Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   is Fu Zhiyan!

   Who is the woman next to him? Han Xiaoye can't wait to enlarge the picture on his mobile phone a hundred times, so that it can be seen clearly. The picture is very blurry, and it was taken at night. It looks like a candid shot. The woman couldn't see her face, so she couldn't tell who it was. Han Xiaoye looked at it carefully several times, but she couldn't see anything except that the bag she was carrying was very stylish. She was a little depressed and saved the picture, and planned to watch it on the computer when she was discharged from the hospital. When she just finished saving the photo, the phone that had been unresponsive finally vibrated.

   She clicked on the message, it was from Fu Zhiyan, "En."

  It's simple and clear.

  Han Xiaoye had a mouthful of blood stuck in his throat, depressed to death. He also got angry, didn't answer him, threw the phone to the bedside, and threw it back on the bed.

   Looking at the ceiling of the roof, she was in a daze.

   Half a month after she went to Tibet, why did Fu Zhiyan not even give her a call? Who is that woman in the photo?

   The more she thought about it, the more upset she became. She pulled up the quilt and put it over her face to prevent herself from thinking wildly.

   Her brain was still a mess, and suddenly, something hit her face through the quilt. Han Xiaoye thought it was Qin Fang, and immediately lifted the quilt and glared, "Damn! You have something wrong!"

  ah just after the word fell, she was a little embarrassed when she met the peach blossom eyes of a man she hadn't seen for a long time, and moved her mouth shyly, "Why are you here?"

"I'm here to see if you're dead." Quan Ronglian raised her rosy lips and looked at her casually, "I heard that you were taken to the hospital, I thought you were beaten into a pig's head... "

   He paused, and sneered at the corners of his mouth, "It turned out that someone was beaten into a toad."

   The hair of the little loach was cut in a mess, doesn't it look like a little hedgehog? Quan Ronglian felt a little more cheerful, raised her peach blossom eyes, bent her knees and bowed her head down, doing her own way, "Which doctor did the surgery for you? The haircut is good, so let him consider developing a side business. This hairstyle has made Paris fashionable. Weekly is art."

  "!!" Han Xiaoye was very uncomfortable seeing him at first, and when he met her last time at the police station, he pretended not to know her, and now she suddenly came to the hospital, she was at a loss. As a result, darn, he actually spoke of her one by one pig head, one by one toad, and Nima's tone of schadenfreude. Han Xiaoye was immediately unhappy, reached out and pushed him, rolled his eyes, "Toads can always eat swans."

   Quan Ronglian's heart froze, and she always felt that the little woman was mocking him for not being able to eat toads. He straightened up, put his hands in his pockets, rebellious, "Master remembers that the toad just wants to eat the swan, and only the swan knows what the swan thinks."

  Han Xiaoye, "..."

   "On the left hand side, your gift." He raised his chin and motioned Han Xiaoye to take a look. Han Xiaoye didn't want to pay attention to him at first, but he still picked up the box that she just lifted the quilt to the side. The box is only palm-sized, square, and velvet. This type of box is generally only used for jewelry. Although she was mentally prepared, opening the box still shocked her, "This is..."

The star-shaped diamonds in the    are dazzling, and the deep blue color reflects the deep light in the sun, as if picking off the stars in the sky.

  No woman can resist the temptation of jewelry, Han Xiaoye is also a woman. She likes to take out the diamond and hold it in the air. The sun shines through the diamond, and the stars seem to glow, so beautiful!

  Han Xiaoye liked it so much that he couldn't put it down and admired it over and over again, and asked without looking up, "Quan Ronglian, how did you do it? Can't diamonds be cut into the shape of stars?"

  The hardness of diamonds is too strong and it is extremely difficult to cut. Second, the star shape is too wasteful of diamonds. A 30-carat giant diamond, cut into a star shape, may only be less than 15 carats in the finished product. No businessman would do such a loss-making business. Thirdly, the cutting skills of diamonds are very limited now. Han Junqing studied in South Africa for three years, but he could only cut crystals into the shape of stars, but could not cut diamonds.

  This diamond is a colored diamond that is extremely difficult to find in diamonds, pink diamonds, and blue diamonds are precious. Such a large star diamond must have at least 20 carats at first. It is invaluable in itself, and the price that does not need to be cut will be tens of millions. Now that the cutting is successful, the price is inestimable.

Quan Ronglian raised her eyebrows recklessly and said arrogantly, "If you want to do something, you can't do it. If you can't cut it into the shape of a star, you can catch a genius and cut diamonds for him every day to play with it. Cut out the finished product."

  Han Xiaoye didn't take his remarks about arresting the strong man seriously, and gave him a sideways glance, thinking he was joking. Then reluctantly put the stars and diamonds back in the box, and re-covered the box. It was like cutting flesh and pushing it back in front of him, the flesh was extremely painful, "Hey, I'll give it back to you."

   Quan Ronglian frowned, displeased, "Master said this is a gift for you."

  Han Xiaoye is such a weird elf. He didn't twist him, but followed the words with a smile, "Yes, I'll give him to you as a thank you when you come to the hospital to see me."

Quan Ronglian squinted her eyes, grabbed her wrist, resisted her anger, and said, "I haven't seen you for a few months, but you are generous. Come to the hospital to see you, and you will send hundreds of millions of diamonds. As a thank you. Very good. If you continue to see you tomorrow, remember to give him another thank you."

   She just has a hundred ways to throw his heart on the ground and crush it into powder!

   But he still has to be cheap, throwing the heart that was finally stitched up in front of her every time and letting her crush it casually.

   Quan Ronglian stared at the face that she hadn't seen for a few months, but she was thinking about it. She closed her eyes forbearance and opened them again. The peach blossom eyes were thousands of feet deep, and the mist was heavy, "Han Xiaoye."

  Han Xiaoye's wrist was crimson when he grabbed him, and he used his right hand to pull his fingers. He was not angry, "Speak up if you have something to say, and let go of your fart."

​​​Quan Ronglian sneered, leaned over, and suddenly pulled her into her arms. He wrapped her waist with one hand and hugged her tightly, as if to melt into the bone marrow.

   His move was too abrupt.

  Han Xiaoye didn't have time to react at all. When he came back to his senses, he was already in the arms of rosemary. Because of her posture, her face was just close to the man's collarbone, and she could just hear the strong pounding of his heart.

  Han Xiaoye was a little stunned, he moved with difficulty, and the hand around her waist tightened, "Don't move, let me hug."

As soon as    hugged her, the suffocating angina receded like a tide, as if he had encountered a nemesis.