door—

   "Grandpa, I'm here, do you miss me?" The smile stopped abruptly!

  The ward, which is rarely populated on weekdays, is now full of people.

   These people are stylishly dressed and covered in brand names, which are out of tune with the old and shabby wards.

   A gray-haired old man was surrounded in the very center, obviously very angry.

   "Xiaoye girl, come to Grandpa's place." Han Li saw his precious granddaughter at a glance, a smile on Leng Su's face, and his gray beard curled up.

  Han Baoer secretly clenched his fists. She subconsciously looked back at Yan Xu behind her, and sure enough, she saw Yan Xu's eager eyes. She was so shocked and angry that she was about to lose her temper. She could touch Han Xiaoye's gaze, for some reason, she remembered the horror of being dragged down the stairs that day.

  … Ruishi Emperor Fu Zhiyan.

   remembered that man's cold words and looked at her like a dead man. Han Baoer couldn't help shivering.

   She can offend Han Xiaoye, but she can't offend that man!