Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   The black Bentley is low-key and luxurious, the man sitting beside her pursed his thin lips, and his slender fingertips turned over the test paper in his hand, "English 10, Chinese 20, Math 15, Biology 14, Chemistry 13..."

  Fu Zhiyan finished flipping through the appalling examination paper, his eyes so deep and terrifying looked at the girl beside him who was rarely embarrassed, his thin lips opened **** slightly, "Physics, 7 points."

   Chi Guoguo's mockery!

   "Give it back to me!" Han Xiaoye jumped up for the exam in shame and shouted.

  Fu Zhiyan raised the test paper, hugged the girl who jumped up, and pressed the person on his lap with a backhand. This posture was terribly ambiguous, and Han Xiaoye's face instantly flushed crimson, struggling to get down.

   "Don't move." The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if brewed wine, intoxicating the heart.

   She felt a scorching 'stick' against her lower abdomen. This is…! Han Xiaoye suddenly opened his eyes wide and his body stiffened.

   "Stop robbing?" Fu Zhiyan hugged her waist very naturally.

  People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads! Han Xiaoye gritted his teeth, "Fu...Mr. Fu, don't be impulsive and say something good. I admit, I was wrong last night. I shouldn't deceive you, and I shouldn't do anything to you... You don't remember villains, can you? Can't forget it? Let me go this time. I promise, I will remember your great kindness."

   "No." Fu Zhiyan's simple words blocked her next words.

   Yay! This crazy, dragging, dazzling, cool attitude!

  Han Xiaoye admitted that he was wrong, suppressed his anger, and lost a smile, "Mr. Fu, I..."

   As soon as she raised her head, she saw the man beside him closing his eyes in a serene manner, his cold face, and the air all over his body. He clearly didn't want to care about her.

  Han Xiaoye kept his mouth shut.

   She has already touched the tiger's butt, and doesn't want to provoke this person any more. Moreover, he came to arrest her in person, and did not bring the police, indicating that there is still room for manoeuvre.

   She has to think about what to do.

  Damn, if only Rarity was here, she wouldn't be so passive.

  …

  Bentley galloped, and the high-rise buildings on both sides flashed backwards, forming a strong visual impact.

  Han Xiaoye huddled quietly on the sofa, the man's cold breath reminded her of Fu Zhiyan's existence. As time went on, she began to feel scared.

   She didn't know where Fu Zhiyan was going to arrest her, nor what Fu Zhiyan planned to do with her.

   Panic, fear, these emotions she had never experienced before came to her heart.

   Finally, the car stopped—

   The man on the side closed his eyes and opened his eyes. If his eyes were as dark as midnight, he would not be able to see the slightest emotion.

  The car door was opened from the outside, and an ordinary-looking man in uniform stuck his head in, "Young Master Fu, you're here."

   "Yes." Fu Zhiyan's attitude was as cold and arrogant as ever.

   He glanced sideways at the girl whose eyes were shrunk into a ball, and gave an order like gold, "Get out of the car."

  Han Xiaoye froze, his hand beside him clenched into a fist. She was trembling uncontrollably because of fear and panic. She bit her lower lip and stared at the man in uniform outside with big eyes.

   That kind of uniform that three-year-olds know—a police uniform!

   One second ago, she thought that his arrest in person meant that there was still room for manoeuvre, but the reality immediately gave her a slap in the face, and Fu Zhiyan took her to the police station!

How to do? What is she going to do? She can't go in, her uncle and aunt are still waiting for her.

   Han Xiaoye, who is a strong foreigner and a middle-class citizen, was covered in cold sweat on her forehead. Because of her nervousness, she almost bit her lower lip to bleed.

   "Han Xiaoye." When she was shaking, Fu Zhiyan's face suddenly enlarged in front of her. I don't know if it was her illusion, but his eyes seemed to stay on her lips for a moment. Then, with a long hand, he took her out of it.

As soon as    came out, Han Xiaoye was so sure that Fu Zhiyan really took her to the police station.

   A dozen or so police officers formed two rows, and when they saw Fu Zhiyan approaching, they all took off their hats. And the middle-aged man who was obviously a high-level man just now also surrounded Fu Zhiyan, his face flattering to please.

   Entered the Ruicheng Police Headquarters, and Fu Zhiyan let him down. He raised his chin towards the police chief who surrounded him, and squinted his eyes like a falcon, "Take the person down."

   The chief of police immediately catered to him, with a serious look of law enforcement, "Someone, take Miss Han down for a good interrogation!"

"Yes."

  The two young police officers stood beside Han Xiaoye, one on the left and one on the right, and the official made a gesture of invitation, "Miss Han, please."

  Han Xiaoye's face was white.

   She looked at Fu Zhiyan subconsciously, her lips twitched, and when she met those cold, icy eyes, all the words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat. She gave the man one last look in despair, as if she had made up her mind, turned around and followed the police away...

  Fu Zhiyan frowned. When she was far away, the chief of police changed his seriousness and laughed, "Mr. Fu, my performance was okay just now, right?"

  Fu Zhiyan's stern outline relaxed a lot, and he looked at the police chief with a flattering face, "This time, I have to thank Uncle Cai, the little girl is naughty, don't scare her, she doesn't know how high the sky is."

   "Hey, we said thank you." Director Cai dared to accept his thank you, and immediately rejected it. Then he mentioned it unintentionally, "I heard that the old man will come to Ruicheng for a while. I wonder if I, a little fan, will have the opportunity to meet the old man. Before I started politics, I especially admired the old man and always regarded the old man as my idol. It is rare for the old man to meet him. Come to Ruicheng, I feel excited when I think about it."

  How could Fu Zhiyan not understand what he meant, the corner of his mouth raised a sarcastic arc, but his face was expressionless, "When the old man comes, I will inform Uncle Cai."

   Director Cai's eyes are bright, and with his position, he will never see that big man. I didn't expect him to be so lucky. It just so happened that his precious grandson had something to help him. It seemed that God had destined him to rise to the top. Director Cai suppressed the ecstasy in his heart, wisely stopped talking, and changed the subject, "I have arranged surveillance in the interrogation room, is my nephew going to take a look?"

  …

trial room.

  The dazzling white light swayed overhead. There was only one table and three chairs in the ten-square-meter room. Han Xiaoye sat on one of the chairs and remained silent.

   "Miss Han, please tell the truth about your motive for breaking into Mr. Fu's room?"

  “…”

   "Miss Han, your motive."

  “…”

   "Miss Han, please cooperate with the police."

  “…”

   The two young police officers glanced at each other helplessly, and after making sure that Han Xiaoye would not say anything, they got up. With a serious face, he persuaded the silent girl, "Miss Han, you should seriously consider whether to explain your motive."