Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian looked at Fu Yuhuang in surprise, "Why are you here?"

Fu Yuhuang looked at her coldly and shook the book in his hand, "Didn't you say you dropped something on my car? I just didn't leave, so I'm here to give it to you now."

Fu Yuhuang handed the book towards Mu Qianqian.

Everyone saw the magazine cover.

Mu Qianqian blushed.

Qin Youlan frowned, let go of Mu Qianqian, looked down at her, her face was ashen, and displeasure flashed across her eyes, "Are you pregnant? Whose child belongs to?"

Mu Qianqian hesitated to speak.

"It's definitely not yours." Fu Yuhuang interjected arrogantly.

"Okay, Mu Qianqian, you are actually pregnant with Fu Yuhuang's child. Grandpa said that if you marry Fu Yuhuang, your shares will be confiscated, grandpa, grandpa." Mu Jinwei shouted loudly.

Mr. Mu walked over with the help of Aunt Lan.

It's miserable, it's getting bigger and bigger.

Mu Qianqian looked at Fu Yuhuang angrily and met his gloomy eyes.

"It's fortunate that you don't have a child in your stomach. Otherwise, do you think it's appropriate for you to hook up with other men in front of the child?" Fu Yuhuang said meaningfully.

"It's not what you imagined." Mu Qianqian grabbed the book in Fu Yuhuang's hand and put it behind her back.

Mr. Mu came over, saw Fu Yuhuang, then looked at Qian Qian, his eyes widened, and he was burning with anger. "Qianqian, go back to my room."

"This book is not from Mu Qianqian, it's from Mu Qianqian's mother..." Before Fu Yuhuang could say anything, his mouth was blocked by a small hand.

"Don't say it, don't say it." Mu Qianqian said anxiously.

"What Mu Qianqian's mother?" Aunt Lan heard the clue.

Fu Yuhuang pulled down Mu Qianqian's hand, squinted at Mu Qianqian, and softened his voice, "Could it be that she didn't give it to you, but your own."

Mu Qianqian felt that his head was about to explode, and everything was wrong.

She was about to pull out her hand, but Fu Yuhuang held it tightly.

There were little beads of sweat on her anxious nose.

"Qianqian, paper can't keep fire. If you hide it or not, it will only intensify the contradiction." Fu Yuhuang said meaningfully.

"If you don't come, you won't get agitated. What are you doing?" Mu Qianqian was irritated.

"What the hell do you mean!" Mr. Mu tapped his cane, and the floor made a thumping sound.

Mu Qianqian didn't want to say anything and lowered her head.

Fu Yuhuang glanced at Mu Qianqian, released her hand, and said to Mr. Mu, "The book was given by Mu Qianqian's mother. Mu Qianqian's mother just gave birth to a boy, and the boy is about a hundred days old."

"How is it possible?" Aunt Lan looked at Mr. Mu, "Isn't Young Madam dead?"

Mr. Mu was also shocked, and looked at Mu Qianqian, "Have you seen your mother?"

"Grandpa, she is doing well now and doesn't want to be disturbed by us." Mu Qianqian said in a difficult way.

"It's not about disturbing or not. She and your father were kidnapped at the same time. Why is she alive? Your father is dead now. No, I'm going to ask now. Give me her mobile phone or address." Mr. Mu said excitedly.

"I don't have her cell phone number." Mu Qianqian lowered her head.

"There should be an address, right?" Mr. Mu was anxious.

"Qingguo Lane, Qingjiayuan." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly.

Mu Qianqian's mother's thoughts are now completely on Mu Qianqian's mother, and he can't care about Fu Yuhuang, and immediately walks towards the door.

Aunt Lan was afraid that Mr. Mu had something to do, so she immediately followed.

As soon as they left, there were only four young people left, Mu Qianqian, Fu Yuhuang, Mu Jinwei, and Qin Youlan looking at each other, the atmosphere was particularly awkward...