Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"A little girl, said you were drunk in the East Palace's box." Aunt Lan replied.

"Do I know that girl? Is she a waiter from the East Palace? What time did she bring me back?" Mu Qianqian asked a series of questions anxiously.

"I didn't ask, I brought you back at six o'clock in the morning, and you still slept soundly. You drank a lot of bars yesterday?" Aunt Lan said distressedly.

Mu Qianqian's heart skipped a beat, and she had a bad premonition.

The East Palace closes at 2 in the morning and opens at 9 in the morning. The girl will either send her back at 2, or at [-], definitely not after [-] in the morning.

So, that girl is lying.

She may have been that person.

Mu Qianqian tensed the muscles all over her body, but she could still feel the strangeness there.

She was dumb and ate a lot of huanglian, and she felt that she couldn't express the bitterness.

Annoyed, regretful, irritable, self-loathing.

People, don't get drunk at the most miserable time, maybe the next second, it will be even more miserable.

Mu Qianqian turned around, went into the bathroom, took off her clothes, and looked at herself in the mirror. There were hickey marks all over her body and the inside of her legs.

She turned on the faucet tremblingly, stood under the water, and washed her body vigorously.

Self-inflicted sin, can't live.

She is stupid when she loses herself in Fu Yuhuang, and she is stupid when she loses herself in a stranger.

She shouldn't drink, and she shouldn't be drunk.

A nameless fire rose in Mu Qianqian's heart, and he casually smashed the soap in his hand onto the mirror.

The mirror shattered, reflecting many of her.

In this world, no one loves her anymore, she should love herself even more?

How can you be so careless and not take care of yourself?

I can't tell the crying in my heart, but I'm about to collapse my own repression.

She squatted down, hugged her knees, and let the boiling water fall on her snow-white skin, which turned crimson.

An hour later, there was a knock on the door.

Mu Qianqian calmed down, stood up, and turned off the faucet.

"Miss, it's dinner time." Aunt Lan shouted.

"Okay." Mu Qianqian didn't want Aunt Lan to worry.

She took a bath towel and wrapped it around her.

The skin seemed to be burned, and when it touched the bath towel, there was a sharp pain, until the scalp.

She has to remember this kind of pain, so that she will have a long memory in the future, and she must not do whatever she wants.

Take off the towel and get ready to change.

There was blood on the towel.

The skin on her body was scrubbed with a bath towel, and it was stained with blood.

She doesn't seem to be doing anything right! ! !

Finally, changed into a wide skirt and went out.

"Miss, I made you your favorite chicken wings, pig trotters, and crayfish. How about you try the crayfish I made?" Aunt Lan said lovingly.

Mu Qianqian looked at Aunt Lan's smiling face. She missed her grandfather and Dr. Song. Her eyes were a little red, and the corners of her mouth raised, "Thank you, Aunt Lan."

"Silly girl, thank you, let's eat quickly." Aunt Lan filled the meal and handed it to Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian took it and took a bite of the chicken wing.

Chicken wings are delicious, but her heart is empty and she has no appetite.

The phone rang.

Seeing that it was Yu Xinzhi's caller ID, she answered in dismay, "What's wrong?"

"I'm going to Kyoto by train at ten o'clock in the evening, and I'm going to attend Fu Yuhuang's engagement banquet tomorrow. Make sure with you, you really don't want to go with me?" Yu Xinzhi asked.

"I don't want to go." Mu Qianqian answered directly.

"I thought that after he took you away last night, what happened to you, it's all over, it seems, it didn't." Yu Xinzhi said with a smile.