Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian paused and looked at Yu Xinzhi steadily. For a moment, his mind went blank, but his heartbeat was panicked and chaotic.

Bang, bang, bang in my ears, depressed, and clamoring.

She couldn't hear what Yu Xinzhi said after that.

Gradually the thoughts returned to the brain.

The first image that flashed in his mind was the gun that Fu Yuhuang blocked for her, and there was some crystal mist in his eyes.

Fu Yuhuang is ruthless, aloof and graceful.

The way he died was too tragic.

"Why, are you sad for him?" Yu Xinzhi took a sip of coffee, put it in his mouth, and swallowed it slowly. It was extremely cold and too evil.

"I don't feel sorry for him, but for you. If you didn't kill the enemy, would you be happy if the enemy died like this?" Mu Qianqian said, lowered her head, lowered her eyes, and cut the steak.

The long eyelashes hide the fluctuations in the eyes, and it looks calm as if listening to a stranger's story.

Yu Xinzhi propped his chin to look at her and raised a smile, "I'm very happy, I think his way of dying is very good, everyone betrays relatives and leaves, everyone is afraid of contracting AIDS, he can only die alone, which is very pleasing. "

Mu Qianqian stopped the hand that was cutting the steak, raised her eyes, looked at Yu Xinzhi, and held the knife and fork tightly, "Then I will congratulate Yu Shao for getting what you want."

Yu Xinzhi couldn't see what Mu Qianqian was thinking, shrugged, and finished the coffee in one gulp, "It's boring."

"Life is like this." Mu Qianqian lowered his head, cut the steak, cut the steak into very small pieces, put it in his mouth, chewed slowly,

Yu Xinzhi stood up bored.

Mu Qianqian continued to cut the steak calmly, betting in a panic.

Yu Xinzhi walked out of the cafe, Mu Qianqian's shoulders were tense, like a defeated rooster, losing his fighting spirit.

She was wronged, she was unwilling, so she was discarded as a test strip without a trace, and she also had resentment.

However, I never thought that he would die, or that he would die of such a lonely illness.

He once almost died because of her, and she tried her best to pay it off.

It is their shared responsibility to have no children.

The gun he blocked for her... This time, she can also pay it off.

Mu Qianqian dropped the knife and fork, took out five hundred from the wallet, put it on the table, and walked out quickly.

She didn't want to text him with her cell phone, she seemed very spineless.

She ran to the street and saw a beautiful woman playing on her mobile phone, "Well, can you use your mobile phone to send text messages? My phone is out of battery."

The beauty looked at her strangely and walked away defensively.

She saw a young man playing on his mobile phone again and ran over, "That, handsome guy, my phone is out of battery, can I send text messages on your phone?"

"Oh, yes." The handsome guy handed the phone to Mu Qianqian readily.

Mu Qianqian had already memorized Fu Yuhuang's mobile phone number, and simply typed in the content: Xue Ziqi has AIDS.

She sent it, deleted the text message, returned the phone to the handsome guy, and explained: "If someone calls, you say it's a male passerby who asks you about the phone you borrowed, and you can't remember what he looks like. ?"

The handsome guy nodded, "Yes."

Mu Qianqian put her hands together and muttered, "Thank you, thank you, you are such a good person, thank you."

Fu Yuhuang's cell phone text message rang.

He picked it up, glanced at it, and made a phone call...