Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"What's the matter?" Fu Yuhuang was displeased, pinching her chin, "Who is the fiancé?"

Mu Qianqian looked confused.

Is Fu Yuhuang turning over old accounts?

"That was my grandfather who was lying to you. Last time, he asked me to have a blind date with a guy called a mop. You know, I didn't like him, and he didn't like me either.

He told me that he was in a hurry to find death, and then there is no movement now. I guess, maybe, it has been turned upside down. "Mu Qianqian explained innocently.

When Fu Yuhuang listened to her words, he was relieved, "Why didn't you tell your grandfather that you want to marry me?"

"If I told my grandfather that, he would definitely not agree and he would be angry with me.

One, he was mad, and I felt guilty for the rest of my life.

Two, he wasn't angry, but she locked me up.

Three, instead of locking me up, he just sent me away.

I've thought about it, and it's not worth it. "Mu Qianqian said confidently.

"So, it's still my fault?" Fu Yuhuang frowned.

After her analysis, he actually felt that there was some truth to it.

"You think, now my grandfather is not prepared, I will steal the household registration book tomorrow, and we will get married quietly.

When the raw rice became cooked rice, the cooked rice blossomed, and it bore fruit, I took his little great-grandson home.

For the sake of his little great-grandson's liveliness and cuteness, he is not willing to break up his parents, right? "Mu Qianqian said it one by one.

Fu Yuhuang pinched her nose and squinted Rui eyes, looking fierce, but the strength in his hands was kissing, "Why do I think you are doing bad things, so familiar?"

Mu Qianqian couldn't breathe because of his pinching, and opened her red lips to breathe.

The easy breath fell on his palm, itchy, as if tickling his heart.

His eyes softened a lot, he let go of her, leaned over, and kissed her lips.

After just taking a breath, Mu Qianqian backed away.

"What's wrong?" Fu Yuhuang asked in confusion.

Mu Qianqian blushed and looked at him shyly.

Fu Yuhuang kissed her again.

Mu Qianqian pushed open the car door and went out.

Fu Yuhuang frowned, ran after her, grabbed her hand, and pinned her between the car door and his chest, his eyes displeased, "I kiss you, what are you running for?"

"That..." Mu Qianqian was really embarrassed, lowered her head, and said softly, "I will feel it."

Fu Yuhuang paused and understood what she meant.

Sometimes she is really straightforward and lovely, and she threw a stone on the calm lake unprepared.

He has always been pure-hearted, but because of Mu Qianqian's words, he felt a rush of heat, boiling blood, and tightening his abdomen. "Then go to my place now?"

"It's twelve o'clock, brother." Mu Qianqian glanced at the time in the car and refused.

"Call me what!" Fu Yuhuang raised the decibel, he didn't like her calling his brother very much.

Mu Qianqian stood on tiptoe and kissed Fu Yuhuang on the face, "Xiaoyu."

"Huh?" Fu Yuhuang looked at her fascinatedly, no one called him Xiaoyu yet.

"Haha." Mu Qianqian smiled and ran away, with a lithe figure, with lotus roots every step of the way, turned back, looked at Fu Yuhuang, smiled, and went back to the mansion.

Fu Yuhuang saw her go in and stood under the street lamp for a long time.

The orange light of the lamp fell on his elegant and elegant body, like a small jade tree facing the wind, tactfully and affectionately.

Butler Lin had long been scolded for not wanting it.

He felt that President Fu was really planted this time...