Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Han Xiaoye regretted it as soon as she shouted, she almost forgot that they had just quarreled. He beat her and beat her without telling her, and left her in the car alone and left by himself.

  Han Xiaoye's heart was sour, and he bit his mouth stubbornly.

   Didn't he leave? Don't want her, leave her alone? Why are you looking for her again?

   But deep in her heart, there was a trace of unspeakable happiness that made it difficult for her to ignore it.

   He clearly didn't say anything, and the psychological construction he had promised himself before began to collapse so easily. If it was a war between the two armies, she would not only lose her panties, but she would lose her panties, and she still had the rhythm of sending **** to the door. So cruel!

  Fu Zhiyan's obsidian pupils printed a series of changes in the expression of the short-haired girl from shock to stubbornness, and from stubbornness to entanglement. He didn't speak. He opened his long straight legs and walked straight to her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her out.

   "Little..." She paused, "Where are you taking me?"

  “…”

  Fu Zhiyan seemed to be the same, pulling her out and walking quickly. The big hand holding her wrist was like a pair of iron pliers, clasping her firmly, so strong that she was not allowed to struggle at all.

   He walked too fast, and Han Xiaoye staggered after him. Fu Zhiyan directly pulled her out the door, then pursed her thin lips and said in a hoarse voice, unable to hear joy or anger, "Stay outside."

"……"What's the meaning?

   The next second, Han Xiaoye knew what Fu Zhiyan meant, because he snapped the door of the villa shut. This is not the point, the point is, she is still outside!

  Han Xiaoye was so angry that he was about to open the door. I heard a screeching sound from inside.

  ——He actually locked her out like this!

   "Fu Zhiyan, open the door! Open the door, can you hear me!"

   "Open the door!" Han Xiaoye knocked on the door a few times, but the door didn't move, she tried to twist the doorknob again, but the doorknob was locked from the inside, how could she be able to open it?

  …

  In the villa.

   The man who closed the door returned to the living room with a blank expression, his cold eyes swept across the two rice bowls side by side on the table, his eyes flashed fiercely.

Quan Ronglian stared at peach blossom eyes, and stood up with beautiful white lips, and sneered, "This is the first time I've seen President Fu look so angry. Hey, if you let those outsiders know that their mouths are high and unpredictable. When Master Fu of Ruishi is so emotional, he has to break his glasses?"

  Fu Zhiyan squinted his eyes, and almost at the same time, he punched him!

   No one has ever known that the arrogant and elegant Ruishi Fu Shaofu Zhiyan fights, which is completely different from his calm and elegant.

   is cruel, just like killing people!

   "Huh." Quan Ronglian received a few punches, the corners of her unruly mouth sank, and she raised her fist to fight back.

   The two of you punched me and punched me, as if they were fighting for their lives, and their fists were aimed at the most vulnerable place of the person. If it is to be kept in peacetime, Quan Ronglian may not be at a disadvantage so quickly. After all, Fu Zhiyan is ruthless, and he is not weak. However, he had just eaten a gun, and even if it only hurt his shoulder, it still had some impact. The moment he turned sideways, he was directly kicked in the stomach by the arrogant man with a roundabout kick. At the same time, Fu Zhiyan pulled his collar and pushed him against the wall, "Quan Er, do you know why you lost?"

   The diamond earrings on Quan Ronglian's earlobe were shining brightly, he narrowed his eyes, "Oh? Why?"

   He also wanted to know why Han Xiaoye had to fall in love with this man, not him. He believes that in terms of status, power, and ability, he will not lose to Fu Zhiyan. He could even give more than Fu Zhiyan.

  If the little loach chooses him, he can at least tell everyone who she is in an open and honest manner. He'll give her everything a woman can dream of, anything she wants. If she likes it, he will get it for her. What she didn't like, he would make that thing go away. Even so, he scooped a gun and forced her, why did she still say she didn't like it?

   He kept wondering, where did he lose.

As if he could see through what he was thinking, Fu Zhiyan suddenly raised the corners of his mouth, saying every word, every word, "Because you are too arrogant, you are arrogant without any scruples. It is precisely because you have no scruples, so You just like it. When can you ask yourself and tell me that you love enough, and then talk to me about your liking. Now, you don't deserve it!"

  Like is presumptuous, but love is restraint.

  The reason why he Quan Ronglian is unscrupulous is because he does not love. Because you don't love, you can only see yourself and only worry about your own feelings. Such a love is like fire, bright enough, bright enough, and dazzling enough. But at the same time, it is also hurtful enough. If you are not careful, you will burn the person you love beyond recognition. So, he doesn't deserve it!

   "..." Quan Ronglian's unruly smile suddenly cooled down. He wanted to refute, but when he met those quiet eyes, he couldn't refute it.

**** it!

   Don't you love it? If this is not love, what is love? Why does Fu Zhiyan keep saying that he is love?

   "Quan Er, don't provoke me again and again. I've run out of patience with you. Next time, it won't be so simple."

   "Oh, can you still kill me?" mocking and provocative.

  Fu Zhiyan put his expressionless hand on the man's wound, and the bandage, which was already bleeding, was immediately stained with blood. The unruly man's pale face suddenly paled, and he groaned in pain.

   It was such a cruel action, yet he was able to do it so lightly!

   "I'm not joking, you should be clear. What Saipan said that night, I'll say it again, she is mine." Fu Zhiyan gave him a last look, full of danger.

   He let go of his hand, took two steps back, and returned to his usual arrogant and estranged noble son appearance. After taking out the handkerchief and wiping his hands, he turned and left.

   When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. Turning his head, he glanced at the man whose expression was unclear, and said lightly, "Also, please call her Mrs. Fu in the future."

   The person who casually wiped the blood on the corner of his mouth raised his head and looked over!

   Mrs. Fu?

What's the meaning?

   Could it be that they really went abroad to get married? ! How can it be? Han Xiaoye's household registration is still in China, so it is impossible to complete the formalities so quickly. But if that person is Fu Zhiyan...

   Quan Ronglian's heart sank suddenly, and the feeling that she had when she was in the King's box of Emgrand came up again. Anger, unwillingness and despairing suffocation!

   If Fu Zhiyan's words just now were equivalent to giving him a knife, then Mrs. Fu's sentence now definitely has made another knife in his wound.

   That's **** good enough!