Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   It's the weekend.

  Han Xiaoye got up early in the morning, Fu Zhiyan woke up early, and there was no one on the bed.

   Usually, he gets up early and leaves early. The first time he was replaced by a hooligan was earlier than him. He was not used to it. It was empty around me, as if a piece of my heart was missing, empty. Fu Zhiyan sat up, rubbed his temples, and pushed out the strange emotions in his mind just now. Really, he seems to be paying special attention to the little hooligan's every move recently, so sentimental, he doesn't look like himself.

   The tense strings he had just woken up finally loosened up, he lifted the quilt and got up, went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face, and took a shower by the way. When cleaning and cleaning just woke up and found that the little hooligan was not around, he broke out in a cold sweat. It was half past nine in the morning when he wiped his hair and came out.

  Fu Zhiyan threw the towel on the sofa, his eyes fell on the neatly folded head of the bed, and placed it on the clothes on the bed. With a warm heart, he unbuttoned his pajamas and changed into clothes.

  Han Xiaoye prepared for him a formal suit suitable for today's occasion, a suit and leather shoes, and a white shirt, nothing wrong.

   The corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he changed his clothes and went downstairs.

Downstairs, Aunt Liu was cleaning the living room. When she heard the sound, she stopped the vacuum cleaner and said respectfully, "Mr. Fu, are you up? There is the breakfast that Miss Ono prepared for you on the table. Before she left, she told me to remind President Fu. You have breakfast. He also said that you don't have to rush, she is there. Please rest assured and eat breakfast slowly before you go."

  The little rascal even prepared breakfast for him?

  Fu Zhiyan pursed his thin lips, walked to the dining table, opened the tent and found that Han Xiaoye made a very rich meal. In addition to egg milk, she also prepared his usual favorite bacon vegetable rolls and cheese ham.

   "Miss Xiaoye has been up since 7:30 in the morning, Mr. Fu should eat some before leaving." Aunt Liu brought Fu Zhiyan's chopsticks and bowls from the kitchen.

  Fu Zhiyan pulled out the chair and sat down, staring with eagle eyes, "Did she do all this by herself?"

   "That's right, Miss Ono made all of this herself. She even poured the milk. Miss Ono won't let me interfere."

   Aunt Liu praised.

"But the lady is really smart. I saw that she searched for the recipe on her mobile phone, and she made it in a while. She also gave me a taste, and every dish tasted good. It's just like the one sold outside. The young lady's cooking skills are so good. If my wife knew it, I would be very happy. I told my wife at noon today to make her happy."

  Fu Zhiyan couldn't laugh, because he knew why the little rascal was so good at learning how to cook.

  Since Han Xiaoye was 16 years old, sister Xuanji passed away. She, a little girl who was not familiar with the world, was kicked out of the house and stayed at her cousin's house. Aunt Tang didn't welcome her, and she often ridiculed her, and she was a stubborn and stubborn person. In order to prove that he does not eat rice, he often helps with housework, cooking and cooking. But at the same time, he had to earn money to pay for his grandfather's medical expenses in the hospital, and he often had to run the paparazzi, so he didn't have much time to learn various dishes. People rely on coercion, and so does Han Xiaoye. It is estimated that the cooking learning ability that Aunt Liu praised was forced by her at that time.

  Because I know, it hurts.

   I feel distressed, naturally I can't praise this ability with a smile like Aunt Liu.

   He didn't speak, but Aunt Liu misunderstood, thinking that the two of them had another conflict. Just as he was about to test it out, he saw his own president pick up chopsticks and start eating. After taking a bite, she raised her head, looked into her eyes and said, "It tastes very good."

  Aunt Liu breathed a sigh of relief, and a smile crept up the corners of her brows, "Mr. Fu likes it. If you think it's delicious, Miss Ono will definitely be happy."

   "Okay, Mr. Fu eats slowly, I'll go and pack up. After packing up and going out to buy groceries, Madam is still waiting for me to make bone soup for her."

  Fu Zhiyan said kindly, "I didn't see my mother yesterday, how is she?"

"My wife is recovering very well. President Wei said that she can be discharged after observing for a while." Aunt Liu smiled, "Mr. Fu, don't worry, Dr. Qin called his wife yesterday and said that he asked for your help. You're not free to come here."

"Well, that's good. I'll take Xiaoye to see her later today." It wasn't because of Fu Kitten that he was not free. The day before yesterday, Fu Kitten tore up the bridal bouquet that Qin brought back from France. . He was busy all day in order to pay for the same bunch of flowers.

  Aunt Liu didn't know the inside story, nodded and said happily, "I'll tell my wife. Mr. Fu, I'm going to work first."

   "Go."

  …

  Fu Zhiyan finished breakfast and it was nearly ten o'clock.

   As soon as he put down his chopsticks, Qin Fang's phone called.

   "Hello? Stop, where are you?"

   The man who took a sip of milk for the first time stared at the half of the milk cup with a frown, and replied simply, "Home."

   "I'm going! Why are you still at home, are you still a good brother? Why don't you come to help on such a day?"

   Qin angered him in a hurry.

   "Come here, Nan Qing can't handle this alone. It's not that you don't know that he is a face blind patient, come and help me greet the guests."

"immediately."

   "Hurry up, I'll be waiting for you." Qin Fang was not at ease, and emphasized again, "Hurry up, the guests are coming soon."

  Fu Zhiyan sighed.

   The person on the other end should be very busy. With his approval, he hung up the phone immediately.

   His ears became quiet all of a sudden, and he wanted to put down the milk and leave with a headache. But thinking of what Aunt Liu said just now, I really couldn't put it down, so I had no choice but to finish the milk in the cup.

   He hasn't touched milk since he turned 13. I didn't expect that at this age, thanks to the little hooligan, I even drank milk.

  …

   Qin Fang and Su Rui got married at a hotel by the sea.

   The biggest feature of this hotel is that there is an oversized lawn by the sea. At this moment, the lawn is full of flowers and balloons, and many waiters in small dresses are busy shuttling in the middle.

  Qin Fang stood under the ring-shaped flower arch made of white and blue roses, and was instructing a few waiters to quickly straighten a wreath that had just been knocked a little bit crooked. Next to him, Si Nanqing was sitting in a wheelchair in a formal suit that he rarely wore, drinking quietly with a bottle of Wahaha AD calcium milk that was seriously incompatible with his temperament.

As soon as Qin Fang turned his head after instructing the waiter, he saw that his best man had been drinking again, and he grabbed it with a pain in the ass. Can you not drink this shit? You don't know about drinking this shit, and you think I'm not married, I'm doing a house wine!"