Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   Wang Ma thought she was shy, so she comforted her, "Don't be afraid, miss, the old lady can be modest. Besides, the lady is so cute, the old lady will like her."

   "Wang Ma." Han Xiaoye wanted to cry without tears, "I said now that I want to get out of the car, will you let me go?"

  The answer is of course yes, Bentley drove all the way into a quaint alley. Both sides of the alley are full of camphor trees. It is the time when summer and autumn alternate. The leaves on the camphor trees are colorful and very beautiful. The wheels ran over leaves that had fallen on the road and drove into one of the yards.

  Wang Ma got out of the car first and helped her open the car door politely, "Miss, it's here."

  Han Xiaoye jumped down with his schoolbag on his back, not knowing where to put his hands and feet. She was so confused that if Wang Ma had not been following her, she would have wanted to run away.

  Fu Zhiyan's family...

  Han Xiaoye looked at the retro door and swallowed nervously.

   "Come on, miss."

   "Wang Ma, can I not go in?"

   "Miss, what are you joking about, the old lady and the others are still waiting for you."

  “…”

   She really doesn't want to go in, and she's not really Fu Zhiyan's niece. She has nothing to do with Fu Zhiyan at all. What kind of identity did she enter? She couldn't enter as the woman who once stripped off Fu Zhiyan, right?

  Han Xiaoye scolded the self-asserting man hundreds of times in his heart, but he still had to come.

   She followed Wang Ma and walked in. The Fu family's old house is decorated with a sense of age. The living room of about 200 square meters is equipped with a large coffee-colored sofa, and the exquisite chandeliers and the famous paintings on the walls complement each other.

   Just entered the door when a figure flew over and hugged her.

"Well…"

  Han Xiaoye was almost killed by strangulation.

   "Mom, let go quickly, Ono has been strangled by you." A brightly dressed lady walked over with a smile. The woman looked only in her early forties, and her skin was well maintained.

   Maybe noticed her gaze, the lady smiled softly, "Hello, Ono, you're scared."

   The person holding Han Xiaoye let go of her hand. She had silver hair and white hair, but she still looked very energetic. Smiling like a Maitreya Buddha, she held Han Xiaoye's hand and patted it gently, as if to comfort him.

   "Blame me, it's all my fault, I was so excited that I couldn't help but lose control. Good boy, are you scared?"

   "...No." She was actually frightened, but subconsciously didn't want to make the old man unhappy.

"Good boy, good boy." The old grandmother's eyes were a little wet, and she took her hand and looked at it carefully, "Like, really like it. It looks like Xuanji's child, if only the old man wasn't so stubborn back then. Xuanji He and Ono won't live outside for so many years, and when I think of Ono's loss of a mother at the age of fifteen, it makes me feel uncomfortable."

   How could she know her mother's name? Han Xiaoye was even more confused. She vaguely seemed to have caught something, but she flashed too fast, and she seemed to have caught nothing.

   "Mom, don't be sad, didn't Zhiyan find someone back?"

   The beautiful woman from before stepped forward worriedly and supported the old lady, comforting her softly.

   "Ono, help grandma to sit on the sofa."

  Han Xiaoye helped the old man to sit over, Wang Ma had already quietly retreated without knowing when, and she was the only one left to face the big family at a loss.

   Mrs. Fu held her hand tightly and refused to let go, as if to encourage her, "Come on, Ono, grandma will introduce you. This is your second uncle."

   "Second uncle is good."

   The serious middle-aged man nodded and handed her a gift box in a muffled voice.

  Han Xiaoye was startled.

   Mrs. Fu patted her on the forehead dotingly, "Just take the gift your second uncle gave you."

  Han Xiaoye had to take it. I became more and more uneasy.

   At this moment, she suddenly misses Fu Zhiyan incomparably. If...if Fu Zhiyan was by her side at this time, she wouldn't be so passive, right?

   But what is going on here?

  Why does Mrs. Fu know her mother's name, and why do these people seem to take her as Fu Zhiyan's niece?

  Han Xiaoye felt that he was about to be tortured crazy by a series of problems.

  Who can tell her what's going on...

   There were about a dozen people in the room, and after a while, Mrs. Fu had already led her around. At the same time, there was a pile of gifts in her arms, and the old lady was distressed and quickly asked the servant to help her put it away. Then he happily pulled her to the table.

   "Ono is hungry, come and sit with grandma."

"…Okay."

  There are a variety of dishes on the table, and the smell of food fills the air. For a meal, Han Xiaoye tasted like chewing wax. After finally finishing the meal, Mrs. Fu pulled her and talked for a while.

   Seeing that it was getting late, Madam Fu waved her hand and asked the servant to clean up the room, and wanted to keep Han Xiaoye here.

   She was so enthusiastic that Han Xiaoye couldn't say anything to refuse, so she had to bite the bullet and agree. Follow the happy old man to the second floor.

   "Ono, look, do you like it?"

  The whole room is pink, the pink princess bed, the pink lace curtains, the pink walls, even the clocks hanging on the walls are pink…

  Han Xiaoye once had such a room, but unfortunately later...

   Mrs. Fu became nervous when she saw that she didn't speak, "What? Don't you like it? I don't know what style you like, so..."

   "I like it very much." Han Xiaoye resisted the soreness of his nose and turned to hug the thin old man, "Thank you grandmother. I really like it."

The    likes made her more and more uneasy, as if she accidentally stole something belonging to someone else, the more she got, the more she was afraid of losing...

   Mrs. Fu's eyes turned red instantly, and she patted her back lightly, "As long as you like it, as long as you like it. You have class tomorrow, so grandma won't disturb you to rest. Good boy, go to bed early."

   Mrs. Fu released her, turned around to wipe her tears, and carefully closed the door for her...

   Card wipe.

  The door was closed.

  Han Xiaoye stared at the carefully decorated room for a while, then opened the schoolbag on the desk.

   She wanted to call Fu Zhiyan and ask what was going on.

  “ding ding…”

   As soon as I took out the phone, I found that the battery was only 2% left. The phone sent a reminder that it was about to automatically shut down.

   That's not right, she remembered that she was just fully charged when she went to school, and she didn't play with her mobile phone, why did she run out of electricity so quickly?

   Suddenly.

   The phone vibrated with a reminder.

   The whole phone was like a gust of wind and couldn't stop.

   She opened the reminder message, only to find that it was a WeChat message from Rarity—Ono, look at Weibo, you are popular!