Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

Fu Zhiyan didn't say anything. She thought she disliked her tall buildings, so she became unhappy. A salt water bag that bursts when you squeeze it! The size doesn't matter, it's the feel that matters."

Han Xiaoye blinked his big bright eyes, and said frankly, "Yes, I'm inviting you, otherwise why would you straighten your chest up? It's not a full waist exercise." She said, putting His waist straightened up again, and his little hands voluntarily unbuttoned the man's buttons.

   This **** rascal!

  Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes completely darkened, and with a big hand, he clasped her waist, which was less than a single grip. Han Xiaoye slammed into his chest with force, causing a slight pain in her chest, her face wrinkled, and she was about to bar her teeth. The little mouth was blocked, Fu Zhiyan pried open her lips and swept in her mouth, full of the man's strong peppermint cold fragrance.

   Han Xiaoye felt a heat in his chest before he regained his senses. She opened her eyes dazedly and saw her soft big hand covering her.

  The scorching temperature spread all the way from the palm of the hand to the heart, and the heartbeat couldn't help speeding up, thumping like it was about to rush out of the chest and fly to the beautiful hand. Han Xiaoye's cheeks were a little red, his eyes moved away immediately, and he didn't dare to look. The body couldn't help but heat up, just like a lit firewood, the whole person was about to burn.

   She had just come to auntie, and there was still some sore pain in her chest, and she was rubbed by someone. The sourness expanded several times, and at the same time, there was an indescribable numbness mixed in, which felt strange. She couldn't help whimpering, like a cat.

  Fu Zhiyan seemed to be taken aback by her reaction. The thin lips evoked a rare arc, and the deep and deep phoenix eyes looked down at her, which was full of emotions. "It's better than a salt water bag."

  Han Xiaoye had softened into a puddle of water, but after hearing his words in a daze, he suddenly woke up. I don't know where the strength came from, so I turned over violently, biting on his Adam's apple with gnashing teeth, a chill in my heart, "Have you ever touched a salt water bag?"

  Although he knew that it would be like a fantasy to keep a successful man alive for three years, but...but...he at least didn't say it.

   Feeling very uncomfortable, Han Xiaoye couldn't pretend that he didn't care. She angrily rode on the arrogant man and bit him several times. The little hand went straight to the subject, grasping the key point through the thin pants.

   "Who... have you touched? Mo Xingxing?"

   No, Mo Xingxing saw that it was the real thing, definitely not a salt water bag.

   Her heart was sour, her hands didn't stop, her mouth didn't stop, "Could it be the one who chased after the company and asked you to marry him last time?"

   Being played with like this in key places, the little woman who was playing was not at all careful, and half-heartedly touched him in the east and pinched in the west, as if he was deliberately torturing him.

  Fu Zhiyan forbeared a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, his big hand took control of the chaotic little hand, turned over, and pressed the rebels down again.

  I didn't expect that just as he leaned over to take her small mouth, the person under him stopped his head, bit his mouth, and began to push him.

   "I don't do it."

  "..." She was playing with fire, but when the fire started, she said she was going to leave. Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped suddenly, his voice was hoarse, and he was extremely sexy, "Xiaoye, don't make trouble."

   "I didn't make trouble, I won't do it, Fu Zhiyan, go away."

  Han Xiaoye pushed a few more times, but she didn't push it away. She felt uncomfortable in her heart, and her left hand, which was being pulled by the big hand, also began to struggle desperately.

   "I don't do it, I don't want to do it."

   She was holding a gun in her left hand, and such a move would kill her.

  Fu Zhiyan originally wanted to proceed step by step, but she was so erratic, his idea of ​​step by step was replaced by the word "severe punishment".

  Han Xiaoye didn't know that she had added fuel to the fire again. She was thinking about the words he just said, and her heart was so cold that she couldn't help but feel goosebumps in her chest.

  Fu Zhiyan slept with other women, and it was still a silicone saline bag! It felt as if the big mushroom that my family had raised with great difficulty was bitten by a dog and spit out. Although the mushrooms were still the original mushrooms, she couldn't help but think about the dog's saliva on the mushrooms.

   I meditated with myself for 10,000 years, and it was normal for them to be separated for three years. But the body is honestly unable to overcome that hurdle.

  Salt water bags!

   Although she shouted that she wanted to compare it with a salt water bag! But that's just shouting and playing!

   "I'm going to get up, I won't do it, little uncle, you can solve it yourself." Han Xiaoye felt uncomfortable and didn't even want to lend him his hand. Seeing that he didn't move, he was still holding her hand on the mushroom that had been licked by the dog, and she felt uncomfortable all over. Resisting the urge to squeeze the big mushroom into dried mushrooms, she reluctantly looked away and turned over to ask for it. Go and pull the quilt on the side, "Get out of the way, I'm going to get dressed."

  Fu Zhiyan's temples twitched, and he held her shoulders forcefully, with an imposing manner and a dark face, "What are you making a fool of?"

  Any man would not be in a good mood when he was called off at this time, and Fu Zhiyan was the same, especially when he saw the disgust in the eyes of the little hooligan.

   "I'm not fooling around, I'm just uncomfortable." Seeing his cold face, Han Xiaoye felt aggrieved.

  Fu Zhiyan just has a low emotional intelligence, not stupid, how can she not know what she is uncomfortable with. Punishedly pried open her small mouth and kissed the person below her panting before she said, "It was Qin Fang."

   "...Huh?" Kneading her big hand on top of her, Han Xiaoye let out a low voice from his throat and tried to open his eyes.

  Fu Zhiyan looked at her painfully small appearance, no matter how big the anger turned into love, and the little hand under his control didn't move around. In some ways, he felt comfortable, and men generally felt more comfortable physically and mentally. He stretched his eyebrows, left from his sweet mouth, and whispered in her ear, "The salt water bag is from Qin Fang."

   Qin Fang, salt water bag?

  Han Xiaoye first reflexively stuffed the saline bag into Qin Fang's chest, imagining the scene of Fu Zhiyan touching it. Spontaneous nausea came again, and as soon as my mind turned, I immediately reacted.

  Qin Fang is a doctor, so the saline bag that Fu Zhiyan was talking about means... the infusion bag in the hospital!

   So, he's not talking about other women!

  Fu Zhiyan had a panoramic view of all the changes in her expression, his eyes darkened, he picked her up, turned over, and slapped her on the ass. If you say it's a beating, it's just a touch when you're angry. At most, it's a little heavier than the touch. But the key is that Han Xiaoye is still wearing two thin pieces of cloth on his buttocks, so when he touches it, the leaves that are not as fragile as the virgin forest rattle.