Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "Han Xiaoye."

   Pickled radish... The word "good" came out of her small mouth, and it was immediately dyed. Fu Zhiyan's brows were really furrowed, and he suddenly had the urge to pry open her head to take a look. See if she has a dye house in it, how can she be more savage than men?

   But the change in his expression, in the eyes of the little woman with messy hair, was a severe reaction to pain. Her tears fell even more urgently, she couldn't even wipe it dry, and her mouth was no longer intimidated, and she started to touch her phone in a hurry. She was wearing the pajamas that she had changed back to the room, and when she came to Fu Zhiyan's place, she was so nervous that she didn't even take the phone beside her pillow. After touching the phone for a long time, Han Xiaoye made a decisive decision, pushed the handsome man to the side of the bed, pressed him on the bed, and covered him with a quilt.

   "I'll call Dr. Qin right away, please bear with me."

   After saying that, a gust of wind seemed to run out, but the fast Fu Zhiyan didn't have time to stop him.

   A few minutes later, the sweaty little woman ran back again, holding the medicine box downstairs in addition to her mobile phone. With sweat all over his forehead, he asked anxiously, "Little uncle, which is the painkiller? Doctor Qin said that there are spare painkillers at home, and let me give you one before he comes. But I can't recognize which is the painkiller. Pain reliever..."

**** it!

  Why didn't you pay attention to the chemistry class?

   If you listen, you won't be able to understand what is in the mess on the box.

  Han Xiaoye was extremely annoyed, especially when he touched his pale lips, his heart was even more uncomfortable.

  How could Fu Zhiyan get sick?

  In her memory, this man was omnipotent and invincible, and she never thought that he would get sick. She always felt that she couldn't imagine it, just like she couldn't imagine Fu Zhiyan's shit.

   He is all high above, so powerful that she can't start.

   Lying like this suddenly with a pale face, Han Xiaoye was extremely flustered.

   "Little uncle?"

  The new round of sharp pain passed, Fu Zhiyan's face turned pale again, his thin lips were a little white, he frowned and opened his eyes, "The third one from the left."

   Originally he wanted to say he had eaten.

But the red-eyed man hurried to the water dispenser to pick up a glass of water, and carefully poured out two pills for him and handed it over, "I just tested the water temperature, you can drink it directly, it won't get hot. "

  Fu Zhiyan's eagle's eyes moved, he sat up and reached for the medicine and water cup, then raised his head and drank it.

   After he finished drinking the medicine, Han Xiaoye took out the hot water bottle from nowhere, wrapped it in a handkerchief, lifted the quilt and placed it on his abdomen.

   "When I had a stomachache before, Rarity helped me with this. Although it didn't go away right away, it would be much better."

   Aunt pain and stomach pain should be the same, right?

   It’s all stomach pains anyway, maybe it’s the same thing, right?

  Han Xiaoye wasn't sure if it was the same. After she put the quilt back on Fu Zhiyan, she poured another cup of hot water. She didn't know what to think, she found some brown sugar from the kitchen and stirred it in the hot water. When she did all this, Qin Fang finally came.

   "What about stopping?"

   "My uncle is upstairs."

Qin Fang hurried upstairs, pushed open the door and saw that although his face was pale on the hospital bed, he was clearly a man who was a hundred and eight thousand miles away from 'about to die'. "My little niece called after one o'clock in the morning, just want me to watch this?" His pants were all taken off!

   "Qin Fang." The voice was not loud, but there was an inexplicable deterrent.

   The person named suddenly closed his mouth, took out the stethoscope from the medicine box, and reluctantly asked, "What's wrong?"

"Stomach."

"You deserve an upset stomach. I've heard andy say it. It's just that you've been tossing yourself like that these days, and it's not surprising that your stomach doesn't strike. I'm just asking me to be a little more proactive and tell my little niece everything clearly. For example, my little niece does What's wrong, don't be like the dean of the school, punishing people hard. I didn't say that you should die to apologize, by the way, are you and your little niece reconciled?"

  Fu Zhiyan glanced at him, Qin Fang raised his hand, his face hurt, "It's okay, don't tell me."

   "Did you eat something irritating?" Qin Fang put down the stethoscope and asked inadvertently.

"hot pot."

   "Fire..." Qin Fang lowered his tone automatically, completely speechless. After taking out a few medicine bottles from the medicine box and handing them to him. He explained the precautions before he had a good stomach. Without Fu Zhiyan rushing, he took the medicine box and left.

   As soon as he reached the stairs, he bumped into Han Xiaoye who came up with brown sugar water. He raised his eyebrows and looked at the conspicuous red sugar water, and couldn't help but ask, "Is this for Zhiyan?"

   "Can't my uncle drink it?" Han Xiaoye felt a little uncomfortable and clenched his cup. "I thought that my stomach was uncomfortable, and drinking brown sugar water would relieve it."

  What is Qin Fang, a doctor! He is still a doctor who understands women's bodies better than women. When he saw the brown sugar water, he thought of the hot water bottle he had accidentally seen on his stomach when he was helping Fu Zhiyan to see a doctor, and he immediately smiled brightly like a chrysanthemum. Yes, "If he can drink, it's better to give him two more glasses, it's more effective than taking medicine."

   The method of treating the aunt's stomach pain is so suitable for the man with low emotional intelligence! It's a pity that Zhiyan wasn't injured and bleed, otherwise, it would have been more fun to see the picture of the little niece using aunt paper to stop the bleeding of the facial paralysis!

   In a happy mood, he repeatedly told Han Xiaoye to remember to give Fu Zhiyan two more glasses of brown sugar water, and then he left unwillingly as if he wanted to stay and have a look.

   When he was far away, Han Xiaoye pushed open the door with a cup in his hand.

  The room was very quiet.

   The man lying on the big bed closed his eyes as if he was asleep. The bedside lantern covers his sculpted facial features, and it looks like a painting.

  Han Xiaoye put down the cup lightly, stood by the bed and watched for a while, just about to go out quietly. His wrist was suddenly grabbed, and he was pressed on the bed.

   "Little uncle?!"

   She moved, only to find that she was trapped between the man's arms.

   They were too close together, and the man's strong mint smell was pervasive, as if he was going to engulf her. Han Xiaoye couldn't help but miss two beats.

   "Uncle, what are you doing?"

  Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes were dark and condescending, supporting her above her, his lips were still a little white, but much better than before. The corners of his thin mouth tightened, he took her eyes, was silent for a moment, and asked suddenly.

   "Do you know why I picked you up to answer questions when I was in class in the afternoon?"

  Han Xiaoye stiffened, looked away, and lowered his voice awkwardly, "To humiliate me?"

   "I'm showing favor."

   - I'm showing favor.

   - Showing affection.

--court!

  Han Xiaoye felt that he was hallucinating, opened his mouth slightly, and repeated in disbelief, "Show me your hello?"