Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian didn't want him to kiss.

The scene where he and Nia were in the room came to mind.

He also told her and let her go.

She was angry and pursed her lips tightly, not letting him in.

Fu Yuhuang felt her rejection, frowned, patiently, and moved along her graceful neck to her sweet neck.

He is not a patient person.

It seemed that all the patience had been given to her.

He licked her skin inch by inch.

Mu Qianqian felt itchy.

The warm water hit his face and he couldn't open his eyes.

"I don't want it," she said, pushing him.

He kissed even deeper.

He wants her to.

The big palm went in through her clothes and covered it.

Sensitive she blooms in the palm of his hand.

He felt her body react.

He lowered his head and gnawed through his clothes.

Mu Qianqian felt hot, and the series of electric currents became stronger and stronger, and her back was numb.

He took a bath with Nia, did he do the same to Nia in the bathroom?

Mu Qianqian felt uncomfortable and pushed his hand away, "Fu Yuhuang, don't touch me with your dirty hands."

He frowned, where is his hand dirty!

He took her hand and pressed it on his stomach.

It was already strong, and under her palm, it was like a giant dragon breathing fire.

The temperature was about to burn her palms.

He might also let Nia hold it.

She didn't want to do this, she couldn't get rid of him, and pleaded: "Fu Yuhuang, please let me go, I will definitely not come to you in the future, I promise."

Fu Yuhuang's eyes tightened.

He didn't want her not to come to him.

He liked her to come to him.

He is domineering: "They say they like me, and I won't allow you to take it back."

"That text message wasn't sent by me, it was sent by Zhou Zhi." Mu Qianqian immediately changed her tone.

Fu Yuhuang saw that she denied this.

He frowned, irritated.

He held her hand, went in from the waist of his trousers, pressed her hand, and made her hold it even tighter.

He put his life in her hands.

What this means, only he knows best.

"I don't care who sent it, since you are here, you are provoking me, and I don't plan to let you go."

Mu Qianqian was afraid that he would deal with her.

"You want this?" She pulled out her hand forcefully.

His palms rubbed against his clothes.

She was about to rub off his scorching heat.

Fu Yuhuang pursed his lips and looked at her with a livid face.

Did she despise him?

Just don't want him to touch it?

In the misty mist, he couldn't hide the strong, sharp, plundering and possessive eyes of his eyes.

"Mu Qianqian, be my woman."

"I don't want to be your woman." Mu Qian said defensively.

She walked towards the door.

Fu Yuhuang took her arm and pulled it into his arms.

Mu Qianqian pushed him away.

He was also a little annoyed and let go.

She pushed so hard that she slipped and hit the back of her head against the bathtub.

A loud bang.

Mu Qianqian only felt the white gold star in front of her, her head buzzing, and then it hurt so much that she couldn't sit up.

Fu Yuhuang saw Mu Qianqian hit the bathtub, his heart tightened, and he lifted her up in panic, "Qianqian."

She half-squinted her eyes and looked at him mistily, with tears in her eyes.

Those eyes, with accusations, with grievances, with resentment, with silent sadness.

Fu Yuhuang realized something was wrong.

There was red blood on his palms.

He was really flustered, guilty, remorseful, and guilty.

With red eyes, he picked up Mu Qianqian and rushed outside, "Qianqian, don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital now, and I won't let you have any trouble."

It's him who made things happen to her.

"I hate you." Mu Qianqian said with a cry, and passed out...