Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

The address Fu Qikai gave was a mansion in a wealthy area.

Mu Qianqian flipped inside neatly.

The furniture inside was covered with white cloth, as if no one lived there.

She casually flipped through the first floor, but couldn't find it, and pushed open a room in the middle of the second floor.

There is a large bookcase in the room, and the cabinet is full of various books.

The floor is clean, there should be an hourly cleaning, and the wardrobes are locked.

She pulled, but did not pull away.

Someone downstairs opened the door.

Mu Qianqian alertly opened a crack in the door and looked downstairs.

"Mr. Fu, Cheng Jia'an invites you to dinner tonight. He has assumed the post of governor. It seems that he intends to curry favor with you." Butler Lin said respectfully.

"Am I the one who can flatter me if he wants to?" Fu Yuhuang said coldly, walking towards the second floor.

Mu Qianqian was frightened and wanted to get into the closet, but pulled a few more times, but did not open the closet door.

She quickly crawled backwards under the bed.

Fu Yuhuang walked in, opened the bookcase, opened the drawer, took out a box from it, and handed it to Steward Lin, "You give this to Cheng Jiaan, he will like it, I won't go to the evening banquet."

"Yes. Master will come back from the army tomorrow night, will you go to the old house for dinner?"

"Well." Fu Yuhuang responded, his sharp eyes swept to the bed.

Mu Qianqian lay motionless on her stomach, a face suddenly appeared, and she was startled.

"President Fu, there really is someone." Butler Lin reported and pulled Mu Qianqian out.

It's dead now.

Fu Yuhuang was surprised when he saw Mu Qianqian, and said sharply, "What are you doing here?"

What?

Steal something?borrow things?Robbing the rich to help the poor?

These answers don't seem to be very good.

Mu Qianqian looked at him, licked her lips, and said with a guilty conscience, "I miss you."

Fu Yuhuang sneered.

His coming here was not planned, no one knew.

She wanted him to be here, the ghost believed.

"Can you always think about Fu always?" Butler Lin jumped out and interjected.

"You go out." Fu Yuhuang ordered, looking at Steward Lin with cold eyes.

Butler Lin was stunned for a while, why is Mr. Fu uneasy to play cards with common sense?

"Yes." He went out with his head down and closed the door for them, his ear against the door, eavesdropping.

Fu Yuhuang walked towards Mu Qianqian, and the shadow surrounded her in his aura, looking at him condescendingly, "Miss me, why do you miss me? Huh?"

His ending sounds a little more charming and loving.

Mu Qianqian couldn't see exactly what he was thinking, and her mind was blank, "That."

"Which one?" Fu Yuhuang asked.

"That." She said carelessly.

She didn't even know what to say.

Fu Yuhuang stared at her delicate little face, and saw her nervousness and fear in his eyes. His eyes were a little darker, and they were covered with a different color, "You are too dirty, go take a shower."

Mu Qianqian looked at her Mulan skirt, which was covered in gray.

"Why didn't your nanny clean the bottom of the bed?" Mu Qianqian complained.

"Is it my fault?" Fu Yuhuang frowned slightly.

She was afraid that he would frown.

That's right, she was the one who wanted to crawl under the bed, not him.

She glanced at the bookcase and saw the golden pen hidden in the drawer, her eyes lit up, "Well, can you play with me? I'll pay you back soon."

Fu Yuhuang put the pen in Mu Qianqian's hand.

She smiled, bent her crescent-like eyes, and walked into the bathroom happily.

Fu Yuhuang opened the door and ordered, "Go and buy a set of clothes she wears."

"Do you want to buy family planning supplies?" Butler Lin asked.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes deepened, "Buy two boxes."

"Yes."