Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

What's the meaning? What he means is that he is still counting on her to get out of the way, so that he can be with his curtain sister, first love sister, you and me? Han Xiaoye was aggrieved and angered, he pulled him fiercely and grabbed his hand, staring at him like a small beast and growling, "Who said I'm not going? I'll go back to find the kitten, want to leave me Let's go with the kitten too!"

  Fu Zhiyan was in pain from being caught by her, his left hand clasped her messy little hand, holding back his anger, the veins on the back of his hand burst out, "No."

  Why! Han Xiaoye was so angry that he couldn't shake her off, so he bit her with his teeth, like a wild cat showing his teeth and claws, leaving a deep tooth mark on the man's wrist. He let go when he was about to bleed, gritted his teeth, "Let go."

  Fu Zhiyan not only did not let go of her, but also pressed her two hands with one hand and leaned over to pull up the seat belt.

  Han Xiaoye looked anxious and struggled all over his body, "You let go, who wants to leave with you. Damn, Fu Zhiyan, let go, do you hear me! If you don't let go, I'll be rude to you!"

  The stern man ignored her at all.

   Damn!

  Han Xiaoye was really angry and kicked over.

  Fu Zhiyan was just above her, and she was unprepared, and she just kicked the key part. Hearing a muffled hum, the face of the always aloof and noble man turned black, and the eagle's eyes were about to come.

  Han Xiaoye felt a little guilty, she was so angry that she kicked so irrationally, her foot was a little less serious. But who told him to lose his temper with her first with a sullen face?

  Thinking like this, she felt more confident in her heart. She squinted her neck and glared back at him without fear! It's like "Why, I kicked and kicked, what do I want to do".

  Fu Zhiyan was so annoyed by her attitude that she was not afraid of boiling water, she didn't have her seat belt fastened, she stepped on the accelerator with a sullen face—

   The car sped out all of a sudden, and Han Xiaoye leaned forward unexpectedly. Fortunately, she was wearing a seat belt, so she didn't hit the glass of the car.

  Rao is so, her little face is still pale, "Stop."

   The stomach that was not so uncomfortable finally became uncomfortable again because of sitting in a closed, fast-moving car.

  Han Xiaoye's face was not very good-looking, he suppressed a round of overturning, hiccupped, eased a little, then continued to turn his head, and shouted unhappily, "Stop, Fu Zhiyan, stop!"

   "I want to get off!"

   "I want to get out of the car, stop, you are ********!"

  “…”

   At first, she was able to shout a few words, but after shouting, her stomach became more and more uncomfortable, and she was afraid to spit it out when she spoke. Han Xiaoye finally couldn't stand it anymore, and let out a soft breath, "Little uncle, is it okay to park? I feel uncomfortable."

   "Stop, I'm so sick of vomiting."

   "Little uncle, I really want to vomit, stop. If you don't stop, at least don't lock the window. Can you open the window for some ventilation?"

  The silent man didn't even look at her, thinking that the hooligan was using a bitter trick again.

  The car was driving fast, and Han Xiaoye's stomach became more and more uncomfortable. She didn't dare to speak, for fear that she would spit it out when she spoke. It was a shame to go to my grandmother's house, but even if she tried her best to endure while lying on the chair, that lingering urge to vomit didn't ease much. She still wanted to vomit, and every second was pulled for a long time. Han Xiaoye's face was pale for a while, and blue for a while, and she couldn't help it several times. But in order to take a breath, he pressed down again.

  The car was so stuffy, she closed her eyes in discomfort.

  I don't know how long it took, but the car finally stopped. She opened her eyes sharply and pulled the door abruptly. It turned out that the door was locked.

   After holding it for so long, she couldn't bear it any longer, and vomited out.

   There was an unpleasant vomit smell from the car. Probably stimulated by the smell, Han Xiaoye vomited even more, she almost vomited out her heart, liver, spleen and stomach, but the uncomfortable feeling of vomiting did not ease, but became more intense.

   She vomited darkly, her eyes were crimson, she didn't have the energy to think about how embarrassing she was now, and how much Fu Zhiyan would dislike her when he saw her like this.

   The whole person she vomited was going to pass out. She hadn't eaten anything in the morning, except for the pig's trotter soup that she had not digested yesterday, and then she vomited completely bile.

   "vomit—"

  Fu Zhiyan froze for a moment, annoyance flashed across his eyes, he reached out his hand and did not dislike her current appearance at all, he followed her back and wanted to speak, but he didn't know what to say.

  Han Xiaoye felt aggrieved in his heart and felt uncomfortable in his body. He finally threw up and stopped. She immediately patted Fu Zhiyan's hand away, her eyes blushing angrily, "Mr. Fu, can you open the door now?"

  Fu Zhiyan was suffocated by her words, Mr. Fu stabbed his heart to the point of blood dripping. He pursed his thin lips and opened the car door forbearance.

  Han Xiaoye opened the door impatiently and got out of the car.

   After getting out of the car, probably because she was exposed to fresh air, her stomach started to play again. She squatted beside the green belt on the side of the road, bent down and vomited again.

   This time, she really vomited to death. Han Xiaoye felt that if she vomited again, she might be able to vomit out her stomach.

   She vomited for so long that her head was dizzy.

   At this moment, a bottle of warm white water was handed to her, along with a pack of tissues.

   On the main road, Lei Feng certainly couldn't have handed it to her, she didn't need to look to know who it was. Angered, she really wanted to ignore the people behind her. However, her body could not tolerate her willfulness. Before another round of vomiting, she grabbed the white water and poured it into her stomach.

   There was a little more warm water in her flattened stomach, and she felt better. She hadn't caught her breath, and the next second, wow, she vomited out again.

   This time she really spit out tears.

   The whole person turned into a shrimp, and the spitting face turned pale and pale.

  Fu Zhiyan had never seen her like this before, and the feeling of suffocation came back again. He clenched his fists and watched the eccentric little woman spit out eggplants hit by frost. He couldn't bear it any longer. He suddenly bent down, and the stronger, slightly better man beat Princess Heng and hugged him.

   "You, what are you doing?" Han Xiaoye suddenly lifted his center of gravity, grabbed his shirt subconsciously, and instantly grabbed a paw print out of his white shirt.

   "Take you to the hospital."

  Fu Zhiyan had just finished speaking when her stomach started to roll again. Han Xiaoye's face changed suddenly, and he shouted impatiently, "Let me go first, it won't work." She felt nauseous again, what should I do...

   After waiting for a long time for the man to let her down, he held her in his arms and walked forward steadily. Han Xiaoye couldn't bear it anymore, and he vomited all over him—