Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

He also hoped that Mu Qianqian could say something sensational, such as 'wake up quickly, I can't do it without you', 'you die, I don't want to live anymore. ''I love you and we can all listen to you as long as you wake up. '

In the end, Mu Qianqian said, he estimated that even if President Fu died, he would be revived by anger.

Well, he really liked it.

Fu Yuhuang held Mu Qianqian's hand tightly, opened his blood red eyes, and looked at her seemingly calmly.

More like the calm before the storm.

Lin Junnan touched his nose.

If Mu Qianqian was his girlfriend, he would be so angry that he didn't want to communicate with her.

But President Fu just eats her way.

They didn't act or pretend, and Fu always reacted when he heard her words.

A radish and a pit.

He still hurried out and didn't use the light bulb.

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Mu Qianqian also looked at him without speaking.

Fu Yuhuang's grip on her wrist was still tight.

"Yu Xinzhi is not a good person, you won't have a good life if you marry him." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly, his voice was low because he lacked strength, but his tone was indeed sharp, full of Fu Yuhuang's domineering and ruthless.

Mu Qianqian felt aggrieved, but did not break free from his tightly held wrist, and asked instead, "Yu Xinzhi is not a good person, I will not have a good life if I marry him, then who do you think will have a good life with me? Pass?"

Fu Yuhuang looked at her with burning eyes, as if he wanted to imprint her in his mind, and pursed his lips tightly.

The more he didn't speak, the more disappointed she became, and more and more lost to the point of despair, she laughed until tears were about to flow out.

Is she stupid?

Fu Yuhuang is engaged to another woman.

If he wanted to marry her, he wouldn't be engaged to another woman, and now his fiancee is someone else.

"Don't worry, no matter who I marry, I'll have a good life." Mu Qianqian said angrily, broke his hand, and stepped back one meter, adding a sense of alienation, "President Fu has woken up, It is estimated that your wife is coming soon, so I will not affect the relationship between you."

She turned around and opened the door.

Butler Lin blocked the door, holding a bowl of casserole porridge in his hand, and handed it to Mu Qianqian pitifully, "Mr. Fu hasn't eaten for several days. Now he finally woke up and needs nourishment."

Mu Qianqian wanted to shake her hand and left casually, but hearing Butler Lin say that, it touched the softest love string in her heart.

She took the casserole porridge in Butler Lin's hand, turned around, and walked towards Fu Yuhuang with her eyes down.

Fu Yuhuang didn't expect her to come back, and looked at her with nostalgia.

Mu Qianqian put the casserole next to the bedside table and sat on the chair.

Because he also felt ashamed of turning back again, he twisted and scooped the porridge with a spoon instead of feeding him.

"You can let it go." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly.

Mu Qianqian remembered the scene where Xue Ziqi was feeding him, and threw the spoon in the casserole angrily.

Fu Yuhuang thought she was really going to leave this time, and held her wrist, almost subconsciously.

He didn't want her to go, he didn't want her to hate him, and he didn't want her... to forget him.

"I can also cook porridge," Mu Qianqian said, in a declarative sentence.

Fu Yuhuang paused, remembering the last time Xue Ziqi deliberately fed him in front of her.

Qianqian said it was... jealous.

Realizing that she was jealous, he was ecstatic, the corner of his mouth finally showed a rare smile after so many days.