Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye wanted to cry without tears, did she hit a ghost when she went out today? First, he ran into Han Baoer's neuropathy, and was recognized by Quan Ronglian. Now, he was actually caught by Fu Zhiyan!

   By the way, Fu Zhiyan is here, where is Rarity?

   She opened her mouth to ask.

   "I had someone send her back."

   "...Oh." Han Xiaoye breathed a sigh of relief. Suddenly, her mind turned. No, Rarity wasn't here, who cut the power off?

   Her gaze unconsciously fell on the man who was full of anger. Could it be... Fu Zhiyan?

   "It was me who cut the power off."

  Han Xiaoye suddenly lost his voice, "How do you know what I'm thinking, do you know how to read minds?"

  Fu Zhiyan gave her a deep look, his eyes were as deep as a well, so that no one could see what he was thinking at all. Suddenly, he took his long legs and walked over...

  The horrified Han Xiaoye stepped back a few words, "Mr. Fu, have something to say. Actually, I can explain it, really, I can... ah, don't slap in the face!"

   The expected pain did not come, Han Xiaoye's back was against the wall, and she opened her eyes cautiously. Only then did she discover that she was completely trapped between the man's arms. Their posture is even more ambiguous!

   The cold fragrance, which was completely different from Quan Ronglian's smoke, came out and enveloped her in it, as if Fu Zhiyan was hugging her now.

   Plop, plop…

   His heart jumped in disobedience.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't tell whether he was more afraid now, or whether she had more strange emotions that she couldn't explain.

   "Han Xiaoye." Fu Zhiyan's voice was as mellow as wine, and he was as indifferent and alienated as others.

"what?"

  Fu Zhiyan picked up the camera she was hiding and raised her eyes, extremely dangerous, "What is this?"

…camera!

  Han Xiaoye woke up instantly and reached out to grab it, "Give it back to me!"

  However, because of her limited height, Fu Zhiyan raised the camera, but she couldn't even jump up!

"what is inside?"

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes rolled into a storm.

   "Could it be, who has dedicated himself to art?"

Han Xiaoye's ear tip was slightly hot for the first time, she denied it with embarrassment, "No! I also have certain aesthetic requirements, okay? I swear, it's not what you think in it. President Fu, please return the camera to me. "

   "What's in there?"

  Fu Zhiyan did not return it to her, but was aggressive.

   "Yes..." She couldn't tell Fu Zhiyan that it was the paparazzi gossip she photographed! Han Xiaoye's mind was in a mess, she couldn't come up with a reason after holding it for a long time, so she could only say dryly, "It's not that kind of photo anyway, give it back to me."

"Is it?"

  Fu Zhiyan clasped her waist to stop her snatch. Han Xiaoye couldn't **** it, so he was hugged close. She only felt a bang, and fireworks exploded in her mind.

  Fu Zhiyan turned on the camera with a cold face. When he saw that all the pictures were of the same man, the furious fire in his eyes finally caught fire.

"boom-"

  The camera flew into the wall and was torn apart!

  Han Xiaoye came back to his senses instantly, his face changed greatly, "My camera..."

  The camera is the only thing she has now, and she is counting on the camera to earn enough money to buy a house and live with her grandpa. But this man, so easily, destroyed the only thing that belonged to her! By the way, it also destroyed her dream!

   "Fu Zhiyan, why did you break my camera? Why did you?!"

  Why do you step on her only hope so naturally?

  Why do you treat her like this!

  Han Baoer's slander and bite, Yan Xu's betrayal and abandonment, her uncle and aunt selling her face, her grandfather living in the hospital waiting for medical bills... The emotions that have been accumulating in her heart are like a flood, drowning her in an instant.

   She bit her lower lip, trying to calm down.

   But the warm water droplets still fall down like no money.

   She is not not hesitant, not uncomfortable, not vulnerable. She just knew that it was useless to cry. The world is not one that treats you tenderly when you cry.

   But she had already worked so hard, and she had gone through hardships to take a photo of Quan Ronglian. This man destroyed her efforts so easily.

   In an instant, all the unwillingness, all the hesitation and helplessness came up, and it was hard for her to control it.

  Han Xiaoye punched the man who was holding her with his fists, and his tears swelled, "You bastard! Fu Zhiyan, you are a **** bastard!"

asshole! rogue! Unpredictable Neuropathy!

   The bodyguards in black at the door looked at each other, wondering if they should step forward to stop them.

   The hot tears of the girl hit the back of his hand, and the fury in Fu Zhiyan's eyes gradually subsided. He looked at the wanton crying in his arms, folded his arms, and frowned slightly.

"asshole."

  Han Xiaoye repeated this sentence over and over again.

  Fu Zhiyan tightened his jaw, Jun's face was expressionless, but his right hand stiffly wiped away the girl's tears, and said in a hoarse voice, "Why are you crying?"

   Damn! He smashed her camera and asked her why she was crying! Han Xiaoye's tears fell even more urgently, and he wanted to scratch the man's face. Just as she was crying with a stuffy nose, she clutched at the man's sleeve as if venting her anger, and wiped all the snot and tears on the man's clothes.

  The bodyguards in black who witnessed the whole process took a deep breath - who didn't know that Fu Shaojie's addiction in Ruicheng was so serious that this girl wiped her snot on her clothes. This is killing!

  Fu Zhiyan was not as furious as the bodyguards had imagined. A hint of helpless compromise flashed in the depths of his well-like eagle eyes. He sighed invisibly, "Don't cry."

  Han Xiaoye cried even more, out of breath and hiccups.

  Fu Zhiyan's beautiful brows were knotted, and he threatened in a low voice, "If you cry again, we will discuss why you are here, who should be in school."

   Does this mean that if you don't cry, you don't care about what happened tonight? Han Xiaoye's head turned so fast, he stopped crying instantly.

   In fact, after the initial moment of loss of control, she was much better. The reason why she continued to cry was just a gamble. Unexpectedly, there are unexpected gains.

   "Hey~" I cried too hard before, and when I stopped, Han Xiaoye couldn't help crying.

   Feeling Fu Zhiyan's gaze, she a little embarrassed to stop.

  Fu Zhiyan let go of her, and the freed person immediately took a few steps back to distance them. As if changing the subject, he asked, "You... why are you here?"

   "Andy found out that someone had invaded the hotel system and checked it out." Fu Zhiyan put it lightly, and when he was about to reach out to pull the person who escaped from him, he saw a mess on his sleeve. The just-relaxed brows wrinkled again, and Han Xiaoye's little heart followed his displeased look and raised it to his throat.