Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  It's a pity that Han Xiaoye didn't see it at all, so she was thinking about her own purpose.

   "Little uncle, you can continue to give me gifts in the future."

"is it okay?"

   "Kiss the male ticket."

   "Kiss your husband."

   "Kiss teacher."

   "Kiss the child and his father~"

   She shouted more squeamishly, the point was that she didn't even need to shout, and her little **** was still twisting, as if something was poking her down.

   "Little uncle, send me flowers tomorrow."

  Han Xiaoye was embarrassed to death.

  God knows how embarrassed she is now!

   She felt that something hard was poking her under her ass, she was an adult, of course she knew what that thing was. It's just because I know it that I'm embarrassed to death. But the person sitting on his lap is himself. If the goal is not achieved, he can't escape, right?

   Surrendering without a fight is not something a communist successor like her would do!

   But Han Xiaoye was really uncomfortable being poked. It was even more uncomfortable to sit on it without moving. She could only dodge it a little by twisting around.

"do not move!"

  Fu Zhiyan was almost crushed to death by her!

   Thin lips are slashed into a line!

   Forbearance restrained his emotional tide, and the blue veins on the back of his hand burst out, and that kind of terrifying emotional tide could not be controlled. The flame was as if he didn't want money, and it burned all the way from the lower abdomen to the chest. He took a **** breath and had no choice. He took the little woman's little hand and touched the zipper of his pants.

   "Hiss—" Han Xiaoye hurriedly retracted his hand as if he had been scalded by the fire, and while shrinking, he reminded in a low voice, "Little uncle, I listened to you and didn't move."

   She didn't move, but he wanted it.

  Fu Zhiyan couldn't figure out why he couldn't resist this little woman anymore. Obviously she just sat on him like this, and he couldn't help wanting to hug her.

   His eagle eyes sank, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said in a hoarse voice, "I know."

   "You know you still... still..." Han Xiaoye paid back for a long time, not knowing what to say, "Still holding my hand."

   also put her hand in that place!

  Han Xiaoye felt that his hands were sweating involuntarily, as if he was grabbing a piece of red-hot coals. Even through the fabric of her trousers, she had a bad feeling about her whole being. It's not that she suddenly became reserved, it's mainly that she was afraid that the situation just now would happen again, because the person just said before he left that he would come over later. If you come over and see where her hands are placed, maybe tomorrow the company will spread her legend.

   Of course she didn't care if it was left in the past, just spread the word, she doesn't work anyway. But now it's different. She finally started to get along with the people around her with her own efforts in the office, and powerful factions like Sister Fan also began to admit and accept her. In case of such rosy news, don't think about it, she immediately changed from a rookie with a background but working **** her own back to a little secret who has a background and relies on her figure.

   She still wants to be a powerful faction, not a little secret faction.

As long as everyone admits her strength, it will be justifiable for her to stay by Fu Zhiyan's side in the future, and no one will say anything behind her back. She has squeezed out whoever has this opportunity to accompany the president on a business trip. Pity whoever has the ability It was so good that I was pushed out by this kind of person.

   Such words have a very bad effect on Fu Zhiyan's image.

  Han Xiaoye has already started to think wildly, but Fu Zhiyan's phoenix eyes are getting darker and deeper.

  Especially when she noticed her absent-mindedness, flames almost burst out from the depths of her eyes.

   "Tear."

   The zipper of the pants was pulled open, making a crisp sound. Han Xiaoye snapped back to his senses and struggled fiercely, "Little uncle, what, calm down."

   It's okay that her hand doesn't struggle, she struggles as if she was touching it on purpose.

  The arrogant man not only did not let go of his hand, but instead grabbed her hand, forcibly pulled her and touched it there, with a hoarse voice, "Han Xiaoye."

   "Huh?" The short-haired little woman has no masters.

   "...touch it."

   hoarse and sexy, like a pair of hands swaying a person's heart, but it's like scratching one's boots, that is, the more scratched, the more itchy.

  Plop!

   Plop plop!

   Plop plop plop!

  My heart beats fast as if I don't want money. When Han Xiaoye was nervous, his subordinates inevitably exerted a little force and squeezed.

  It doesn't matter if you pinch, what matters is that the noble man let out a sullen groan.

   That **** index is completely out of the table!

"……continue!"

   Slightly commanding tone, domineering side leakage, man to the extreme!

   Han Xiaoye has never seen him like this. He used to be an ascetic old cadre. I feel that if he gives him a bald head, he can play Fa Hai with strength. This is the first time she has seen such a bewitched look now.

   It is a lie to say that it is not rippling, after all, such a big handsome guy flirts with you, and no one can stand it on anyone. What's more, it is reasonable and legal for her to "eat" such a handsome guy. After all, it's her home!

  Han Xiaoye thought about it, did not resist the temptation, and touched it again.

This is not the first time she has done something like   drawing a gun. After a few seconds of the hand, she immediately found the previous feel. That's called a lot of tricks. The key is that she is still staring at that place curiously, just like watching a fun toy.

   "Hmm." Fu Zhiyan was about to be driven mad by you. Holding her deliberately slow hand, she said in a hoarse voice, "Come on."

  Han Xiaoye was still very worried, "Uncle, do you think someone will come in? What if they see it?"

   "No." Fu Zhiyan didn't want to talk to her, but he still cared about her.

   Few people dare to come in his office without his consent. It was an accident just now. Director Liu talked to him about the progress of the cooperation project with Fengqi, and he asked Director Liu to fetch the data sheet. It is estimated that Liu Dong did not expect that there would be other people in his office, and he was still immersed in the project he was talking about, so he pushed the door and entered.

   "Really not?" Han Xiaoye had lingering fears.

   The movements in her hands were not slow. The obedient one sped up a little bit, but her speed was not enough. It didn't solve the 'problem', but made the 'problem' bigger and stronger.

   "...No." Fu Zhiyan was dissatisfied with her distraction, and his big hand grabbed her small hand, speeding up.

   The corners of his eyes turned crimson, Han Xiaoye looked so sweet, he couldn't help but leaned over and wanted to kiss him. at this time--

   "Boom!"

   There was a knock on the office door.

   "President, may I come in?"

   "shi-t!"

  Fu Zhiyan is elegant and bold.

  Han Xiaoye woke up and wanted to stand up immediately. But he was held down by Fu Zhiyan, his face was calm and expressionless, "Come in later."