Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

"In my heart, you have always been a bright and dazzling star. You have a good family background, good looks, and good studies. You are the favored child of heaven, don't sit in a wheelchair." Mu Qianqian said softly.

After today's emotional breakdown, the tears seemed to have opened the gate, and I couldn't control it, and the tears were big and flowing.

Mu Qianqian was actually a crybaby. Today, she seemed to cry out all the tears she had forbeared in the previous days.

"Okay." Fu Qikai replied and kissed Mu Qianqian's forehead.

Mu Qianqian called the personnel, "Check out the resume of Wu You, the project team, and send his parents' mobile phone numbers to my mobile phone."

Mu Qianqian hung up the phone, "I invite you to the train station."

Mu Qianqian pushed Fu Qikai away.

Fu Qikai held Mu Qianqian's hand, "My car is downstairs in the hospital, I can find a driver to take me back, and call me if you have anything."

"Okay." Mu Qianqian took Fu Qikai to the downstairs of the hospital.

Fu Qikai called the driver company and explained the reason. Within 10 minutes, the driver arrived in front of Fu Qikai.

Fu Qikai called the rescuer from before.

The rescuers and the chauffeur carried Fu Qikai to the rear seat.

Mu Qianqian watched Fu Qikai's car drive away, waved her hand, turned around, went back, squatted on the ground in the last room, stared at the air in a daze, thinking a lot, a lot.

Minutes and seconds passed, and three hours later, before Mu Qianqian could see who was coming, she heard a woman crying bitterly.

"My son, my son, your mother is not dead yet, you are dead, how can you be so patient, you forgot how your mother raised you so hard, how can your mother survive when you are dead? Ah. Ah..."

Mu Qianqian's heart was sour, she stood up and looked at the door.

A middle-aged man helped a middle-aged woman come in through the door.A dozen people followed behind.

The middle-aged woman's eyes were red and swollen from crying. She saw Wu You on the hospital bed and rushed over, feeling even more excited, "My son, wake up, mom is here, mom is still waiting for you to come home for dinner, my son."

Mu Qianqian's eyes were wet.

Wu You once said that his parents would be very sad when there was only one child in his family.

He really guessed it.

His parents are very sad, the kind of sadness that makes people cry when they hear it.

"You are Wu You's leader." Wu You's father asked Mu Qian.

"I am." Mu Qianqian did not deny it.

Wu You's mother heard that and rushed to Mu Qianqian's body, punching Mu Qianqian's body, crying hysterically: "It's you, it's all you, it's you who killed my son, You are the murderer, you return my child."

Wu You's mother hurt every time she punched her body.

Mu Qianqian stood upright, endured everything, and looked at the middle-aged woman in front of her apologetically.

Her sons are dead, these fists, she deserves it.

"I'm sorry." Mu Qianqian said.

"What's the use of saying sorry now, why is it not you but my son who died, why, you give my son's life back." Wu You's mother scratched Mu Qianqian's face.

There was blood on Mu Qianqian's face.

Wu You's mother didn't seem to be relieved, she picked up the bag and smashed it on Mu Qianqian's forehead.

There are rocks in her bag.

Mu Qianqian was smashed, and only felt a dull noise in his head, a little dizzy, and the blood on his forehead was dripping down...