Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  "..." What the hell!

  Han Xiaoye quit, she stood there motionless as if she hadn't heard.

   An eyesore! He actually said she was an eyesore! I ate my mouth at noon, and hooked my finger just now. Now he said she was an eyesore. When he told him not to do it last night, why didn't he say she was an eyesore!

   The more he thought about it, the more depressed he felt. Han Xiaoye was not someone who would swallow his anger, so he immediately fought back, "Professor Fu, I'm injured and I'm not suitable for blowing wind."

   She was injured when she was injured. The key is that the word injury was so sweet, and she even grinned and showed eight teeth at him. Bai Huang was sure that he would compromise.

   "I really want to stand at the door of the classroom, but I'm afraid that the wound will be infected by the wind, and I don't know how long it will take to heal."

  The people in the classroom looked at her in unison, but they didn't really see where the laughing ruffian girl was injured, she was clearly jumping around.

  Some jealous girls cursed in a low voice, "Bitch."

   As soon as he finished cursing, he was swept away by Fu Zhiyan's eyes, and his whole body froze with fright.

"injured?"

  Han Xiaoye blinked, "Yeah, I was accidentally hit by a cucumber yesterday, and I got an internal injury."

   This little rascal!

  Fu Zhiyan clenched the book tightly, his phoenix eyes suddenly darkened. He took a breath, suppressed the evil fire in his body, and said indifferently, "Sit down."

   It’s not that you don’t have to stand outside the classroom, it’s that you don’t even have to stand.

  Han Xiaoye knew that he would compromise and sat down with a smile. Regardless of the eyes that were looking into killing people around him, he opened the book and looked like 'study hard and make progress every day'.

  …

   After class, Han Xiaoye slipped into the parking lot to play with his phone while waiting for him.

   Sure enough, Fu Zhiyan came down soon.

   Open the door.

  Han Xiaoye consciously opened the co-pilot's door and sat in, without stopping the phone in his hand.

  Fu Zhiyan was rarely so ignored by her, and was usually entangled by little hooligans. She suddenly quieted down, but he felt a sense of emptiness.

"what are you doing?"

  Han Xiaoye waited for a long time before he could drive, and suddenly heard him ask, without raising his head, "Return to the news."

"Yep?"

   "Marven Ye made me a set of equipment, and I was asking him how much it cost." Han Xiaoye typed cracklingly, while depressed, "But he has to ask for money, which makes me so embarrassed."

   When Fu Zhiyan heard Ye Chen, the air in the car dropped several degrees, "What equipment?"

Han Xiaoye hadn't noticed something was wrong, so he answered him happily, "Game equipment, I've been playing that Fairy Sword 3 recently, it's very fun. It's just that my equipment is too bad, and he happens to be playing, so I asked him to change it for me. Equipment. I didn't expect him to get such top-quality equipment. It's really amazing. Little uncle, you are all human, so why are you so amazing for the Mao family? He is also great at reading and playing games. You don't know, we serve District, he has become a legend. He has become a great **** in the shortest time, and that operation is simply awesome."

  Fu Zhiyan saw her saliva splashing all over the place, her face was full of admiration, and she felt even more uncomfortable. He frowned and snatched her phone, sullen his face and said to her, "Are you sure about the final exam? I don't care about other subjects, but I won't give you water for finance."

   "Why?" Han Xiaoye was not happy anymore, everyone was a bedfighting goblin, and he didn't even take care of him.

   "No reason." Fu Zhiyan said coldly.

  Han Xiaoye was unhappy, and reached out to grab the phone in his hand, with a small face, "If you don't let it go, I will pass the test. The big deal will be to ask Xueba to make up for it temporarily."

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped, and he raised his hand higher, "Let him make it up?"

   "Otherwise, don't you want to make up for it?" The little woman with a displeased face asked angrily.

  Fu Zhiyan just wanted to say yes.

She went on to say, "Take it down, I won't put a hot face on your cold ass. I want to ask you for tutoring, and you must have all kinds of excuses. It's better for me to be busy with work, or have a meeting, rather than being rejected by you in a fancy way. From the beginning, I looked for a scholar. Anyway, everyone has an old relationship, and he knows my level better."

   The little woman in front of her seemed to have a relationship with a school tyrant, and Fu Zhiyan's handsome face was dripping with water. But the phone in his hand vibrated at this moment. When he saw the caller ID, he was suffocated, and he took the call out of nowhere. When the person on the other side asked him why he suddenly didn't reply, he said coldly, "I'm Fu Zhiyan."

  The part of the phone line fell silent immediately.

  Han Xiaoye saw Ye Chen's call, but he didn't expect him to answer. He was so domineering and rushed to the gun, "Little uncle, what are you doing?"

   "Hey, Ye Chen, Xueba..." She was halfway through howling, Fu Zhiyan had already hung up the phone, put her phone on his side, and twisted the key with a dark face.

  Han Xiaoye was really a little angry, her hands were too short to reach her phone, and Fu Zhiyan grabbed her phone inexplicably and got angry inexplicably, which made her feel particularly shameless in front of Ye Chen. She lowered her head and bit his wrist fiercely, fiercely, "Fu Zhiyan, return my phone to me."

   "What did you call me?"

  The little hooligan likes to call him by his first name when he is not happy. Usually, there is nothing wrong with him. At this moment, he is very angry. He is even more angry when he hears that she is no big or small.

  Han Xiaoye was taken aback by his inexplicable anger, then he slapped his neck and pushed up, "I'll call you your name. Don't you usually call me Han Xiaoye Han Xiaoye?"

  Fu Zhiyan was really going to be so mad at her, he held her shoulders, pressed her back to the seat, stepped on his feet, and Bentley rushed out.

   Neither of them spoke a word along the way.

  Fu Zhiyan was restraining his temper, but Han Xiaoye thought he was inexplicable and didn't want to ignore him.

   Soon, the car stopped outside Xiaoyanglou. Han Xiaoye got out of the car first, and went inside without waiting for the people in the cab.

   Her move made Fu Zhiyan startled. Immediately, he clenched the steering wheel tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands burst out.

  The little hooligans have never been so noisy before.

   This kind of feeling is like being punched in the chest by someone muffled, obviously anger is burning, but I always feel very depressed in my heart.

   He sat in the car, calmed down his emotions fiercely, and got out of the car with the confiscated mobile phone.

  …

  Han Xiaoye actually lost his temper just like that.

   rushed in and she regretted it.

   Ke rushed all over, and it would be shameless to go back again. She forgot the regret again and went in.

   There were a few pairs of shoes in the villa, and there were constant conversations inside, making it clear that it was a visitor.

  Is there a guest at home?

  Han Xiaoye took off his shoes in surprise and stepped in his slippers.