Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Bastard! You bastard! Facial paralysis!" Han Xiaoye hurriedly kicked the stones on the ground all the way, and walked to the playground. She clenched her fists hard and stopped.

  Why did she leave?

   Even a teacher can't ignore someone after a late 'student' calls to report?

  Besides, she's gone, isn't it just as he intended? She didn't want to leave, she just wanted to sway in front of him! ignore her, right? She will keep shouting to report to see who abuses whom!

  Han Xiaoye figured it out, turned around and went back.

   As soon as he walked to the teaching building, he ran into a man with a stern face. Before Han Xiaoye could find his breath, he heard his low and hoarse voice.

   "Come to my office."

   After saying that, he even stretched his long legs, ignoring her and walking ahead.

  "..." The originally suffocated breath became even more aggrieved, Han Xiaoye gritted his teeth and followed...

  Although he is only a visiting professor at University A, Fu Zhiyan still has his own separate office, and the decoration is luxurious, which is much better than that of serious professors.

  Han Xiaoye followed him all the way and saw with his own eyes how popular he was.

   His face was obviously cold, and he exuded an air of alienation, but the girls along the way were all blushing and heartbeat when they saw him, and even took out their mobile phones and quietly took pictures.

asshole!

   Originally, Han Xiaoye held his breath afterward, but now he is still full of vinegar.

   The journey of less than 300 meters, she felt that it was very long, and finally reached the office. He pushed open the door and went in first. Han Xiaoye was very ambitious and followed.

"Close the door."

  "..." Shut up!

   I screamed in my heart, but my body closed the door with a **** honest obedience.

   The expressionless man put down the book and leaned against the desk. A pair of eagle eyes captured her, coldly, "Tell me, why are you late?"

   There was a little bit of expectation that he would care if she was unhappy when she just ran out, but unexpectedly, the first thing he called her to the office was to ask her why she was late.

  Han Xiaoye felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.

   This discomfort is different from being left hanging in front of the classroom, it is a dull pain. It's like hearing him say he doesn't love her at first.

  It was terrible.

   Even her nose became sore, and she was desperately pressed down by her. She raised her head, holding back the discomfort and grievances in her heart, looking into his eyes angrily and asking, "Why don't you let me in?"

   "..." Fu Zhiyan's thin lips pursed into a line, his eyes darkened.

   Just when Han Xiaoye thought he would answer, he frowned and Danfeng narrowed his eyes, "I'm asking you."

  Click.

   The heart was hit by someone, and it was torn apart.

   She was aggrieved to the extreme, but instead grinned, and whistled, "No reason, on purpose."

   Anyway, he thought she did it on purpose, so she could just follow him.

   But there was a voice in her heart that desperately refuted her, no, not at all. Han Xiaoye just turned a deaf ear, pursed his lips, raised his chin, and continued, "How boring class is, sitting for two hours at a time. I don't like class, so I ran away."

  Fu Zhiyan clenched his fists and tightened his jaw forbearance, "Why don't you answer the phone?"

   "That, because it's inconvenient to pick up."

There are many reasons why    is inconvenient, but when a man asks a woman, there is only one reason that anyone can think of.

  Fu Zhiyan's Danfeng eyes were extremely cold, and his thin lips were almost savagely white.

  Han Xiaoye forced himself to pretend he didn't see it, and kept his eyes closed, "Has Professor Fu finished asking? I'll go out after asking."

   She was afraid that she would not go out again, so she had no guts to serve softly.

   But she really didn't want to give in this time.

  Yes, she shouldn't fight, but she doesn't want to either. Originally, when those people inexplicably stopped her from pushing her, she didn't want to do it. She's not a superhero who wears underwear and has no brain problems. Who likes fighting? ? But they scolded her with dirty mouths, and even scolded him and the kitten, and she couldn't help throwing her fists.

   She wanted to take his class so much, and she looked forward to it for several days. Could it be that he didn't know at all?

   She liked what he liked to the death, and the one he liked even when he said he didn't love her anymore, ran out for three years, and slapped him shamelessly. How could she not want to take his class? She obviously wanted to take his class more than anyone else. In the end, he was lying on the same bed with her last night, put on his pants, and became Professor Fu with a stern face, ignoring her in front of so many people.

   She knew that he must be angry, but he could be angry, but he couldn't be like this.

   "What happened to the water on your pants?" Fu Zhiyan's eyes sank, "Did you fight someone?"

  Han Xiaoye was about to suffocate. He didn't want to talk to him any more. He immediately followed his example and said, "It's none of your business." He was about to leave.

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes sank completely, his big hand suddenly clasped her wrist, holding back his anger, "Han Xiaoye!"

The person who was scolded by him suddenly turned his head and his eyes were red, "Don't you know me? Isn't it Professor Fu? What's your business? Can't do it? The men's toilet is full of water, what's wrong?"

   "Will the teacher play boo with the students? Will he go to bed?" She lowered her voice and pushed him against the desk with a backhand push. He stood on tiptoe and kissed his thin lips fiercely. No matter how she tried to pry, he just didn't open his mouth. Han Xiaoye was angry, angry and uncomfortable, so he bit his thin lips.

  Don't open your mouth, right?

   She just wanted to let him open his mouth!

   Doesn't he want to be a teacher? She is going to tell him with the facts, what is their relationship!

   One hand was grabbed, Han Xiaoye used the other hand, his mouth was covered with his thin lips, and the other hand directly touched his grab handle...

   When her fingertips touched the cold zipper, she shook it, summoned up her courage, and was about to open it.

   Right at this moment, the man who had been frowning and letting her do whatever was wrong stretched out his hand and clasped her messy little hand, Danfeng's eyes were stern, "Don't make trouble." This is the school, and he couldn't guarantee that he would be able to hold back if she continued to make trouble.

   He clearly opened his mouth, but Han Xiaoye didn't want to kiss him anymore. Her lips were a little white, and she seemed to be holding her breath, breaking her wrist. Her left wrist stinged so badly, and the place where she was injured in the fight was on fire, as if it was about to break. She didn't show any pain, she pushed him away without a word, turned around and left...

   When she walked out of the office, the frowning man looked down at his hand, and a storm rolled up in his eyes.