Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Jinwei listened vigorously, aggressively, and forced: "Yes, Mu Qianqian, you killed grandfather, how can you still take grandfather's things and spit out what grandfather gave."

Mu Qianqian passed Mu Jinwei and pushed open the door of the ward.

Mr. Mu was lying on the hospital bed, scrawny, with his eyes closed and motionless.

Mu Qianqian felt very sad in her heart, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

She still clearly remembered grandfather smiling and saying to her: "Don't be burdened, even if the Mu family is destroyed by your hands, grandpa will not blame you, it is yours, if you can't operate it, it is yours. You can sell your shares, grandpa doesn't care."

"Grandpa has already stepped into the coffin with half a foot. Grandpa's biggest wish is that you can be happy and happy, and find someone who can take care of you for the rest of your life."

"A man in a high position like Fu Yuhuang is just playing with your feelings. How could he possibly marry you? You two don't match at all. Grandpa is confused and should protect you. I'm sorry, Qianqian."

It was an image of an old man who had cared, distressed, pity, guilt, and anxious for her.

These, after all, come from the love of this old man.

He wanted to protect her, cherish her, and not get hurt in any way.

Now, he is lying in bed and will never wake up again, and in the future, he will be burned without a trace.

She wanted to listen to grandpa again, see grandpa's loving smile, and see grandpa accompanying her again, but it was impossible.

Life is so fragile and fleeting.

She didn't even have the last chance to see her grandpa.

He still died because of her.

How resentful, how regretful, how worried, how distressed, how helpless he should be when he died.

Mu Qianqian stood in front of Mr. Mu's hospital bed, clenched his fists, wept so hard, his shoulders were shaking, and all his thoughts were overwhelmed by sadness.

"Why do you still have the face to cry, Mr. Mu doesn't have a granddaughter like you." Rong Zhenzhu came over to pull Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian kept looking at Mr. Mu and crying, feeling so sad, so sad, sad that she couldn't bear.

Mu Jinwei also came to help Rong Zhuzhu pull Mu Qianqian.

The two of them worked together to pull Mu Qianqian out of the door.

Mu Qianqian sat on the ground, leaning against the wall, crying loudly.

She can't see grandpa again, can't hear grandpa's voice, she wants to be with grandpa finally.

In the dark, Aunt Lan looked at Mu Qianqian worriedly, her eyes were wet, and she wiped away tears.

"Mom, what should I do now?" Mu Jinwei looked at Rong Zhenzhu worriedly.

Rong Zhenzhu looked at the old man Mu on the bed angrily, stepped forward and slapped him, scolding: "You are so confused, you are all granddaughters, and I am the one your son loves. You treat me differently."

Mu Jinwei pulled Rong Zhenzhu away, "Mom, it's useless for you to beat Grandpa now. He is dead. The key is the shares, companies, hotels, and real estate. They are all owned by Mu Qianqian. We only have 2000 million yuan."

"Get her out first, I'll find a way." Rong Zhenzhu said sternly, and took Mu Jinwei out of the house.

She kicked Mu Qianqian hard, "Get out of here, Mr. Mu doesn't want to see you, you can do it, let him die at ease."

Mu Qianqian shook her head.

She didn't see her grandpa at the last time, she wanted to give him the last ride.

"I told you not to leave, made you shameless, and made you shameless." Rong Zhenzhu kicked Mu Qianqian every time she said a word.

Aunt Lan clenched her fists and resisted the thought of rushing out to help Qianqian, she has more important things to do...