Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"Aren't you going to pick up Miss Niya?" Butler Lin asked suspiciously.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes were heavy, "You just need to send someone to pick her up. The reporters have arranged for the banquet, right?"

"It's already installed inside, and Miss Niya will definitely get [-]% exposure." Butler Lin nodded and looked at the rearview mirror secretly.

Fu Yuhuang stared at the tree-lined path not far away, it was too dark and it was difficult to see the look in his eyes.

The red light turned green.

Butler Lin drove the car.

Fu Yuhuang looked back, "Qing Xu, how do you think what you said should be taken back?"

Butler Lin looked at Fu Yuhuang in surprise.

It was rare for Fu Yuhuang to call his name.

Butler Lin asked about Mu Qianqian, and speculated, "My old wife and I often quarrel.

One day my wife got angry, she pulled out the door and left, and when she left, she said, 'If I come back again, I will be your mother'.

At night, she didn't come back, I was a little worried about her and was going to look for her.

She came back, bought a lot of clothes, and said with a smile: 'Son, your mother is back'. "

Fu Yuhuang raised the corner of his mouth.

Does he seem to know what to do?

"Go back to Fu's house." Fu Yuhuang ordered.

*

Mu Qianqian jumped out of his car when Fu Qikai stopped to make a phone call.

Her ass was bumped and hurt so much, she rubbed it.

After answering the phone, Fu Qikai frowned and looked at Mu Qianqian, "I can't take you to dinner, there is something at home."

It's so good, isn't it?

"It's alright, you're busy, you're busy." Mu Qianqian smiled happily, her eyebrows curved.

"I'll bring you something delicious for the spring tour the day after tomorrow, what do you want to eat?" Fu Qikai asked with a good temper.

"It's all right, preferably beef jerky, potato chips, chocolate or something. I'm strong and can help you with your backpack." Mu Qianqian jumped, turned her back to him, turned her head, and smiled playfully.

Her cell phone also rang.

She saw that it was from Mr. Mu, and answered, "Grandpa, what's the matter?...Oh, well...I'll be back now."

Mu Qianqian hung up the phone and waved her phone at Fu Qikai, "My grandfather also called me home, just right, the troops are divided into two groups, and there will be a later date."

Fu Qikai was amused by Mu Qianqian, "I will send you."

"Ah?" Mu Qianqian frowned, "No, I'd rather walk than ride on your bike, my butt hurts."

"I'll get my car next week." Fu Qikai said meaningfully.

"Oh." Mu Qianqian hurriedly waved when she saw a taxi approaching.

The car stopped in front of her.

She got into the car without any hesitation, shook her hand at Fu Qikai, and left happily.

Fu Qikai had an inexplicable sense of loss that lingered in his mind.

*

When Mu Qianqian got home, she found out that her grandfather was invited to Cheng Jia'an's banquet.

Cheng Jiaan was running for governor, and she had seen this news in the magazine "Fashion A Country" before.

Mr. Mu took Mu Qianqian to the beauty club.

Several make-up artists, one for her face, one for her nails, one for her hair.

Mu Qianqian looked at Old Man Mu's sad face, and asked inexplicably, "Is Mu Jinwei going?"

"I didn't take her there, Qianqian, this is the first time you have shown your face as the future heir of the Mu family after your return. Remember, the people who came to this banquet are either rich or expensive. What's wrong, do you know?" Elder Mu asked worriedly.

"Oh." Mu Qianqian replied obediently.