Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"Are you sorry?" Mr. Mu lowered his voice, but his attitude was very firm.

Mu Qianqian didn't hide the hurt in his eyes, shook his head, and stepped back.

"Okay." Mr. Mu picked up the branch on the ground and waved it on Li Mu Qianqian's body.

Power is heavy.

Mu Qianqian stared at the bloodstain on her arm in a trance, and it was burning hot.

She looked at Mr. Mu in confusion.

The old man Mu waved up again.

There was another bloodstain on her body, heavier than the previous one.

Or if it hurts too much, it will be numb.

She looked at the old man Mu, her clear eyes, blue waves flowing, like a cloudless sky, vast, vast, and deep.

She remembered that her grandfather said that she would never hit her again in the future.

Are you talking about playing?

Mu Qianqian looked at her, a little unable to do anything, took out the majesty of an elder, and said bitterly, "Mu Qianqian, I'll ask you one last time, do you apologize or not."

Mu Qianqian didn't speak.

Old Man Mu closed his eyes and waved down the branches.

This wave, swiped on her face, exhausted all the strength of the old man.

The large scar on her face, blood flowed out, along her chin, down on the snow-white skin.

Old Man Mu's hands were shaking, and he sat weakly on the grass.

"Miss Mu, please apologize. Your grandfather is not in good health. Look at how angry you are with him," said Assistant Yang next to Mr. Mu.

Mu Qianqian looked at Mr. Mu quietly.

Mr. Mu didn't look at Mu Qianqian, he pressed the position of his heart and panted heavily.

Mu Qianqian lowered her eyes, her long eyelashes covering the fluctuations in her eyes.

She walked in front of Fu Qikai, squatted down, and said softly, "Fu Qikai, I was beaten too. Look at my arms, body, legs, and face, all of them hurt and hurt."

Fu Qikai frowned and looked at Mu Qianqian, meeting her clear innocent eyes.

He was very angry at first and wanted to kill her, but now, a strange feeling is flowing in his heart.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong, can you forgive me?" Mu Qianqian said, holding Fu Qikai's hand.

Fu Qikai was surprised to find that her hands were cold, even colder than his, as if there was no temperature at all.

He pulled out his hand irritably.

Mu Qianqian raised the corner of her mouth, and her smile was very pale, like the snow lotus on the Tianshan Mountains, beautiful, harmless, innocent, but also lonely for thousands of years.

"Since it's wrong, what do you mean?" Fu Qikai looked at her and asked.

"I will leave the school tomorrow, and I will never provoke you again." Mu Qianqian said seriously.

Qin Meiqi pushed Mu Qianqian away. "Go away, Qikai, I'll find my uncle, arrest Mu Qianqian, and imprison her for life."

Mu Qianqian fell to the ground.

Fu Qikai felt a little pity in his heart, and warned Qin Meiqi, "Shut up."

"Young Master Fu, Qian Qian is ignorant." Mr. Mu came over with the help of Assistant Yang, "I will strictly discipline and arrange for transfer."

"Let her go to school, it's just a joke among classmates." Fu Qikai said arrogantly.

"Yes, yes, yes." Elder Mu nodded and bowed one after another.

Qin Meiqi stomped her feet angrily.

Mu Qianqian looked at Fu Yuhuang's room.

Fu Yuhuang stood indifferently at the window and drew the curtains, blocking her sight.

Mu Qianqian twitched the corner of his mouth.

Her heart hurts and she doesn't understand.

Forget it, she doesn't want to know anymore.

She is leaving, here, she doesn't want to come again.

Everyone here, she doesn't want to touch again...