Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Why are you taking off your pants?" The person on the bed turned over in a conditioned reflex and shrank back, but as soon as his **** hit the hard bed board, he immediately felt a sharp pain. Han Xiaoye almost couldn't hold back the scream and bounced, but fortunately she responded quickly and suppressed the scream in her throat. She stepped back embarrassedly, "I'm so embarrassed, I'll be shy. In fact, it didn't fall that badly, really."

  The cold-faced man was unmoved and stretched out his hand, "Come here."

  Han Xiaoye didn't move, "I..."

   "Come here." His stern brows were already wrinkled, obviously impatient.

  Han Xiaoye reluctantly moved to his side, pouted and complained, "Come here, are you walking the dog?"

   "Pants." Fu Zhiyan was too lazy to talk to her.

  Han Xiaoye rolled his eyes, blinked innocently, and changed his face, "Little uncle, this is not good. We are still in the sacred and inviolable military area, taking off our pants or something is out of style."

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   "Furthermore, we agreed that we are 'pure' uncle and niece outside. How can a little niece take off her pants to show my uncle. It's too obscene."

   She is too embarrassed to say that others are wretched. The corners of Fu Zhiyan's mouth twitched, too lazy to talk nonsense with her, so he took advantage of it. He took the man directly into his arms, slapped him horizontally on his thigh, stretched out his hand and pulled it, revealing a small white buttocks.

  "Hush--" As soon as the beaten up **** came into contact with the cold air, it was like being pricked by a needle. Han Xiaoye couldn't hold back and took a deep breath.

   She struggled like a tortoise whose shell was turned over, trying to block the man's sight, "Little uncle, let me go."

"do not move."

   Violent! Forbearance!

   The storm in the eyes of the man's ruthless Danfeng was about to be unstoppable, and all that surged were the urge to kill.

**** it!

  Fu Zhiyan clenched his fists, and the blue veins on the back of his hands bulged, showing how uncontrollable his anger was. His eyes stared at the red and bruised buttocks of the man in his arms for a moment, although the skin was not broken, but just looking at it, he knew how painful it was at the time.

   He suddenly narrowed his phoenix eyes!

   There is bloodthirsty rage inside!

  Han Xiaoye felt that the hot and angry eyes had been falling on her shameful wound. She twisted her waist a little embarrassedly, but the man's big hand was clasped on her waist, and she twisted with the same force as an ant.

   "Fu Zhiyan, don't look at it, I'm going to be shy."

   Only Han Xiaoye can say so without being shy.

  Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes darkened, "Who fought?"

  Han Xiaoye heard that his tone was wrong, and he didn't even think about it, "No one beat me, I said I accidentally fell. Who dares to beat me, I'll beat him to death."

   "Han Xiaoye, who beat him?" Fu Zhiyan turned a deaf ear to her words, raised her delicate little face, and forced her to look into his eyes.

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"Who?"

The short-haired girl finally stopped laughing. She slapped her mouth, closed her eyes, and said dully, "I don't want to say it, I will suffer, and I won't grow two or two when I say it. Anyway, I'm thick-skinned, so don't beat me if you don't. Have you ever beat me? After beating, I turned around and became a good guy again."

   She didn't want to say it was Fu Xiao, what if Fu Zhiyan was protecting her and Fu Xiao? Or, what if Fu Zhiyan didn't protect her and didn't fight with Fu Xiao?

  The former is painful, the latter is distressed.

   It hurts to the left and right anyway, so I might as well not talk about it.

   Even if you suffer, you won't grow two pieces of meat if you complain.

   She guessed who Fu Zhiyan was without even mentioning Fu Zhiyan. There was only one person who could make the little hooligan get beaten and not get scratched back—Fu Xiao!

   His already cold face became even colder, as if the air had frozen, and it dropped to zero.

  Han Xiaoye felt his displeasure, and felt uncomfortable in her heart. She raised her head without thinking, and kissed the man's thin lips that were pursed by hidden anger.

  The thick mint cold fragrance strikes instantly.

   She licked the man's beautiful lower lip, opened her mouth erotically and took a bite. It is better to say that it is biting, it is better to say that it is like a mischievous cat's fangs and claws, but it is more exciting. With sly eyes, she rubbed her thin lips with her teeth, seriously trying to pry open the man's teeth. At the same time, the little hand began to smack around shamelessly and set fire everywhere.

  Fu Zhiyan grunted, holding her hand that was doing something wrong, her phoenix eyes were dark, and her voice was hoarse, "Don't make trouble."

   "Little uncle, don't get angry, okay?" She spoke as soon as she spoke, biting his lips as she spoke, soft and cowardly, and her tender heart was melted. Han Xiaoye didn't know how much she was playing. He just wanted to make Fu Zhiyan stop being angry. He blinked his eyes and moved closer like a puppy, rubbing and rubbing, "Don't be angry, if you're not happy, I wouldn't be happy either."

   "I'm not mad at you."

   The bright and noble phoenix eyes are all blushing brightly, but it also gives people a feeling of restraint to the extreme of abstinence.

   He was not angry with her, he was only angry with himself from beginning to end.

   "But you're not happy." Han Xiaoye muttered, but his eyes watched his forbearance **** appearance for a moment. After rubbing his eyebrows and eyes twice, he shamelessly kissed the man's Adam's apple.

  Fu Zhiyan could bear it at first, but the fragrance of the **** his body lingered in the whole room. Gradually, forbearance turned into torture. But someone still doesn't know how to restrain, kissing and biting at the same time, so happy.

   Mud Bodhisattva has a three-point temper, not to mention he is a normal man.

   The instinctual blood in his lower abdomen surged, and he frowned.

"Fu Zhiyan, I miss you." It's not Han Xiaoye's style that he doesn't hurry up when he finally sees someone he likes. "It's like three autumns after one day's absence. We have been separated by seven springs and autumns. I've thought about it a lot. I want to say something to you, but I want to say three words to you right now."

"Yep?"

"I love you."

  Han Xiaoye's eyes brightened and he was serious.

   "Fu Zhiyan, I love you."

   The last time she said love was in City C, but on the phone. Hearing love coming out of her red and beautiful mouth this time face to face, Fu Zhiyan's eyes were like a whirlpool, hiding all his emotions at the very bottom.

   "I said I love you." Damn it, give me some reaction.

  Han Xiaoye is not happy anymore, how could anyone be so saddened by her, she confessed like this, but the other party didn't respond at all.

   She was indignant, bit the man's Adam's apple with her teeth, and rubbed it on purpose, "I love you, I love you, I love you..."

   Pretend not to hear you? She wanted to keep talking until he heard it.

   "Fu Zhiyan, I love you I love you."

  “…”

   "Little uncle, I love you I love you."

  “…”

   Still no response! Han Xiaoye touched down with her little hand, deliberately pouted and blew a breath in the man's ear, "Husband, I..." As soon as she said a word, her chattering little mouth was blocked. A whirlwind—