Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   She was furious outside, but inside there was only the sound of rushing water. Just when Han Xiaoye was holding his breath and wanted to kick the door in, the bathroom door suddenly opened, and a blank-faced man came out wearing a bathrobe. The bathrobe was black and velvet, probably because it was worn too casually, and the bathrobe was baggy, exposing a large part of the man's chest. Black and white form a strong visual contrast and are particularly conspicuous. In addition, his hair was slightly wet, with water droplets hanging on it, revealing a plump forehead, a **** mess!

   is exactly the walking hormone.

  Han Xiaoye was dumbfounded for a few seconds, then came back to his senses, put the phone in front of him in principle, and stood on tiptoe, "Little uncle, is this your answer?"

  Fu Zhiyan wiped his wet hair with a towel and lowered his eyes, "En."

   "Why do you use my mobile phone to reply to messages? How can you be like this? Do you know the right to privacy? Even if we are married, I have the right to privacy as a citizen, okay? You are violating my personal rights!"

  Fu Zhiyan rubbed his hair with a hand, taking advantage of his height to condescend, Dan Feng narrowed his eyes, "Turn right when you go out of the police station, and turn left when you go out of the courthouse."

  “…”

   "You too can violate my rights."

Han Xiaoye was originally choked to death by him, but when he heard him say this naturally, he pursed his lips and turned his head away, "Who is going to violate your rights, I'm not the kind of meek, small-bellied chicken who doubts this and that all the time. woman."

  Fu Zhiyan handed the phone on the table to her, "Really don't look at it?"

  “…”

  Fu Zhiyan's phone...

  Han Xiaoye wanted to watch it a little bit, what a great opportunity, if you don't watch it at this time, you don't know when you will be able to watch it in the future. Moreover, she didn't know whether the curtain girl who pestered him last time pestered him again, or whether there were other women around him who were ambiguous with him. But Han Xiaoye is not stupid, she thought about it, Fu Zhiyan dared to show her, there must be nothing in it.

   But there was another voice in her heart that kept beating her, let’s see, what if it’s an empty city plan. She showed it generously on purpose, so that she thought there was nothing in it, and she could stop her mouth. In fact, there was something in it, but because she was too embarrassed to see it and missed it.

  Fu Zhiyan looked at the sly big eyes in front of him, and knew that she must be thinking nonsense. The gloomy phoenix eyes flashed helplessly, but the hand holding the phone was not retracted, it was held in front of her all the time.

  Han Xiaoye finally couldn't resist the cat scratching in his heart. He was so curious that he grabbed his phone and said, "You told me to watch it, but I don't want to watch it."

  The mouth says so, but the body is very honest.

   She knew that Fu Zhiyan didn't like to play WeChat and other communication software, so she went straight to the topic and clicked on his text message.

   Sure enough, there are not many text messages in it, almost all of them are related to work. But one of the unmarked numbers caught Han Xiaoye's attention.

   She clicked on the text message from that number.

  The first item, "Mr. Fu, this is my number, do you know who I am?" followed by a cute expression.

   Article 2, "You really don't know who I am?"

   Article 3, "I thought I didn't say what you should know."

  Article 4, "Are you still deliberately alienating me because of what happened last time?"

  Article 5, "It seems that you still mind because of what happened last time."

   Last time, I was deliberately estranged, mind... Why is there a strong ambiguity in every line. It felt as if there was something between the two.

  Han Xiaoye has never been a person who can hold back things, especially Aunt Feng has said it many times. For people like Fu Zhiyan, don't hold back, or you will die, and he won't even know you hold back. She took it seriously, so she handed the phone to him generously and asked directly, "Little uncle, who is she? Male or female? What happened last time? Why did you say you were alienating her?"

  Fu Zhiyan frowned and glanced at it coldly, "I don't know."

   "How could you not know?"

  Fu Zhiyan said indifferently, "I don't know."

   "But the message she sent is obviously familiar to you."

   "No impression."

  Han Xiaoye felt strangely comfortable, "So you didn't reply?"

  Fu Zhiyan raised his eyes, looking very cool and noble, "Should I answer?"

  Chairman Mao said, what does revolution depend on, morale! What does morale depend on, encouragement! Marriage is a revolution for two people. For the comrades who have done the right thing, we should spare no effort to praise and encourage them, so as to inspire the comrades to have a stronger revolutionary determination.

   So she answered almost without hesitation, "No! Little uncle, please don't reply to this kind of news in the future. Maybe it's a scam group." Deceiving!

  Fu Zhiyan has low emotional intelligence, not mental retardation. He can somewhat guess who sent the text message, but seeing the scoundrel's serious and jealous look, the apex of his heart could not help but soften. He held her on the bed and asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it better down here?"

  Han Xiaoye didn't forget his previous hatred for grabbing the phone and shutting her out, and immediately rolled away from his arms, wrapped the quilt, and refused, "It's not good."

"Yep?"

   The little hooligan is close at hand, and just after taking a bath, the fragrance is overflowing, and any man will react. Fu Zhiyan grabbed her little hand, touched the gun in the direction of the gun, and leaned over to cover her little mouth. Unexpectedly, at this time, the person under him turned his head to avoid it, and at the same time his hand was clenched into a fist, completely uncooperative.

   "I'm not good, I don't want to do it, and I don't want to help you. If you really want to, you can solve it manually."

   His body froze. It was the first time he was rejected by a hooligan on the bed. He felt an indescribable sense of loss.

**** it!

  Fu Zhiyan restrained the subtle feeling in his heart, turned over and lay beside her, pulled her into his arms, turned off the light, "Go to sleep."

  …

the other side.

   Mo Xiaxia and Fu Xiao's bedroom were equally embarrassing. Unlike Fu Zhiyan, Fu Xiao was a soldier and he was serious about listening to people's speech. Therefore, Feng Yaqin listened more or less to what Feng Yaqin said tonight, and seriously reflected on it. The more he thought about it, the more he felt that he was sorry for Mo Xiaxia. But he didn't know how to express it, Jun Ting's face was as serious and cold as a sculpture, but he couldn't say a word.

   Mo Xiaxia didn't seem to see his entanglement. After taking a shower, she took out a hairdryer and prepared to dry her hair by herself.

   At this time, Fu Xiao finally found the entry point, got up and took the hair dryer and plugged it in before her, "I'll help you."

"OK."

   Mo Xiaxia has curly hair, which is soft to the touch. Fu Xiao dries her hair while he blows her fingers through her curly hair. The cold and hard irrelevance softened involuntarily. The atmosphere in the bedroom was just right, and suddenly, the phone he put aside vibrated. Mo Xiaxia picked up the phone and glanced at it, and handed it to him, "Your phone number."

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  PS: Guess who is calling~