Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

The phone is open.

Mu Qianqian didn't let out the air, her back stiffened, and she said, "Fu Yuhuang, I'm Mu Qianqian."

"Mu Qianqian?" A woman's voice came from the phone.

Mu Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, and her shoulders dropped.

"Well, Yu Huang is still sleeping. He was too tired yesterday. What's the matter with you? When he wakes up, I'll tell him." The girl said softly.

Mu Qianqian clenched her phone tightly.

Last time, Tong Yan also said similar things to sow discord. She believed it, and Fu Yuhuang explained it.

This time, she didn't want to misunderstand him casually.

"Wake him up, let him answer the phone, I have something to call her." Mu Qianqian's voice was a little colder, her heart was tightly twisted.

The girl looked at Fu Yuhuang who was sitting in front of the computer, clicked the phone, then Fu Yuhuang, and shrugged.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes are so deep and dark as ink that seems to be an unpredictable universe.

He nodded.

"Yuhuang, wake up, there is a phone, Yuhuang." The woman shouted sweetly and handed the phone to Fu Yuhuang. .

Fu Yuhuang took the mobile phone handed over by his assistant and remained silent.

Mu Qianqian was also silent, her heart was too painful and she closed her eyes.

He could hear her heavy breathing, and his eyes were even heavier, as if the heavy dark clouds in the rainy sky shrouded him, and he said, "Hello."

Mu Qianqian opened her eyes, flashed resentment, clenched her fists, and tried her best to calm herself, "Are you getting married?"

Fu Yuhuang paused for three seconds without denying, "Well."

"The bride is Xue Ziqi, the daughter of Vice-President Xue?" Mu Qianqian continued to ask.

"Yes." Fu Yuhuang's succinct herringbone was crisp and powerful, like a sharp sword stabbing in her heart.

She suddenly felt that there was no need to ask.

No amount of reasons, no amount of excuses, will only make their short love even more hypocritical.

Don't, just don't.

But, after all, there is still a little bit of unwillingness and a fluke mentality, a common problem of human nature.

If he is in trouble!

"What do you want to tell me?" Mu Qianqian asked.

"Sorry. If it's okay, my girlfriend is here, I don't want her to misunderstand." Fu Yuhuang said coolly, there was no warmth in his tone.

If he said this sentence to another woman in front of her, she would definitely feel very sweet and warm.

His indifference to other people just reflects his tenderness to her.

It's a pity that at this moment, his indifference is towards her, and his tenderness towards his girlfriend.

His girlfriend would definitely be moved, just as she was moved at the time.

Fu Yuhuang is not an idiot in love, on the contrary, he is a master of feelings, just like a shopping mall, his methods are vicious and sharp, and he can play with people's hearts in applause.

Mu Qianqian hung up the phone, her drooping shoulders were trembling, her emotions erupted uncontrollably, and another hysterical anger started from her heart, and she couldn't find an exit, it turned into flames, and it was her own that burned. Heart.

Facing the reality will turn out to be even more heartache, to the point of despair.

She smashed her phone hard against the glass.

The glass was smashed, the phone bounced and fell to the ground, and the splashed glass shards scratched the cheeks.

Warm liquid flowed across her cheeks, and red blood dripped onto her clothes, taking away not only the good faith, but also the temperature of her blood.

She swore that from now on, she would never be an ant abandoned by anyone.

She will no longer be thrown away like trash! ! !