Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye liked photography before, but he was forced to stop taking photography halfway because of family reasons. Rao is so, she still does the paparazzi related to taking pictures. Later, after going abroad, because she was a black householder, Mo Qi, the swindler, returned to China. She has a level 3 level of English, but she can write and can't speak, which is worse than the little girl who buys matches. Although both Han Junqing and Mo Qi sent her money, she didn't want to rely on others. So she found a part-time job, who happened to be running errands for a photographer. Later, it was also a coincidence. I met the world-famous Professor Sam. After seeing the photos she took between helping her, she asked her if she wanted to go to Cambridge. After that, she met Ye Chen who was also in Cambridge. In daily life, I basically listen to various courses in Cambridge, and go home to be practiced by the masters of oral pronunciation. When there are no classes, find some part-time jobs at school to earn living expenses.

   While chatting, Professor Sam suddenly asked her if she wanted to go to the Sichuan-Tibet line together.

   A dozen people listened at once, and looked at her in unison. Among them, the Mandarin Tong said excitedly, "That's right, let's go with Ono. We plan to go to Ali to take pictures of your favorite Galaxy. The Galaxy in early autumn has the highest visibility. If you're lucky, you might even be able to take pictures of the aurora."

   Galaxy, Aurora... all she yearns for the most.

  Han Xiaoye was a little hesitant. In front of Fu Zhiyan, she kept saying that she was going to the Sichuan-Tibet line, but she was only in a hurry. She knew that if she really ran to Tibet, Fu Zhiyan would definitely be angry.

   Ye Chen glanced at her tangled expression, took a sip of Jia Duo Bao, and said lightly, "This is the professor's last photo exhibition. If the 'proud student' doesn't participate, the professor should regret it?"

  Han Xiaoye glanced at Professor Sam, who was looking at her expectantly, saw the white hair on his head, took a breath, and moved his mouth mysteriously, "I'll go."

  …

   After leaving the hot pot restaurant, Han Xiaoye returned to the villa with a lot of things.

  Fu Zhiyan hasn't come back yet.

She dug out the suitcase, packed some clothes, and took out the camera that had been useless for a long time. After she was finished, she called Feng Yaqin and told her that she was going to go out for more than ten days, and asked her to help the kitten to comfort her. He hung up the phone vaguely. Like a thief, I took a taxi to the airport to meet everyone.

   Everyone is carrying a large backpack, and she is the only one dragging the suitcase.

   Seeing her coming, everyone said hello, all eyes fell on her suitcase, as if looking strange, and gave a thumbs up to Ye Chen in the middle.

   "Xueba, why are you here?"

   "My dissertation on the subject is about the Asian economy, and Tibet tourism is one of the major modules, so I'll take a look at it by the way."

   Ye Chen calmly gave her a lady's backpack, extremely contemptuous.

   "I knew you would bring suitcases? What? Do you want to teach the lions and tigers in the Ali area what is emergency syrup?"

Han Xiaoye hadn't regained his senses for a while. After being stunned for a while, he remembered what the advertisement for the rush syrup was - a leopard fiercely chasing a silly girl who ran into the forest wearing only underwear and a piece of white gauze. The girl shouted while running: Why are you chasing me? As a result, the leopard was even more desperate, opened his mouth and said: I want XX brand emergency syrup.

   He is mocking her!

  Han Xiaoye kicked him in the past, Ye Chen calmly walked away, and threw the backpack to her, "Hurry up and pack your things and board the plane."

Han Xiaoye opened the suitcase, packed the things, and sent the suitcase to the storage area. He couldn't help complaining, "Why does the professor have to book the plane ticket in such a hurry?" He told her two after eating the hot pot. She was going to leave in an hour, so fast that she didn't have much time to think about it.

   Ye Chen silently glanced at the little woman who was chattering and complaining, the corner of his mouth twitched, his clean and handsome face was between a man and a boy, and it was indescribably beautiful. It attracted many little sisters at the airport who thought he was a Korean star, and took out their mobile phones and kept shooting.

   He didn't seem to like this kind of chase very much, he put his hands in his trouser pockets, the smile on his face was fleeting, and turned into a deep contempt, "Why do you have so many reasons? You worked so hard, and ended up with a high school diploma."

   "Damn it! Why can't I have 100,000 people? Besides, what's wrong with a high school diploma? A high school diploma is not a diploma?" Ahem, although I came through the back door, I'm still a college student, okay? Do you despise people so much?

   Ye Chen ignored her frantic look and walked ahead. Han Xiaoye could not wait to kick him to death, but thinking that for three years abroad, although he abused her every day, he actually helped her a lot, and he swallowed the urge after vomiting blood. But he still dragged him along the way to popularize what it means to learn about scumbag human rights.

   After passing the security check, Ye Chen found that the little woman who had been noisy suddenly became quiet, stopped at the boarding gate, and kept looking back.

   He knew what Han Xiaoye was looking at, his hands in his pockets clenched into fists, and his face was still cool, "It's too late to regret it, I can help you tell the professor."

  Han Xiaoye took out her mobile phone and looked at it. There was not a single text message, not a single phone call. She pursed her mouth and raised her head, restraining her emotions, and grinning with wandering eyes, "Who said I was going to regret it? Let's go!"

   Anyway, Fu Zhiyan sees her unhappy and doesn't want to pay attention to her. He just took this opportunity to keep him quiet.

  She didn't look much better when she laughed than when she cried.

   Marven Ye stared at her a few times, then suddenly reached out and pulled her face, pulling her cheeks like a grimace, and then raised his eyes, "Sure enough, it still looks much more pleasing to the eye."

  Fuck! Han Xiaoye patted his hand away, stomped his foot on his instep, and immediately returned fire, "It's still so much fun."

   Ye Chen gasped when she stepped on her, Jun's face twitched, as if squeezed from between his teeth, "Han Xiaoye, are you still a woman?"

   "I'm not, are you?"

Ye Chen was blocked by her enough, and she grabbed the woman who was about to get on the plane. After a moment of silence, he said, "Did you tell President Fu that you are going to Tibet? Once you get on the plane, you have to turn off the phone within four hours. , you know?"

  Han Xiaoye was silent. Of course she knew. But Fu Zhiyan ignored her at all, what difference did she make if she turned it off or not?

   "I'm going first, hurry up if you want to make a call." Ye Chen took the lead in getting into the plane.

  Han Xiaoye wanted to say to his back that she wouldn't call, but she honestly betrayed her and took out her phone. Still zero calls, zero text messages. Fu Zhiyan didn't mean to look for her at all. She felt uncomfortable and wanted to shut down and get on the plane. But after thinking about it, if she bit her lower lip, she sent a message on WeChat.

After    was sent, she waited for a few more minutes, and when the stewardess urged her, she turned her phone to airplane mode and clenched her teeth.