Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

  Han Xiaoye's sharp tongue.

"I don't know who you want to do these tricks now, I might as well tell you clearly. If you do these things, you may only hurt your parents and your grandma, and the others are just watching the fun. Just follow me. I saw you running outside when it was time to go to school and hooking up with a sloppy boy, dyed with bird feathers of the same color. How impressed do you think I am? If I die, I think your two hairstyles really match. "In the sky is willing to be a bird with wings", "The mountains are heavy and the water is doubtful and there is no way"." There is another 'village' in the dark and bright!

   "Oh, by the way, do you know what a bird of wings is?"

  Song Ranran's face was extremely ugly when she said repeatedly, "I know, Yuanyang."

"So you also know that emotionally, your bird feathers took a photo and asked the barber to dye it according to the bird in it? Say it earlier, I misunderstood other barbers. That's not bad, the barber dyed it. It's very vivid. Which barber shop is it? I'll go wash my hair the other day." He Dinghong's poison, Han Xiaoye's mouth, it's simple!

   Not to mention Song Ranran, even Ou Chenhao, who only highlighted a wisp of smoky gray, couldn't stand it.

  Song Ranran was afraid that Han Xiaoye would say more, and her grandmother came over. Biting his lower lip, he gave Han Xiaoye a fierce look, and took Ou Chenhao's hand, "Chenhao, let's go."

  Ou Chenhao took one last look at Han Xiaoye and followed Song Ranran away.

  The two were about to leave, but Han Xiaoye didn't stop them. When they reached the corner, she sent Aunt Liu a message, so that Aunt Liu would not use it to find someone. When Song Ranran goes home in the evening, have a good chat with Song Ranran.

After    was done, she stretched and moved her wrist bones, which were somewhat rusted because she hadn't moved for a long time.

  Emma.

   She was really pregnant for three years, and she was fine after the fall just now. As soon as she threw the little boy out, she twisted her wrist.

   But 13 has been pretended, so she can't hold her hands and scream, she can only endure it and pretend that it doesn't hurt at all.

  Han Xiaoye turned his lower wrist bone and was thinking about buying a plaster sticker when suddenly, a pair of feet appeared in front of her.

   His feet were thin and fair, and he was wearing simple black flip-flops, which made people feel unruly.

   Quan Ronglian?

   She raised her head, and sure enough, a pair of peach blossom eyes caught her eye, "Quan..." She hadn't asked, why are you here.

   The left hand that was not twisted has been caught.

  Han Xiaoye was stunned, but he hasn't recovered yet. After a while, she was actually carried on her shoulders!

   She was dumbfounded.

   "Quan Ronglian, what are you doing? Let me down!"

   "What kind of madness are you pumping?"

   "Fuck! Put me down!"

  The arrogant man ignored her at all, and carried her upside down like throwing a sack and walked forward.

  In the afternoon, the streets were full of people shopping. He had an outstanding appearance and a man who had been struggling on his shoulders, which made him even more eye-catching.

   Even if Han Xiaoye couldn't see it, he could feel the gazes projected from all around him. He felt uncomfortable with his stomach pressed, and felt uncomfortable all over his body.

   "Put me down! Did you hear me!"

   "Hey, let me down!"

   She kicked and thumped, but unfortunately it didn't work at all.

  The man was like a stone, not responding at all. She was taken into the car all the time, slammed into the car, and the door was locked with a click before she was put down.

  Han Xiaoye's first reaction was to pull the door. When she found that it couldn't be opened, she turned her head angrily, "What are you doing? What's wrong?"

   "..." Quan Ronglian didn't say a word, just stepped on the accelerator to the bottom, and the Bugatti swooped out.

  Han Xiaoye almost hit the glass because of inertia.

   Fortunately, she reacted quickly and grabbed the cushion.

   She was so frightened that her face turned white, and a nameless anger rushed up, "What kind of nerve are you getting?"

   "Shut up if you don't want to die." The unruly man glanced at her with peach blossom eyes, as if there were flames in his eyes.

  Han Xiaoye looked at him like that, then looked at the car running the red light all the way, gritted his teeth, and stopped talking.

   was speechless all the way.

   Finally, the luxury car stopped in front of a villa.

   "Little loach." The man who pulled out the car key suddenly said.

   "Why?" Han Xiaoye said angrily.

"You said that if the lord strengthens you, can you still get married?" Peach Blossom's eyes are extremely deep, as if joking but also serious, "Master has been going around like this for seven or eight years, even if you don't get your heart, you can get someone. Not bad, don't you think? If you get your man, will you not care about your heart anymore?"

   "...You, what are you kidding, it's not funny at all." Han Xiaoye stiffened and twitched the corners of his mouth.

   Quan Ronglian stretched out her hand and clamped her chin, her peach blossom eyes narrowed slightly, "Isn't it funny? Why do I think my existence is funny."

  She is getting married.

  Although she has long been debunked, getting married is another matter.

   When he thought of seeing her smiling like a flower in a wedding dress that day, he had the urge to cut off the neck of the little woman in front of him!

**** it!

   She always has a thousand ways to make his heart hurt more than the worst!

  It must be painful for him to live rather than die, and then push him into a more cruel and unbearable torment.

   In the past few days, he has been suffering from insomnia all night long, and even taking medicine for angina pectoris is useless.

   He has been silently watching what she was about to marry, watching her beaming, watching her throw a little boy over her shoulder.

   Seeing that little boy's astonished expression, he seemed to see himself back then.

   Even though he was so far apart, he could no longer control himself.

   "You said, Lord has made you stronger, does Fu Zhiyan still want you?"

   "What do you want me to answer you?" Han Xiaoye calmed down and asked back.

   "Just say whatever you want."

   "Whether he wants me, I don't know, I definitely won't want myself anyway."

   "Are you threatening Lord?"

   "Yes, I'm threatening you." Han Xiaoye admitted generously.

   The man leaning over and pinching her chin forbears the blue veins on his forehead faintly beating. He raised the corner of his mouth and stared into the eyes of the stubborn little woman in front of him without blinking, "Do you think I will be threatened by you?"

   "I don't know. It's up to me to be threatened or not to be threatened by you." Han Xiaoye tilted his head, just his eyes.

  Heartache, anger, helplessness, all kinds of emotions overwhelmed him, he suddenly leaned down and bit her neck.

   "Hmm." Han Xiaoye gasped in pain, but didn't say anything.

Quan Ronglian bit her fiercely, obviously she could bite her skin, make her hurt and make her sad, but she was reluctant... She clearly felt that she was about to bite her skin, so she could feel what it meant The taste of pain, but I can't take it no matter what, I just can't bear it