Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

"Yep?"

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed his temples, which had been jumping, and untied two more buttons in a blink of an eye.

   He usually wears meticulously to the top button, when has he been so unruly? But he was slumped, and he was more attractive than usual with a cold face. Han Xiaoye silently made up his mind that he would never let Fu Zhiyan get drunk outside in the future, or else other women would see his appearance and jump on him?

  Han Xiaoye put the water glass on the table, thought about it, and said, "I'll go make some hangover soup."

   Just took a step when someone grabbed his wrist. With a violent pull, her back was caught off guard against the sofa.

  The back of the sofa just reached the waist, she bent back subconsciously and stuttered, "Little, little uncle, you..."

   The next second, the mouth was blocked.

   The thick mint scent with the smell of alcohol swept between her lips and teeth. The condescending man opened his eyes when they kissed, and the beautiful Danfeng eyes were hazy.

  Han Xiaoye couldn't help feeling an inexplicable sense of shame when he saw him. She doesn't even know what's wrong with herself, she has done something bolder and more intimate than this, and she has done it magnanimously. At this moment, I don't know why, under his gaze, I can't help but feel ashamed. That feeling, like a rabbit in my chest, bouncing around in my chest.

   "Hmm!" Someone bit down on his lower lip.

  Han Xiaoye groaned in pain.

   At this moment, the kisser suddenly let go of her, the red blood dripping red lips raised a beautiful arc, when she was stunned, she lowered her head again, and the tip of her tongue licked her lips.

  Boom——

  Han Xiaoye's mind exploded with fireworks.

   There was a squishy soft touch on the lips, like... like fiddling on her heart! Her waist was pressed against the back of the sofa, as if it was about to be folded into two pieces, blood flooded into her brain, and her face flushed red all of a sudden.

   "Han Xiaoye." Dumb, especially nice.

   The key is that when he spoke, he bit the corner of her mouth. When did Fu Zhiyan take the initiative? Every time she rushes up and makes all kinds of provocations, he will give some reaction. Usually it is like the flower of Gao Ling, the three words of abstinence are almost written on his forehead!

   But if a man with an iceberg of abstinence takes the initiative, the temptation is definitely doubled.

  Han Xiaoye's heart was pounding, and he wanted to open his mouth to respond, but he held her lower lip, and if he spoke, his lips would definitely move, wouldn't it be like stirring in his thin lips? It's more **** than that, it's too slutty! She felt that she was quite bold, but it was really intimidating for her to do such a thing.

   The lower lip was bitten again, this time with a bit of punishment. Fu Zhiyan forcefully pried open her tightly closed lips and swept every inch of her mouth. When she was breathing slightly, she raised her head, and the misty Danfeng eyes captured her soul-stirringly, like thousands of stars in the world couldn't get into his eyes, only she was inside, always inside.

   "Han Xiaoye."

   "..." Han Xiaoye wasn't sure whether he was simply calling her name or wanted her to answer.

   A cool big hand covered her eyes, and kissed her across the back of the hand. The extravagant voice was hoarse, "Speak, I want to hear your voice."

  Plop!

   Her heart was about to burst, her mind was in a mess, she didn't know what to say. After thinking about it, I sighed, "Little uncle, don't you want to wash the silver gun with blood? I have searched through Baidu, and it said that it is not good for your health when you come to Auntie. Otherwise, I will help you. Bar?"

   As soon as the words came out, she could not wait to give herself a slap.

  Nima's, obviously a good atmosphere, but as soon as she answered for Mao, she became so... wretched? It's so rude and down-to-earth!

   The mist in the man's eyes dissipated a little, he frowned, and pursed his thin lips, almost pulling them into a straight line.

   "Actually, if you have to do something like that, I..." The person who hesitated for a few seconds spoke again, and she hadn't finished her words yet.

   The man who was rubbing his temples frowned even tighter, and he was about to tie a knot. He hurriedly said, "I'm going to take a shower, you go to sleep first."

"little……"

  Click, the bathroom door closed.

   "Damn! How can there be such a thing?" Han Xiaoye muttered, and went downstairs to make the sober soup.

  …

  The icy cold water poured down his head, and his out of control reason slowly woke up. Fu Zhiyan wiped the ice water on his face, recalling what he had just done, and annoyance flashed across his eyes.

   At that time, alcohol was on his brain, and he didn't know what was wrong. He suddenly wanted to confirm whether the little hooligan was really around, and was eager to prove it.

   As a result, she misunderstood that he was going to have sex.

   He has never been so gaffe, especially in front of Han Xiaoye. There was an indescribable irritability in his heart, and he unscrewed the cold water a little bigger. The cold water poured down, but it couldn't suppress the heat in the body.

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped suddenly, the alcohol that had melted into his blood evaporated, and small red bumps began to appear on the back of his hand. He pressed down on his temples, and the slight tingling made him a little more conscious. He just took a clean handkerchief from the side, wiped the water droplets on his face, and took out the bathrobe.

   When the bathroom door was reopened, there was no one in the bedroom.

  Where did the little rascal go?

   He paused in his footsteps, and his brows, which were finally relieved, tended to wrinkle again. But the pimple on his hand started to get worse, Fu Zhiyan took out a medicine bottle from the drawer of the desk. After pouring out two pills, he swallowed the water glass on the table.

  The tablet melts when it meets water, and the throat is all slightly bitter.

Suddenly, the sound of footsteps came over, Han Xiaoye rushed in with a bowl like his **** was on fire, and put the bowl on the table, she hurriedly blew the tips of her fingers that were about to ignite, grinned and laughed. Eight teeth came out, "Dangdangdang, hangover soup~ I'm amazing, right? I also put brown sugar in it to make sure it tastes sweet."

   She had a 'please praise me, praise me' expression on her face.

  Fu Zhiyan's heart suddenly softened. The body that was suffering from drunkenness seemed to be more comfortable. He touched the hot bowl with his fingertips and lowered his eyes, "Did you just run to do this?"

  Han Xiaoye was unhappy, "What is this called, don't look at it, it's just a bowl, it's not easy to make."

   She paused, looking unhappy, "Anyway, I've done it, no matter if it's good or not, you have to drink it. And..."

   She stood on tiptoes, bit his mouth, and rolled her eyes, "This is a reward."

   How self-conscious she is, if he doesn't reward her, she goes to ask for it herself. These days, only self-conscious children can eat candy.