Hot sweet wife: Mr. President, don't be arrogant

Jiang Muyu looked up, and saw Huo Dashao came in from outside with a large glass of juice in his hand.

"Have something to drink first."

Huo Beicheng saw her staring blankly at him, and stepped forward to hand over the juice in his hand.

"Master Huo..."

When Jiang Muyu saw him, the memory cells in his body seemed to recover in an instant.

She took a deep breath, biting her lips tightly with nervousness in her heart.

Trying to calm herself down, she needs to have a good talk with Young Master Huo about her illness.

Cried a lot and fell asleep.

Now she feels that she can calm down a lot and can take this matter seriously.

Sooner or later, she should make it clear to First Young Master Huo. She was crying and crying before, and her mind was not rational enough. She felt that what she said was a bunch of mess.

"Master Huo, I want to tell you..."

"Xiao Yi, take the child!"

……

The curtains in the room were drawn tightly, and it was already dark, so the whole room was immersed in darkness.

The air seemed to freeze at this moment.

"what did you just say?"

Jiang Muyu's eardrums seemed to be rumbling, and her heart was clenched into a ball in an instant, dripping blood drop by drop.

The curve of the corner of the mouth that was raised just now slowly disappeared around the lips.

"Little one."

In the darkness, she couldn't see his expression clearly with her eyes now, and she didn't know what kind of mood he used to say such a sentence.

"Ha, I'm sure I haven't woken up yet. What time is Huo Dashao? Why didn't you call me in advance?"

Jiang Muyu's voice was soft, but her heart throbbed uncontrollably, her smile was fragile and light, as if a gust of wind would blow it away.

He reached out to hold her hand, interlocked his fingers, and pulled her slightly towards him.

The temperature in his palm was hot, but the breath around him made Jiang Muyu's heart sink and sink.

heartbroken...

……

Why would you say such a thing?
Obviously this child has been growing in her stomach for such a long time...

Jiang Muyu's silver teeth bit her lower lip fiercely, trying to push him away, her voice choked up a bit: "Why?"

"Xiaoyi, no matter who it is, it can't compare to you!"

His voice seemed to come from a distant place.

"Just because of my eyes? It's okay with me, it's really okay. It's just a little worse, it really doesn't matter, the biggest problem is that you can't see it, it's okay with me!"

"And after I give birth to the baby, I can continue to undergo surgery, can't I?"

"Master Huo..."

Jiang Muyu stubbornly looked up at him, even in a dark room, she still couldn't help her pale face, as if a big stone was pressing on her chest, making it hard to breathe.

"Xiaoyi, you are well, it is more important to me than anything else."

"I'm fine! I'm really... fine..."

She breathed heavily, trying to keep herself calm.

Holding Huo Dashao's hand and putting it on his lower abdomen, the already swollen belly could clearly see the smell of pregnancy.

"The baby is very good. Don't want him, Young Master Huo."

Her voice was very soft, trembling softly, her eyes were shaking, her skin was pale, and her lips were unconsciously bitten by her, which reflected the color of blood.