Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  The tattoo artist nodded, "Okay, wait a minute."

  Tattoo is a bit painful, Han Xiaoye just tattooed a peach blossom, it doesn't take much time. Two hours later, she was finished.

   Seeing the dye used by the tattoo artist before the tattoo, she rolled her eyes, "If this dye is painted on the body, how long can it last?"

  The tattoo artist was taken aback and replied, "About a week."

   "Will it leave a mark after a week? Will it not wash off after half a wash or something?"

"No, this one has been processed by a special process. It can last for a week at most, and it will be automatically absorbed by the skin after a week." The man said, "Don't worry, ma'am, this is made from natural plant extracts and won't hurt you. skin."

  Han Xiaoye's mouth twitched, and he whispered in her ear.

  Then the tattoo artist nodded and did as she said. Half an hour later, the door opened. Han Xiaoye came out and walked to the man sitting on the sofa reading a book outside, "Little uncle, it's alright."

  Fu Zhiyan put down the book in his hand, and just as he was about to get up, he found the person in front of him sneakily covering his forehead.

   "What's on your forehead?"

   "No... nothing."

  Han Xiaoye avoided his gaze and looked hesitant.

   "Take your hand away."

"I do not."

  "..." He stood up by himself, walked in front of the little woman, pulled away her hand covering her forehead, and was amazed.

   I saw the little woman's beautiful eyes flowing, and a peach blossom was blooming like life between the white eyebrows. Like an elves falling into the mortal world.

  Fu Zhiyan's breath missed a beat, and the hand holding her wrist involuntarily folded a little. He didn't turn his eyes, "You got a tattoo on your eyebrows?"

   This tone, how can you not hear joy and anger?

  Han Xiaoye was not sure if he was angry. Based on years of experience, he felt that he was more likely to be angry. Immediately, he pulled his hand away in frustration, and said angrily, "You don't let me get tattoos, how dare I get tattoos?"

   "What's on your forehead?"

   She rolled her eyes, "Huabai."

   Then she said she didn't have tattoos?

Han Xiaoye went on to say, "I don't have a tattoo, just ask Mr. Tony. I just asked her to paint it for me with dye, and it will disappear after seven days. It won't hurt the skin, and it won't hurt the baby. You don't let her. I got a tattoo, I've been addicted to painting one, can't I?"

   Actually, besides drawing one on the center of the eyebrows, she also drew other places. But now she dare not say it.

  Han Xiaoye is a person who does not hold grudges, and in a blink of an eye she forgot the unpleasantness just now. He pulled him and said, "Uncle, do you want to get a tattoo? Tony said that their shop is holding an event, and those who get tattoos like me can get a small tattoo."

   "You get a tattoo, you don't want money anyway, don't want it for nothing." She urged.

  Fu Zhiyan's temple jumped suddenly.

   I don't know if she is angry or depressed.

  What is it that you don’t want money anyway, don’t want it for nothing? There are too many things that don't want money. Is it possible that he has to take them?

   Not to mention tattoos.

  Han Xiaoye kept encouraging him, "You can get a tattoo, I have already thought about what to get you tattooed. Let's get a couple tattoo, okay?"

   "...Let's go." The cold-hearted man pulled her to check out by card.

  Han Xiaoye stood still, unexpectedly persistent, "I won't leave unless you get a tattoo."

  "..." He frowned, "Don't be silly, let's go."

Han Xiaoye was upset, "Why am I making a fool of yourself, I just asked you to get a tattoo as a couple. You have been with me for so long, and you have never had a couple with me. Those little couples started to wear them when they were playing with friends. Couple clothes and couple jewelry. I know that you have your own style requirements for dressing. I have never asked you and me to wear couple styles. Now I just want you to get a small tattoo, and you are not willing. "

   Seeing that she was about to get depressed again.

   rubbed his eyebrows, helpless, "Tell me, what tattoo?"

  Han Xiaoye was overjoyed, dragged him into the tattoo room, and said happily, "You'll know after the tattoo."

  …

  Fu Zhiyan is the president after all, and his usual image is serious and solemn.

  The tattoo is too incompatible with his temperament, and it is impossible to tattoo it in a conspicuous place. Han Xiaoye didn't make a fool of himself and insisted that he get the tattoo in a conspicuous position. After discussing with the tattoo artist, he tattooed him on the inside of his wrist.

  Because it is just a simple tattoo, the tattoo artist's tattoo is very fast, and it will be completed in a short time.

   During the whole process, she watched intently, as if tattooed on her body. After the tattoo, Fu Zhiyan swiped the card to settle the bill and took her out.

   It was getting dark outside.

   He called Feng Yaqin and said that after not coming back for dinner at night, he took her to a nearby Chinese restaurant for dinner.

  After eating, Han Xiaoye wanted to go shopping in the mall, and Fu Zhiyan accompanied her for more than half an hour in order to get her to exercise more before giving birth.

  Han Xiaoye bought everything for children, such as blankets and clothes. Packed several bags, Fu Zhiyan carried it to her hard-working.

   That posture, I really think she is the queen.

It was the first time that she felt this kind of treatment, and her desire to buy suddenly increased greatly, and she wanted to go shopping in other places, but the man who just followed her firmly opposed this time, because it was too late, it was time for her to sleep .

  Han Xiaoye resisted a little, and then walked to the parking lot in compromise.

   Just as she was halfway there, someone suddenly stopped her.

   "Huh, Secretary Han?"

   This voice?

  Han Xiaoye turned his head and saw a man full of evil spirits. The man's silver hair seemed to come out of the second dimension. But his silvery white does not make people feel cheap and wretched, on the contrary, it has a different kind of noble and dangerous feeling. Following Mo Xingxing next to him, Mo Xingxing was wearing a leather coat today. The simple lines outline the good figure of the ****, the slightly exposed **** is deep and proud, plus A glamorous and indifferent face, really beautiful and eye-catching.

  Mo Xingxing also saw her, frowned, then looked away the next second and landed on Fu Zhiyan. The previously indifferent face of the iceberg suddenly melted as if it was exposed to light and heat, revealing a complex look. Like joy, but also like embarrassment.

   Xiao Han and Mo Xingxing?

   How did the two of them get together?

  Han Xiaoye was about to forget Xiao Han, but when he saw it suddenly, he still remembered it. After all, Xiao Han left a deep impression on her. A strange man who he didn't know at all suddenly spent 50 million for himself on a charity project named after him. No matter what, it was hard to forget.

   Xiao Han walked over with Mo Xingxing, and smiled elegantly, "What a coincidence."

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