Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Fu Yuhuang looked at her terrified appearance, moved his heart at will, lowered his head, and kissed her lips.

Mu Qianqian was stunned for a moment, her eyes twitching.

She has to marry Fu Yuhuang, and it seems unreasonable to reject him.

If Fu Yuhuang regrets it and doesn't want her anymore, she will have nothing to do with him in the future.

Then her ruined intestines are all green.

She has only lived three years, and she has not lived enough.

Mu Qianqian also kissed him.

Fu Yuhuang raised a smile, his eyes full of doting, raised her chin, and kissed her lips again and again.

The kiss is extremely delicate, lingering and tender.

Deep in love, I don't care whether I'm outside or whether there are other people present.

Fu Yuhuang's abstinence also had such a crazy day.

He picked her up and walked towards the door of Shengshifenghua.

Mu Qianqian held his arm and looked at the ground.

The dead man had been covered with black cloth, motionless, like dead wood.

There was a faint sadness in her heart.

Human life is fragile.

That man died just like that, and he will never live again. He only has one life, so why not cherish it.

She will cherish it.

Mu Qianqian looked at Fu Yuhuang, met his deep eyes, tilted her head obediently, leaned in his arms, and unconsciously pulled the buttons on his suit with her fingers, "Fu Yuhuang, I want to live for a long time. down."

"Don't worry, the scourge will last a thousand years, and your life will not be short." Fu Yuhuang said solemnly.

Mu Qianqian: "..."

Are his words good or bad?

Listen, why is it so uncomfortable?

Butler Lin opened Fu Yuhuang's door.

Fu Yuhuang didn't look at Butler Lin, and ordered, "Today, no matter what happens, don't bother me."

"Yes."

Mu Qianqian blushed and lowered her eyes.

Fu Yuhuang put her on the sofa, didn't leave, put his hands on the side of her head, looked at her with burning eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, "Would you like to take a bath first? Or finish the bath."

Mu Qianqian's eyes flickered, "Let's take a shower first, um, I'm dirty."

Fu Yuhuang scratched her nose, "I'll go run some water and wash together."

Mu Qianqian watched him go to the bathroom, nervous as never before.

She turned on her phone and dug out the draft box.

In the last futures class, a male classmate watched that kind of video, and she deliberately wrote down the URL, and there were many poses on it.

She quickly made up for it, not to know nothing.

She typed the web address on her phone, many short clips with captions attached.

One of them is called Men's Favorite Posture.

She hurriedly clicked in, a little shy, and muted her voice.

The short film is not long, only five minutes and 20 seconds.

Mu Qianqian's mouth was dry, and after only 2 minutes, Fu Yuhuang came out of the bathroom.

She hurriedly took a quick look at it, and she probably knew what the pose was.

Fu Yuhuang was getting closer and closer to her.

Mu Qianqian hurriedly wanted to turn it off.

Depend on.

crashed.

The picture freezes in the close-up.

The camera was shot from behind, the woman was lying on top of the man, and then, there she saw...

Mu Qianqian's face was red and her ears were red.

Fu Yuhuang saw her strangeness and took her mobile phone.

Mu Qianqian was stunned, biting her fingers.

He glanced at the screen and tapped her on the head with his mobile phone, "This website is full of viruses, how dare you read it?"