Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang pulled Mu Qianqian into the elevator.

Mu Qianqian tried to shake Fu Yuhuang's hand away.

He held it tightly, and she couldn't shake it off.

Mu Qianqian became irritated, and felt a breath of air swirling around in his chest, rushing directly to his brain. "What are you talking about, who wants you to be satisfied? There are countless men who can satisfy me, and I don't need you."

"So, are you ready to degenerate?" Fu Yuhuang said coldly.

"Self-fallen? What is self-fall? Fu Yuhuang, it's you who don't want me, it's you who targets me, it's you who hurt me to please your woman, or you, do you think I'm unintentional? I'll entangle with you again. It's just self-deprecation!" Mu Qianqian's eyes widened, and her free finger pointed to the place, emphasizing her own thoughts.

Fu Yuhuang felt her anger, her sadness, and her despair.

"Then let's all go down together." Fu Yuhuang also said desperately.

Mu Qianqian shook her hand, but she still couldn't get rid of him, he was like a shackle, locking her freedom.

She doesn't want to be controlled by him, she doesn't want to be bound by him, and she doesn't want to be emotionally or physically entangled with him.

Even if the bowl is broken, even if the jade is burnt, even if the body is broken.

She's been dead once, hasn't she?

Where was he when she was dying?

What he brought her was only hurt, only deception, and only betrayal.

Mu Qianqian couldn't shake him off, so she clenched her fists, used up her fists, and smashed towards the wall.

Her hand, no more.

Fu Yuhuang saw her motive and pulled her hand back.

Mu Qianqian's strength was too great to hold back, and he slammed into Fu Yuhuang's chest.

With a thud, Fu Yuhuang groaned in pain.

Mu Qianqian's heart tightened, aware of her distress and guilt, Mu Qianqian's emotions finally burst out, and she closed her eyes and yelled, "" "What the hell are you trying to do!"

Fu Yuhuang's anger is not small.

Her punch smashed towards the wall, even if he pulled it back, buffered the force, and landed on him, it was still very big.

He was dignified and restrained, but this time he swears, "Fuck, you."

"You are dreaming."

"Then see if you are dreaming."

The elevator bell rang, to the first floor.

Mu Qianqian was worried that what he said was true, she shrank to the corner and refused to go out.

Fu Yuhuang pulled her, she squatted on the ground, and a large group of people came in.

Fu Yuhuang simply picked her up and walked outside.

"Fu Yuhuang, let me go." Mu Qianqian ordered.

Fu Yuhuang looked forward coldly, with no intention of retreating.

Mu Qianqian slapped him in the face.

Clap.

She hit hard, and several finger prints appeared on his fair face immediately.

Fu Yuhuang looked at her and looked at her.

Mu Qianqian stared at her resentfully, without any fear.

Fu Yuhuang put her down.

She thought he heard the sound of the car unlocking when he let go of her, Fu Yuhuang opened the back door and pushed her in.

Mu Qianqian didn't want to be in the same carriage with him and pushed the door on the other side.

Fu Yuhuang took the long hand and closed the lock.

"Ah." Mu Qianqian roared like crazy, "Fu Yuhuang, don't make me hate you."

Between her forgetting him or hating him, he had already made a choice.

"Then hate it." Fu Yuhuang said in a deep voice, his voice sounded a kind of quiet power, like a thoughtful and reconciled...