Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  During dinner, Han Xiaoye finished drinking milk and soy milk as usual, wiped his mouth, and pulled out his chair.

   "I'll go up first."

  Fu Zhiyan's eyes darkened a little, looking at the person who was humming a little song and went upstairs in a happy mood. He tightened his jaw and put down his chopsticks. After sitting for a while, he followed him upstairs with no expression.

  The second floor was quiet, Fu Zhiyan twisted open the door of Han Xiaoye's room and walked in. The girl in pajamas sat on the bed with her back to him, as if she was busy with something.

"what are you doing?"

   The person who had his back turned to him turned his head back as if startled, and he finally saw clearly what the girl was doing. Jun's face flashed with embarrassment.

"you……"

"what!"

  Han Xiaoye screamed, and finally came back to his senses, and suddenly retracted the hand that was stretched into the clothes. Then he jumped up and covered his eyes.

   "Illusion! It was all an illusion just now! Fu Zhiyan, hurry up and forget it!"

   God, she's going crazy!

   He saw it, he must have seen how she just stretched her hand to her chest to massage!

  Why do you want Fu Zhiyan to see such a wretched side of her? Han Xiaoye wants to cry but has no tears. He wished that there was a slit in the ground to let her get in. She was going crazy, crazy!

   The man's eyelashes brushed across her palm like a brush, she sighed in a tangled sigh, and stammered.

   "Forget it, since you've seen it, then... how do you feel?"

  Fu Zhiyan was startled, "How do you feel?"

   "It's so big!" Han Xiaoye became angry.

   She has worked so hard for so many days, and she has grown a bit too big. Damn, he actually asked her how she felt!

  Han Xiaoye let go of his hand covering his eyes and puffed out his chest, as if he was afraid that he might not be able to see clearly, he turned around.

  Fu Zhiyan frowned slightly, and it took a long time before he seemed to understand what she meant. I looked her up and down a few times, "Well, it's a bit bigger."

"real?"

  Han Xiaoye smiled like a little chrysanthemum.

   "I'll ask Wang Ma to bring you some pajamas in a while."

"……"Depend on!

  What is humiliation, this is called humiliation!

   She clearly said breasts, but he thought it was pajamas! So how small is her breast to be completely ignored? !

   "Okay, it's getting late, rest early." Fu Zhiyan's eyes slipped through a faint smile.

How could Han Xiaoye let him go away so easily, grabbed the corner of his clothes and rolled his sly eyes, "Fu Zhiyan, I didn't understand what the teacher taught today, you can make it up for me. "

   She didn't lie, she really didn't understand. But the purpose of asking Fu Zhiyan to make up for her...hehe! Of course, it's just for a simple supplementary lesson!

   "Tomorrow I'll let Andy make it up for you."

"No!" Han Xiaoye held him tight and didn't let him go, the reason was more slippery than oil, "You have said that his problem-solving method is too rigid. If I can't learn and use it, isn't it in vain? The final exam is coming soon, if I still get a 7 in the exam, I will be ashamed of you."

  “…”

  Han Xiaoye saw that the man's expression was a little looser, and he continued to rub against his back, "Fu Zhiyan, can you help me make up the lessons? Please, please."

   She rubs, rubs, rubs... She doesn't believe it anymore, so she doesn't feel that she has grown up with such a lost breast.

  Fu Zhiyan's back froze, and without a trace, he avoided the girl who was teasing him. In a hoarse voice, "Okay, but only for an hour."

   Actually avoided... Han Xiaoye ignored the loss in his heart, his eyes lit up, an hour was an hour, it was better than nothing.

   She quickly took out the book from her schoolbag and circled all the parts that she didn't understand today.

  Fu Zhiyan is really a good teacher. He speaks very slowly, and he will teach about three problem solving methods for each question. Then let her choose one that she finds easy, and then give her a similar problem for her to solve. After she solves it, she will pass similar questions with similar topics, and chain the previous knowledge points.

   "So X=-8, do you understand?" Fu Zhiyan raised his head, the light from the table lamp shrouded his handsome eyebrows, smearing a landscape ink painting.

  Han Xiaoye looked more and more good-looking, for fear that Fu Zhiyan would find out that she hadn't listened to him and just looked at him. He quickly pointed to one place, "So, time t is related to friction, right?"

"right."

   Her eyeballs rolled and changed again, "Resistance also affects friction, right?"

"right."

   She quickly continued, "You like me too, don't you?"

  “…”

  Fu Zhiyan just wanted to say yes, but then he reacted. He suddenly raised his head and looked at her with a deep look, there was complexity that she couldn't understand.

   "Don't make trouble."

what is this? Do you refuse! Han Xiaoye got angry, jumped directly on him, grabbed his tie, and forced him to approach, "Where am I making trouble?"

   She wrapped around him angrily, biting his irritating thin lips, "Fu Zhiyan, I said I like you, have you never taken it seriously?!"

   "Naughty." Fu Zhiyan's face was cold, and he was about to hug the person from him, but he was hugged even harder.

  Han Xiaoye's heart was burning with anger, and she didn't know where the courage came from. He directly blocked the mouth he was about to preach, and held his lower lip like a small beast. She kissed tenderly, not so much a kiss as a desperate bite.

   "Fu Zhiyan, open your mouth."

   After prying for a long time but unable to open the man's mouth, Han Xiaoye was anxious.

   "You're playing with fire." The man's hand on his side clenched the chair, and his blue veins burst out.

   responded to him by someone's provocation, "Wrong, Fu Zhiyan, I'm playing with you."

   As soon as she finished speaking, her chin was pinched, and Han Xiaoye struggled hard, trying to pull his hand.

  Yah, she doesn't believe in evil. Today, I have to throw this man down!

   Before she could pull it off, someone was already hugging her waist. Turning around, she was pushed into a chair. The man who was sitting on the chair stood up and stood there condescendingly, holding her chin. In the cold and icy phoenix eyes, a bright red **** flickered.

   "What is this, if it's a man, let me go!" Han Xiaoye was still shouting.

  Fu Zhiyan leaned over and blocked the girl's chattering mouth!

"Well!"

  Han Xiaoye never knew that kissing could be so fatal. Breathing seemed to be squeezed, and he could only maintain his heartbeat by relying on a little oxygen drawn from the man. The tip of her tongue was numb from the kiss, being tangled and tangled over and over again. The heartbeat is even more crazy, and the horse is galloping in the chest...

  Suddenly, she felt a hand reach out from her clothes and swept up her back along her back.

   Seeing that, when he was about to touch her chest, Han Xiaoye blushed and pushed away the man who was pressing on her.