Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

His chin was tensed, his face was as determined as a knife, and his sharp eyes could slash her into a thousand pieces.

She is very tired now, very tired, and her back still hurts.

She didn't want to quarrel with him, she didn't want to make trouble with him, she lowered her eyes, as if she didn't see him, crawled towards the bed and got into the bed.

Seeing that she had completely ignored him, Fu Yuhuang rushed over with flames in his eyes, pulled her to sit up, and asked coldly, "Mu Qianqian, do you know what you're doing now?"

"What?" Mu Qianqian frowned, staring at him and asked.

Fu Yuhuang saw that she didn't realize the mistake, and the flame was about to burn out his sanity.

"I thought you were young and ignorant before, so you would only be with two men..." Fu Yuhuang didn't want to go on, but as long as he mentioned it, he couldn't stand it. It seemed like a big stone was stuck in his chest. hurt myself.

"But you're still fooling around with Qin Youlan, don't you feel cheap? He's your sister's boyfriend." Fu Yuhuang said angrily.

Mu Qianqian was too lazy to talk to him.

Others insulted her, despised her, and pointed at her. In fact, she didn't feel anything.

except him.

Every word of his words would cut the flesh and blood in her heart like a knife, making her unable to breathe when she was sad.

He doesn't want her, why does she want him.

He hurt her, why did she want him to hurt.

She doesn't owe him, not from start to finish.

"Does it have anything to do with you?" Mu Qianqian asked irritably.

A crack flashed across Fu Yuhuang's eyes, and his eyes became cold, "What did you say?"

Mu Qianqian looked at his eyes with no warmth, but felt cold.

"Fu Yuhuang, I want to marry you, not because I like you, but because someone wants to kill me, I think you can protect me.

At this point, you can't protect me, and I don't need your protection anymore. This is the end between us.

From now on, my affairs have nothing to do with you at all.

It doesn't matter whether I'm cheap or cheap, even if I die, it has nothing to do with you. "Mu Qianqian said decisively.

Fu Yuhuang's cold eyes shrank sharply, his heart seemed to be entangled by thorns, pierced into his heart, and it was sore and painful, "Say it again."

She looked into his desolate eyes, as if she said it again, those words cut off all the connection between them like a sharp knife.

She remembered their meeting and getting along.

Zhou Zhi is right, men are like demons among angels. When they like it, they can spoil you, and when they don't, they can push people to hell.

His dignity, his estrangement, his aloofness, played her in applause.

Don't be sad anymore.

"Fu Yuhuang, let's not be together anymore. I'm not the right person in your mind who can stay with you forever. You don't know me, you despise me, and your love is optional. I don't want it anymore." Mu Qian Shallow and clear expression.

He looked at her darkly, pursing his lips tightly, his eyes cold.

Is his love for her really dispensable?

Then why did he give up his job to come here now?

He can forgive her as long as she has one sentence of apology and repentance.

It wasn't that he was dispensable to her, but that she never liked him at all.

Fu Yuhuang let go of his hand and maintained the last bit of self-esteem and pride.

He Fu Yuhuang didn't want any woman, he insisted on her.

"Looks like I'm really nosy." Fu Yuhuang stood up, walked outside coldly, and slammed her door.