Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"I didn't want you to die." Fu Yuhuang frowned. When he saw her being hit by a car, he wished he was hit.

"Really? Then let me go." Mu Qianqian said decisively, and there was no timidity and fear in his eyes.

Fu Yuhuang looked at her deeply, "No one is stopping you."

Mu Qianqian stretched out her hand, "Give me back my cell phone."

Fu Yuhuang looked at her hand, it was small, and the palm was full of wear marks, which had not healed.

The pain of his heart being tugged, there was an urge to hold her hand.

Will she still let him hold it?

"Steward Lin, return her phone to her." Finally, Fu Yuhuang ordered.

"Yes." Butler Lin handed over Mu Qianqian's mobile phone and explained, "It's been shut down after no electricity."

Mu Qianqian took back her mobile phone and didn't want to look at them any more, "Doctor Song, let's go."

Song Yi supported Mu Qianqian.

Fu Yuhuang watched as she dragged her plastered leg towards the elevator.

A thin body that looks exhausted.

He walked over quickly and hugged Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian was startled and slapped him in the face.

The sound was loud.

Fu Yuhuang's face was livid with three finger prints, and he didn't move, looking down at her, there was not much expression on his face, and his expression was unknown.

She stared at him defensively, and said coldly, "Put me down."

Fu Yuhuang tightened the lines on his face, "Calm down, I can let you go or not."

Mu Qianqian pursed her lips, "Fu Yuhuang, you will have retribution."

retribution?

Why does he think he's getting his retribution now?

God knows how much he wanted her to have his child, and as a result, he indirectly ended his hope.

ding

The elevator opened.

Fu Yuhuang walked into the elevator expressionlessly.

Mu Qianqian turned her face away and looked at Song Yi for help.

Song Yi could understand the pain in her eyes.

Qianqian was really wronged by Fu Yuhuang.

"Mr. Fu, let me come." Song Yi said.

Fu Yuhuang's sharp eyes swept over, "I'll say hello to the hospital, you can go back to work tomorrow."

Song Yi paused, "Thank you."

"If you have any difficulties, you can come and find me." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly.

Song Yi did not speak, and lowered his head.

Fu Yuhuang frowned slightly, and his kindness was ignored.

He didn't speak any more.

The atmosphere in the elevator was depressing and strange.

He looked at Mu Qianqian.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were long and curled, like an ink fan. They were beautiful, but they also covered the window of her soul. He couldn't see what she was thinking.

"You can tell me about your master, why should you be wronged?" Fu Yuhuang said helplessly.

Mu Qianqian twitched the corners of his mouth and looked at him, "The most correct thing I did was not trust you!"

Fu Yuhuang's eyes sank, his face very ugly, "So you never trusted me?"

"Each other, each other, you don't trust me, I don't trust you, I almost killed you, you almost killed me, the child is mine and yours, and now it's dead."

Death, the word, is too sensitive.

Mu Qianqian's eyes turned red again when she thought of her child.

When she begged for help hysterically yesterday, begged for mercy, and begged to be let go, no one helped her.

Her child died helplessly.

Fu Yuhuang saw that she was about to cry, and his heart hurt when he was pulled, "We will have children in the future."