Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

The torrential rain, as big as a soybean, hit him with a crackle.

Fu Yuhuang couldn't open his eyes, and ran towards the front desperately, using the fastest speed in history, faster than when he was surviving on the island when he was a child.

He doesn't believe in heaven, God, or destiny, but at this moment, he hopes that God will not take Mu Qianqian away.

Mu Qianqian is dead, and he has no faith and hope, how can he live.

"Qianqian." Fu Yuhuang shouted loudly.

Apart from the crackling rain and the sound of rocks falling, there was no reply from Mu Qianqian, not even popularity.

It only took Fu Yuhuang 6 minutes to run 2000 meters.

He used the encrypted number to call Mu Qianqian's mobile phone.

Mu Qianqian's cell phone was connected.

He vaguely heard the sound of the mobile phone, followed the sound and called over, and found Mu Qianqian's bag on the edge of the mudstone mound.

He suspected that Mu Qianqian was buried in a mud pit, so he desperately shoveled the dirt and digged the stones. After 10 minutes, he finally saw the car.

"Qianqian." Fu Yuhuang hurriedly opened the door.

The door was locked from the inside and couldn't be opened at all.

He smashed the passenger's window with a military shovel and opened the rear door, ignoring the sharp glass.

Mu Qianqian had passed out in a coma.

Fu Yuhuang measured the underside of Chi Mu's shallow nose, there was a faint breath, and he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Qianqian, don't be afraid, you'll be fine, I'll take you away now." Fu Yuhuang took the umbrella, hugged Mu Qianqian, and groped towards the front.

A lightning struck, the thunder rumbled, and the stone in front rolled down. Fu Yuhuang subconsciously ducked and stopped.

The car behind was caught in the mudslide again, submerged in the newly slipped mud.

The bigger stone on his side rolled down.

Holding Mu Qianqian in his arms, he was unable to move, and there were mudslides before and after.

If he walks alone, he may have a chance to escape the crisis, but he can't leave her alone.

If you're going to die today, let's die together.

He had hurt her too many times before, even though he was unintentional, then, today, he only lives to protect her.

Fu Yuhuang hugged Mu Qianqian tightly, protecting her in his arms.

Suddenly, the back was hit hard by the falling stone, an electric current rushed to the brain, the scalp was numb, and the eyes were black.

Before fainting, he shielded her under his body.

The rain slapped Fu Yuhuang's back, and time passed minute by minute...

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"Mu Qianqian, Mu Qianqian." Fu Qikai's voice rang out after 10 minutes.

He turned over the mud mound, vaguely saw someone in front of him, ran over, saw Fu Yuhuang, and also saw Mu Qianqian under Fu Yuhuang.

A surge of anger surged in his mind.

He came over when he knew the news of her, and after all, it was one step too late.

Fate was unfair to him, Fu Yuhuang was born late, Fu Yuhuang inherited the company late, and he arrived late even to find Mu Qianqian.

What if Fu Yuhuang died?

Can he get back on the right track in life?

Fu Jingbo has only one son, he can get all the love of his parents, and he will also get the love of his grandfather. Inheriting the Fu family, Mu Qianqian will also come back to him and become his woman, no one will rob him anymore and care s things.

Fu Qikai's expression became more and more gloomy, a lightning bolt cut through the sky, Fu Qikai picked up the stone from the ground...