Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"What?" Fu Yuhuang stopped and stared at her.

Mu Qianqian smiled honestly, laughing, laughing, tears flowing out.

Fu Yuhuang frowned, "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

It's not that she doesn't want to say it, she can't say it.

Before, she was pressed on the hospital bed by several people, handcuffed on her hands and feet, and some people pressed her body so that she could not move.

Had it been known that she was a clone, she would have been locked up in the laboratory the same way.

That's really not as good as death.

Mu Qianqian's fingers brushed his frown.

Her fingertips were cold.

Fu Yuhuang walked quickly to the car, the car was warm,

The bodyguard respectfully opened the rear door.

He put Mu Qianqian on the back seat, sat beside Mu Qianqian himself, took off his suit, and put it over Mu Qianqian's body.

Mu Qianqian drooped her eyes, her mind was empty, she leaned back on the chair and closed her eyes.

Fu Yuhuang put his arms around her shoulders and let her lie on his lap.

"President Fu, where are you going?" the bodyguard asked.

Fu Yuhuang hesitated for a while, his eyes were deep and secretive.

If he sends her back, he can't accompany her to take care of her.

"Go to the prosperous world." Fu Yuhuang ordered.

The bodyguard drives.

He was afraid of her falling, so he kept holding her.

The shaking in the car was so uncomfortable, her stomach was churning unbearably, and she vomited before she could get up in time.

The car smelled of alcohol immediately.

"President Fu." The bodyguard shouted worriedly, he remembered that Mr. Fu had a slight habit of cleanliness.

Fu Yuhuang didn't see the napkin, wiped the corner of Mu Qianqian's lips with his sleeve, stroked her back, and said without looking at the bodyguard, "Drive your car, drive steadily."

"Yes."

Before long, the prosperity will arrive.

Fu Yuhuang got out of the car with the sleeping Mu Qianqian in his arms. Butler Lin ran up immediately, smelling the smell of alcohol mixed with sourness and asking.

The important thing is that Mr. Fu's clothes are dirty.

"I'll run water for you to clean right away." Butler Lin said quickly.

"No, ask someone to go to the pharmacy to buy the best hangover medicine. In addition, prepare honey water." Fu Yuhuang ordered.

"Yes." Butler Lin ran ahead and pressed the elevator.

Then he looked at the girl in President Fu's arms.

When he saw it, it was Mu Qianqian again, his face paled a bit, and he said at the risk of death, "President Fu, I still think Mu Qianqian's identity is very suspicious."

"So what?" Fu Yuhuang swept towards Butler Lin with displeased, deep, but sharp eyes.

Butler Lin lost his courage and said softly, "Would you like to confirm her identity first? Her relationship with the master?"

Fu Yuhuang frowned, "I don't need to mention this, I know it."

ding dong

The elevator door opened.

Fu Yuhuang walked in with Mu Qianqian in his arms.

Butler Lin wiped his cold sweat, walked in and opened the door for Fu Yuhuang.

"You don't have to follow. When the medicine comes, put it on my table and go out." Fu Yuhuang ordered.

"Yes."

Fu Yuhuang carried Mu Qianqian into the bathroom.

He is dirty.Her body is dirtier.

He put her in the bathtub, unbuttoned her shirt, and took it off.

Her body was as smooth as a peeled egg, with no scars at all.

Fu Yuhuang paused.

A week ago, she still had scars all over her body, and the speed of recovery was unusual.

He went to take off her skirt, and suddenly felt embarrassed, his face was strangely ruddy, his eyes were flickering, he just looked at her face, and even her inner pants were pulled down along with the skirt.

He glanced inadvertently.

She didn't have that on her pants...