Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

He actually saw the man who kidnapped him to the island and trained him in the photos of Qian Qian as a child.

Mu Qianqian stood on the lawn, about eight or nine years old.

He was kidnapped when he was ten years old. He stayed on the island for two years, and was rescued by Lei Tingyuan when he was 12 years old.

He was six years older than Mu Qianqian, which meant that he should be at least 14 years old at that time.

Huo Wuhai is not dead yet! ! !

He sat on the lawn with Mu Qianqian's father, as if they knew each other.

One picture after another flashed in Fu Yuhuang's mind.

There is a picture of Huo Wuhai pushing his mother against a wall, causing his mother to die.

There are also pictures of his friends dying in front of him one by one.

There are even pictures of Huo Wuhai almost killing him several times.

Fu Yuhuang's eyes became sharp and murderous, the hand holding the album was too strong, and his fingernails were white.

"Do you know who that man is?" The gloomy cold in Fu Yuhuang's eyes never disappeared.

Mu Qianqian felt that his face was not quite right, and glanced at the album.

Mu Qianqian in the photo is very unnatural, and the smile she pulls out is very unreal.

There were two men sitting behind her looking at her.

"One is my father, the other I don't know, what's the matter?"

"Who took the photo for you?" Fu Yuhuang asked, looking at Mu Qianqian with deep taboo eyes.

Mu Qianqian shook her head, "I was only seven or eight years old at that time, I don't remember."

An imperceptible strangeness flashed in Fu Yuhuang's dark eyes, and he closed the album, "Qianqian, I have to go first."

"What's the matter?" Mu Qianqian asked inexplicably, with a bad premonition.

Well, he lives with her today.

"It's urgent." Fu Yuhuang put his hand on her head.

This posture made Mu Qianqian feel a strong sense of oppression, as if he was in condescending control.

His eyes were deep and dark, and she couldn't see what he was thinking.

"Go to sleep first. Butler Lin should be outside. Contact him later." Fu Yuhuang said, got up, and walked outside.

Mu Qianqian followed behind him.

Fu Yuhuang didn't look back, tilted his head slightly, and called out.

She followed to the door and saw several cars approaching.

Butler Lin respectfully opened the rear door.

Fu Yuhuang got into the car, looked sideways, and glanced at her.

Those eyes, distant and deep, looked very unfamiliar.

The car drove out without any nostalgia, and soon, she was left alone.

She stared blankly at the direction in which the car disappeared. There was a feeling that he would never come back once he left, and a layer of loneliness shrouded her heart.

"Fu Yuhuang is not a man you can control, why should you fly into the fire?" Qin Youlan said, leaning against the door with her arms crossed.

control?

She didn't like the word very much.

Between people, it's good to have heart to heart, don't try to become the person above.

Mu Qianqian turned around, looked at him, and said with certainty, "What I want is not control, I don't need to control anyone, just cherish it."

"Do you think he will cherish you? Mu Qianqian, you have a high self-esteem." Qin Youlan spat out a blow.

Mu Qianqian lowered her eyes and twitched the corners of her mouth, sarcastically, "What is worthless in your eyes may be worth a thousand dollars in other people's eyes, and what is worth a thousand dollars in other people's eyes may be worth a thousand dollars in my eyes. It's not worth a cent, don't use your dark psychology to speculate about others."

"Who do you say is worthless!" Qin Youlan asked.

"You." Mu Qianqian simply said one word and walked towards the living room.