Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang had a bad premonition, frowned, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes, "Why did Qi Kai bully you?"

"They used snakes to scare me, and my classmates were scared, but the round heads were not poisonous. I caught the snake and let it go." Mu Qianqian's voice was soft and sweet.

"What else?" Fu Yuhuang asked.

What she said was not the point.

"Also." Mu Qianqian closed her eyes and wanted to sleep. "Fu Qikai made me drink a lot of wine. The wine is not good, bitter and astringent. I don't like it."

"Qianqian don't sleep." Fu Yuhuang held her chin, "What happened after you got drunk? What happened? Do you remember?"

Mu Qianqian drooped her head and fell asleep.

"Qianqian." Fu Yuhuang saw that she was heartless, and even more worried, he shook it.

She half-opened her eyes, her eyes were hazy, she looked up at him, pitifully, "I vomited and stained my clothes, and I sneaked into this room to take a shower... Fu Yuhuang, I don't want to talk anymore, I'm fine. I'm sleepy, I want to sleep, you can sleep with me."

Fu Yuhuang saw how drunk she was, and felt a little pity in his heart, "Go to sleep."

Mu Qianqian thought for a while, crawled out of the quilt, lay in his arms, hugged his waist, as if grabbing a driftwood, and finally closed her eyes with peace of mind.

Fu Yuhuang looked at her.

She didn't even have any clothes on, not a single one.

His eyes narrowed several times.

Fortunately, her skin was as smooth as snow, with no traces.

He reckoned that what he feared had not happened.

It's just that the beauty is in her arms, soft, soft, and...not wearing clothes.

It's a visual test.

He had just explained the first time in her hands, the taste of the first eating cloud and rain, and some uncontrollable heat in the body rushed to the brain.

Recalling that electric shock-like taste, eating it to the bone, but still not satisfied.

The blood rolled and flowed down again.

The body is tense and the will is on the verge of weakness.

After all, he was still at a young age.

Fu Yuhuang frowned, held her back, and put her on the bed.

Mu Qianqian felt as if he had fallen from a height, opened his eyes unsteadily, flashed a panic, and grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Fu Yuhuang, don't go."

His cell phone rang.

He thought it was Steward Lin's.

answer.

"Mr. Fu, your flight is at five o'clock in the afternoon." Butler Lin reminded.

Fu Yuhuang looked at Mu Qianqian, who was drunk and hazy, and said solemnly, "What time is the next flight?"

"The next shift is at ten fifty in the evening."

"Help me adjust this flight. In addition, go to Chanel to buy a 170S skirt and send it over." Fu Yuhuang ordered.

"Yes." Butler Lin replied.

He was a little puzzled.

Fu Yuhuang is a workaholic and is very strict with his work.He is also a person with a strong sense of time.

He was still angry just now, why didn't he come out after entering the room?

He even asked him to buy skirts, could there be a woman in the house?

"Aren't you leaving?" Mu Qianqian asked insecure.

"Well." Fu Yuhuang responded.

Mu Qianqian hurriedly moved to the side, leaving more than half of the bed, and patted the position next to it.

He couldn't resist her invitation at all, took off his suit, put it on the bedside table, and lay beside her.

Mu Qianqian immediately leaned up and hung it on Fu Yuhuang's body, rubbing his face against him, "Doctor Song said, you can protect me, you can really protect me."

"Yeah." The sound came from his throat.

He looked at Mu Qianqian, his Adam's apple rolled, turned over, pressed her on his body, and kissed her lips...