Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian raised her chin, lowered her eyes, and raised the corners of her mouth slightly, but there was no smile in her eyes, "You have nothing to say to me?"

"Butler Lin said you wanted to see me." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly.

Mu Qianqian's eyes became cold again.

When he said unfeeling words, he was slippery, and he jumped out one after another, and when he apologized, he couldn't say a word.

Fu Yuhuang, bull, so awesome.

"Doctor Song should have told you clearly, right?" Mu Qianqian asked, examining his face.

"He said you're not Mu Qianqian, and it's not you in the video, you can explain it to me." Fu Yuhuang's eyes softened.

Explanation?

Does her explanation help?

Now, Dr. Song came back with the real Mu Qianqian, so he would believe it.

Mu Qianqian leaned against the ginkgo tree lazily, "What are you going to do now?"

Fu Yuhuang looked at her deeply, "What do you want me to do?"

"What do I want to do, will you let me do it?" Mu Qianqian asked back, raising a smile and laughing.

"As long as I can do it." Fu Yuhuang promised.

"Then I'll tell you when I think about it." Mu Qianqian said lightly, passing Fu Yuhuang, without looking at him, and walked towards the waiting room.

Fu Yuhuang turned around, looked at her, and remained silent.

Butler Lin came over worriedly, and said with concern, "Mr. Fu, you haven't rested for the past few days. Why don't you go back to rest first. There was a misunderstanding between you and Mu Qianqian, and we will reconcile."

Why does he think that he and Mu Qianqian will never be able to reconcile?

Mu Qianqian got into the car back home and ate at Aunt Lan's house. In the afternoon, she followed the Taoist priest and sent Aunt Lan on her last journey until Aunt Lan was buried.

Everyone else had left, and she was still standing on Aunt Lan's grave, looking at the photos on Aunt Lan's tombstone, thoughtfully.

"Let her rest in peace." Dr. Song came to Mu Qianqian's side and comforted.

"I thought about it, even if the project of Chenqian Village is successful, it will still be subject to Fu Yuhuang. I chatted with him just now, and he said what I want to do, what will he do? I want to ask Zhengda to come over and let the joint venture company Become an independent company, then I don't have to be controlled by others." Mu Qianqian looked at the tombstone and said, as if speaking to Aunt Lan, but also to herself, more like to Song Yi.

"Fu Yuhuang is a businessman and never does business at a loss. He will give you Chia Tai. If he doesn't get what he wants, I'm afraid he won't let you go." Song Yi worried.

Mu Qianqian looked at Song Yi coldly and asked, "What do you think he wants?"

Song Yi hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be you."

Mu Qianqian smiled contemptuously, "Wrong, what he wants is a toy, and for him, there will always be a day when he gets tired of playing with toys, and when he gets tired of playing, he will destroy it unscrupulously, what I want to do. Yes, before he is destroyed, I want to disintegrate his power and destroy him."

Song Yi was shocked, "You want to fight Fu Yuhuang?"

"I'm just taking care of my worries." Mu Qian said coldly, her beautiful eyes shrunk, adding a bit of maturity and charm, but also extremely cold.

The current Mu Qianqian, Song Yi feels very strange, as if there has been a very big change in personality.

His shallowness, why, has it become like this now?

"Qianqian, don't do anything wrong." Song Yi reminded.

"I made too many mistakes in the past, and I won't be wrong in the future." She paid attention.