Mr. President Dotes On His Wife Crazily

Wen Cheng clenched his fists and asked in a trembling voice: "You... why are you treating me so nicely?"

Fu Ling raised her eyes and glanced at Wen Orange.

"Why do you say?"

Wen Cheng pursed the corners of her lips and was silent.

She thinks it should be because of the child, right?

But, for a while, she didn't know what was wrong, so she didn't dare to say it.

She had a hunch that Fu Ling would definitely be angry once these words were said.

Wen Cheng struggled for a while, but after all, she didn't say anything.

Fu Ling was careful and wiped away the tears on her face little by little.

He slowly straightened his body, raised his hand, and squeezed her smooth cheeks gently.

"What a fool..."

If it wasn't for liking, how could he be so patient and kind to her?

If it weren't for liking, she might not have the chance to keep this child.

But these words, he will not tell her clearly.

Because of some feelings, she has to let her understand it.

The painful morning sickness reaction, with Fu Ling's meticulous care over the past few days, has gradually eased a lot.

When Fu Ling is not busy at work, he will cook some food for Wencheng.

Gradually, Wen Cheng liked to eat the food made by Fu Ling.

Sometimes, Fu Ling didn't cook and she ate very little.

Seeing this, Fu Ling smiled without temper.

"Is your mouth taken a little bit by me?"

Wen Cheng bit her lip and smiled at him embarrassedly.

Sometimes, she touched her belly very defiantly and whispered back.

"It's not that I want to eat, it's your kid who wants to eat..."

Fu Ling looked at her so cute and cute, his heart couldn't help being soft.

He raised his hand and touched her hair.

"I will do..."

Then he got up and cooked for Wencheng by himself.

Since then, Fu Ling has been responsible for Wencheng's three meals a day.

The five-star chef eventually became Fu Ling's assistant, and he would pour dishes and clean dishes every day.

During this period, Wencheng had a very happy life.

Gradually, there were more smiles on her face.

She gets along more with Fu Ling, and she becomes more comfortable.

One day, she even asked Fu Ling with a smile: "Fu Ling, do you like boys or girls?"

Fu Ling looked at her tenderly, and smiled back: "Boys and girls, I like them both... If this is a boy, and if you want a girl in the future, it will be perfect..."

Wen Cheng was stunned, and then she lowered her head, her entire cheeks were suddenly red.

Fu Ling looked at her red and shy.

He couldn't help but smiled, and while she was not paying attention, he took her into his arms and put a soft kiss on her lips.

Wen Cheng was startled, but didn't respond for a long while.

Strangely, this time, she didn't want to push Fu Ling away—

After Fu Ling kissed, fearing that Wen Cheng would be angry, he immediately let go of Wen Cheng, coughing in a low voice and went to the bathroom.

Wen Cheng blushed, and the corners of her lips curled up unconsciously.

Then, to divert her attention, she took the remote control and turned on the TV.

Who knows, a piece of news suddenly appeared on TV.

It was a scene of shooting violence, with smoke and gunfire constantly flowing.

Wen Cheng frowned slightly, and suddenly, she saw a familiar figure on the TV screen.

Her heart sank suddenly.

"Brother Jiang..."

How could he be in country Y?

What happened? How could a shooting happen?