Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

Chapter 123: Han Xiaoye has a nosebleed

   "Fu Zhiyan, are you angry?" Han Xiaoye cautiously.

"What do you think?"

   "I think you're angry." No matter how slow she was in her reaction, she also noticed that this man's masculinity was unclear. What's more, she was never slow to respond to Fu Zhiyan's emotions. Han Xiaoye's big dark eyes rolled, and he decided to admit his mistake, "Let me go first, I can explain it."

   As soon as the man let go, she immediately flushed and pulled up her pants. Then she knelt down on the bed with a pitiful look, "I was wrong."

  Fu Zhiyan's face turned even darker, as if it was squeezed out from between his teeth, "Is this the explanation you gave me?"

   It seems that he can't be fooled... Han Xiaoye immediately lowered his eyes and stared at the sheets honestly, "I know I lied a lot, but there is one thing, I didn't lie to you."

  The arrogant man waited for her to write, and he did not rest day and night. A tired blue shadow could be seen under the charming phoenix eyes, and a few drops of blood were splattered on the original meticulous shirt. Cleanliness like him, wearing this embarrassing clothes to guard her all night.

  Han Xiaoye raised his head and said seriously, "Fu Zhiyan, I love you."

   The tightening in the man's beautiful phoenix eyes, the ice in his eyes was shattered in an instant!

   "Fu Zhiyan, I've told a lot of lies, but I like that you never lied. Hmm..."

   The person sitting on the chair leaned over and took her small mouth, as if to devour her, and kissed her fiercely and hot. The tip of the tongue swept across her teeth, prying open her lips...

   "I...I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"To shut up."

  The man's big hand clasped the back of her head, pressing her to sink with him!

   "Han Xiaoye, remember what you said, don't forget it!"

"Well!"

  …

  The storm comes fast and passes faster.

  Han Xiaoye is still in a daze and never regained his senses.

  Fu Zhiyan just didn't pursue it?

   She thought she had told such a big lie, he would have to peel off her skin if he didn't beat her to death.

   "Mr. Fu, what you want." A bodyguard in black came in with two bags.

  Fu Zhiyan has recovered his paralyzed face, looking cold and handsome, "Put it down and go out."

"Yes."

  After the bodyguards went out, he did not forget to help them close the door.

   The inner room of the infirmary is only 20 square meters, with three beds neatly placed, and there is no TV set, let alone a place to change clothes.

  Fu Zhiyan took out his clean shirt and trousers from the bag, and started to unbutton his shirt.

   His slender and fair fingers pinched on the wooden buttons, very tempting. He unbuttoned half of the buttons, and his white and powerful chest was looming in the white shirt. Suddenly, he stopped, his long and narrow phoenix eyes swept the little hooligan who looked at him without blinking on the hospital bed, his thin lips pursed, "Han Xiaoye, turn around."

   "I don't want it! I think my man doesn't break the law!" Such a good benefit made her turn around and dream!

  Fu Zhiyan's temples jumped, and she turned her head mercilessly to one side.

   "Hey, don't bring this! You've seen me before, and I'll see you too!"

   Does she still know what shyness is? Fu Zhiyan was at a loss for words, "Shut your mouth, or we will continue the topic just now."

   The noisy girl finally shut up.

   He quickly unbuttoned his fingers and took off his blood-stained clothes in disgust. Then he pulled out the belt, took off his pants, and took a new pair out of the bag.

   He didn't notice that the person who had turned his back on his back secretly turned his head and kept peeking. That scorching gaze, if it could bring fire, would almost burn him to nothing.

  Han Xiaoye has always known that Fu Zhiyan has a good figure and belongs to the kind of man who looks thin in clothes and has flesh in his clothes. But I didn't expect his figure to be so good, with wide shoulders, narrow waist, long legs, and a high-spirited body wrapped in black bullet pants, clearly the figure of a male model on the runway!

   Her nose was suddenly itchy, she held her nose like a thief and swallowed.

   Gollum…

   The voice was a bit loud, and she turned around quickly, for fear of being discovered.

  Fu Zhiyan changed quickly, less than five minutes, it was already changed. Putting on clean clothes, his brows stretched a lot, and even the corners of his mouth softened.

   There was a faint smell of blood in the air, and Fu Zhiyan pulled the person sitting with his back to him.

   "You..." His brows, which finally stretched a little, immediately wrinkled.

   This little pervert has a nosebleed! Is she still a woman?

  Fu Zhiyan stroked his forehead with a headache when he thought that the bold and shameless little girl would be his future wife.

  Han Xiaoye covered his nose, laughing more ugly than crying, "Hehe, the weather is dry...hehe..."

  Fu Zhiyan's mouth twitched, but he didn't expose her nonsense. She tore a few pieces of paper from the head of the bed and roughly wiped her nose. Then he pressed a few pieces of paper on her little nose, "Press it yourself."

"Oh."

  Han Xiaoye glanced left and right, but he didn't dare to look at him.

  So shameful~ Really shameful~

  Fu Zhiyan wrapped his arms around her, and a princess hugged her in a hoarse voice, "Han Xiaoye, put your arms around my neck."

   The pleasant mint fragrance mixed with the cold fragrance of saponin hit, and Han Xiaoye's face suddenly turned red. She hurriedly hugged the man's slender neck like a swan. The blood-stained tissue on his hand fell on the man's chest. After rolling, it fell silently to the ground.

   The snow-white and clean white shirt instantly opened a little red flower!

   "Fuck!"

"What's up?"

   Fu Zhiyan didn't realize it yet, so he lowered his head.

  Han Xiaoye immediately put his head on his chest to cover the stain, "Little uncle, I'm a little cold, let's go quickly."

   Hurry up, hurry up... don't find out...

  …

   in the car.

   Because Han Xiaoye insisted that he would not get off his arms, Fu Zhiyan had no choice but to call the driver to drive.

  The scenery outside the window was galloping, and he wanted to ignore the person who was leaning on him like a boneless cat, but the eyes from the front driver who peeked over from time to time made it difficult for him to pretend he didn't see it.

   Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.

   "Han Xiaoye, do you have no bones?"

The person    rubbed against his chest shamelessly, showing eight big white teeth, "I have you."

   This confession is too bold and too explicit.

   The driver in the front row couldn't help but blushed.

  Fu Zhiyan was silent, not knowing what to do with her. After choking for a while, he narrowed his eyes and leaned on the sofa to sleep.

   It takes five hours to return to Rui City from C City, and more than two hours later.

   He felt the head of the man on him tilted, and the small head slid into his abdomen.

  Fu Zhiyan opened his eyes and looked at the person who seemed to be extraordinarily well-behaved when he was asleep, and the cold and hard outline softened. He gathered her messy short hair, and the next second, he saw the blood stains on his chest——

   The man's stern brows were drawn into a ball. Three hard words were squeezed out of the teeth, "Han-Xiao-Ye!"

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