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   Fu Zhiyan laughed angrily at her. He rarely laughed, but he looked so good when he smiled. Han Xiaoye almost couldn't open his eyes.

   Damn, don't think she'll give in if you use a handsome man!

She gritted her teeth secretly, looked directly into his sharp eyes, laughed heartlessly, and whistled, "Mr. Fu, are you still warning? If you don't warn me, I can go back to sleep. Don't worry, I won't be climbing again tonight. your bed."

   Her jaw hurt in an instant, Fu Zhiyan contained a storm, and asked coldly, "Then whose bed do you want to climb?" Quan Ronglian's?

   As soon as he thought of the two of them entering the hotel room together, he couldn't hold back his anger any longer, and he couldn't help clenching his hands.

   "It's none of your business! Let go!" Han Xiaoye grimaced in pain, unable to lift the man's restrained hand even with all his might.

   "Whose bed do you want to climb on?" Fu Zhiyan leaned down, his handsome face was close to her, and those eyes full of anger became more and more unfathomable.

Han Xiaoye couldn't help being a little scared, but more of grievance and anger, she grabbed Fu Zhiyan's face with a paw, "It's none of your business, it's none of your business! I don't understand human words! You live in your home. The seaside, the tube is so wide!"

  Fu Zhiyan had a very thin bloodstain on the left face of Fu Zhiyan, but instead of dodging, he approached her.

   "I'm your little uncle."

  Han Xiaoye was forced to lean back, but he was not convinced, "You fart!"

  The ghost's little uncle, she has never admitted it, so it doesn't count!

  Fu Zhiyan was so angry that he laughed instead, his phoenix eyes that were as bright as midnight lifted slightly, and it was so cold that it froze, "Han Xiaoye, don't challenge my limit."

"Am I wrong? If you are questioning me as a little uncle, there is no need. I have never regarded you as an uncle at all. Never! If you are questioning me as a man...then Who are you to me? Just because I like you? I also like Rui Rui, I like Qin Fang, I like the sports committee member in the next class, I like the idol Sinan Qing, I like..."

   "Shut up!" That's what she likes.

  Fu Zhiyan was completely furious!

   "If you tell me to shut up, I'll shut up. Oh, I don't. There are many people I like, and I like you doesn't mean anything at all."

   Obviously this is not the case, but if you say it, it is like water that is poured out, and you cannot take it back.

  Han Xiaoye stubbornly raised his head and looked at him unconvinced. As if to challenge his bottom line and see what he can do with her.

  Fu Zhiyan's temples throbbed suddenly, and he suddenly pursed his thin lips. Suddenly, he hugged the person on his knees and slapped the **** the butt!

   Han Xiaoye was completely blown up!

   "Fu Zhiyan, you **** bastard!"

   "Pop—" A loud slap responded to her, and the arrogant man held her struggling waist tightly.

The little **** was beaten again, Han Xiaoye was ashamed and angry, and he scolded, "You bullying bastard, you have the ability to let me go! Fu Zhiyan, let me go! You bastard! The bastard! The peat, let me go!"

  's **** was about to burst into bloom, and her scolding voice became hoarse. She simply stopped scolding, the dead pig was not afraid of being scalded by boiling water and slumped on his legs, stretched his neck and closed his eyes, "Fight, fight, if you have the ability, beat me to death, so as not to be beaten by you, being bullied by others."

  Fu Zhiyan raised his hand in midair for a while.

Han Xiaoye closed his eyes, and although he deliberately snarled his throat, there was still a deep grievance in his voice, "You bastard, you know how to bully me. I was blinded before, who will like you in the future. , who is the grandson!"

   When her mouth is small, she will say anything.

  Fu Zhiyan clenched his fists.

   finally put it down, the anger in his eyes all restrained, as if it disappeared in an instant. He put the person on the chair, got up and said without emotion, "From today, you are not allowed to go out without my consent."

   "If you don't want to go out..."

   "I will let the bodyguards guard the villa."

   After he finished speaking, he turned around and went upstairs. The back of his long body was drawn long by the light, and he felt a bit lonely and cold.

  Han Xiaoye looked away, angrily admonishing himself against Chinese and American men. Covering his butt, he also limped upstairs.

   When she returned to the room, she opened her trousers, and sure enough, she saw her peach-like **** red and swollen in the mirror. She touched it and took a deep breath in pain. With a sigh of relief in her heart, she couldn't help but greet Fu Zhiyan's eighteenth generation again.

   It is said that hitting people is not a face. She is 18 years old, and trees know the age of skin. Fu Zhiyan didn't give her any face at all, and spanked her like a disobedient child.

  Han Xiaoye was lying on the bed, the bed was soft, she felt a little uncomfortable and a little lost.

   In the end, Fu Zhiyan never regarded her as an adult, just because she was so angry just now that she didn't like it, and he didn't take it to heart.

Too.

   He thought she was a willful child.

   So no matter how she told him she liked it, he was indifferent. Obviously sometimes she can feel that he has reacted, but in the end he can always stop the car and throw her out. Then she told him solemnly that he was her little uncle.

   Go to his little uncle!

   If she really thinks he is his uncle, can she confess to him? Can you think about how to beat him every day?

  It's okay to be confused about the style, but today she is still spanking her...Han Xiaoye feels really aggrieved.

   After all, he knew what happened in the cash cabinet, so he should be concerned about asking her if she was afraid or something?

   In the end, all he cared about was whether she lied.

  Han Xiaoye bit his lower lip, feeling terrible in his heart.

   The people in the room next to her were equally uncomfortable. Fu Zhiyan leaned against the cabinet on the balcony and opened a bottle of Lafite. Poured a full glass, then raised his head and drank it.

  Alcohol went down his throat, scalding his stomach twitching protest that he hadn't eaten for a day. As if he could not feel the pain, he played with the wine glass with his slender fingers and dialed the number in the phone book.

   "Hey, Qin Fang, she's back."

   "You're back? How is your little niece?" Qin Fang, who was still scanning the end of the cash cabinet, thought about it for a while and hung up the phone before telling the little idiot Suri.

   "I beat her up." Fu Zhiyan refilled a glass of red wine.

   A man's roar came from the other end of the phone, "What?! You're getting windy, what is your domestic violence niece doing?"

   "She lied." Telling a lie that got him out of control.

Qin Fang was a little irritable, "Even so, you can't beat her. You've been a bachelor all your life. At this time, it's okay if you don't ask for help, but you still beat people. I really... I really convinced you. Your EQ is all added to your IQ, and there is no balance left."

   "Maybe." Fu Zhiyan raised his head and drank another glass of wine, rubbing his swollen temples, "I think it's time to try to redefine the relationship between me and her."

"What's the meaning?"

   "Qin Fang, I plan to put away my heart and just be her elder." Fu Zhiyan breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair.

   In this way, whether she likes it or not, he may not get out of control and hurt her again.

  Qin Fang really wanted to kneel for him, "Okay, I don't care, I'll let you go."