Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang looked at Song Yi, a strange beam of light flashed in his eyes, and his tone softened, "Did she ask you to talk to me about Qianqian?"

"Qingqiu, she doesn't want to marry Yu Xinzhi, but if you still force her like this, in order to survive, she can only marry Yu Xinzhi, please, Mr. Fu, let Qingqiu live, she lost two children for you. , Aunt Lan also died because of your subordinates, and now Qianqian has nowhere to go." Song Yi pleaded for Mu Qianqian.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes knew what he knew, as if it was the end of the world, and he was silent.

Song Yi nodded at Fu Yuhuang. He had already said what he had to say. In the future, it was Fu Yuhuang's choice. If he said more, it would be unfavorable.

He turned around, got into the car, and left.

Fu Yuhuang froze in place and stood there for a long, long time until it was dawn.

He thought a lot about their first acquaintance, their first time.

Thinking of their first child.

He told Qianqian that they would still have children in the future, he promised.

There was another child between them, and he just killed his own flesh and blood.

He thought it was Yu Xinzhi, but he was jealous, crazy, and irrational.

He didn't want her to have other people's children.

But now, what kind of stupid thing has he done...

Early in the morning, the Taoist priest began to perform the ceremony, reading words that no one could understand, sometimes ringing the bell, sometimes ringing the bell.

Mu Qianqian and Aunt Lan's relatives, holding incense in their hands, circled around Aunt Lan's coffin, kneeling and kowtowing from time to time.

Many people pretended to cry.

She didn't make a sound, but the tears kept flowing.

She has neither a father nor a mother, but Aunt Lan's status in her heart is like that of a mother.

The wind picked up, blowing her white belt, and the cigarettes curled up.

Buddha said that Qingyan can take people's wishes and words to fly to their relatives in heaven.

If this is true, she would like to say this to Aunt Lan: I'm sorry, I love you and cherish it.

After the farewell ceremony, the little Taoist door carried the coffin onto the truck and went to the funeral home.

Seeing Aunt Lan being sent to the incinerator, Mu Qianqian couldn't help crying.

Once Aunt Lan goes in, there will be no Aunt Lan in the world.

She rushed outside, crouched under the tree, and wept bitterly.

She was reluctant to part with Aunt Lan, she would be alone in the future, she was sad, sad.

Suddenly, she thought of Song Yi.

Song Yi will clone, she will clone, she wants Aunt Lan back.

Mu Qianqian turned around anxiously and saw Fu Yuhuang standing behind her.

Butler Lin was holding a big black umbrella behind him, dignified and silent, like an aloof royal family, with the innate ability to crush everything.

Mu Qianqian clenched his fists, and there was a destructive hatred in his eyes.

She swore to Aunt Lan's undead that one day she would trample him under his feet and let him taste all the pain, torture and loneliness she is going through now because of him.

However, she has no time to talk to him now, she is looking for Song Yi.

Mu Qianqian ran to the waiting area and saw Song Yi.

She dragged Song Yi to a place with no one, "Doctor Song, I have money now, you can help me clone an Aunt Lan, right?"

Song Yi looked at Mu Qian's pale red eyes and said apologetically, "I can't develop a heart, so even if Aunt Lan is cloned, she won't survive."

"Aunt Lan has a heart, and Aunt Lan already has a heart." Mu Qianqian held Song Yi's arm and pleaded with hope.