Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian saw that he was untying the belt and connected with the scene in the dream, and had a bad premonition in his heart.

She tried to calm herself down, "Hey, at the dinner table again, aren't you too creative?"

"Shut up, what kind of creativity do you want!" The master said arrogantly.

Mu Qianqian raised one leg, resting it on his shoulder, and wanted to lift his mask with his toes.

The master took precaution, rudely held her feet and pressed them on top of her head, and asked in a low voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Your EQ is quite low, didn't you see that I was trying to please you?" Mu Qian smiled lightly, his curved eyes like crescent moons, and the water in them reflected his appearance.

The master was stunned for a moment.

He remembered that Mu Qianqian never dared to face her, let alone smile at him.

She is now more charming in her bones, and she doesn't even look at him without a trace of fear, like another person who has been reborn.

"To please? Don't have other thoughts, you know, the one who dares to have other thoughts around me is usually the one who will die the fastest." The master warned.

Mu Qianqian's other foot also rested on his shoulder.

Still defensively, he held her ankle and pressed it on top of her head.

Mu Qianqian raised her brows without fear at all, and said provocatively, "This pose looks good too, do you like it?"

The corners of her mouth twitched, with the madness in her bones, provoking the most hysterical male hormones deep in his body.

No woman had dared to provoke him so much.

"You'll die in a while." He loosened her ankles and unzipped his pants.

Mu Qianqian took the opportunity to hook his feet on the back of his neck.

Murderous intent flashed in the master's eyes, and she opened her leg from it, pressing it forcefully on the dining table.

Mu Qianqian groaned because of the pain, frowned and looked at the master, her face paled a bit.

He warned viciously: "If you move again, your legs will be broken."

Mu Qianqian calmed down quickly, "Did you never change your posture when you grew up? Don't you feel bored?"

"I'm just used to being in control. Even if I change my posture, I will come." The master said arrogantly.

Mu Qianqian was worried in her heart that if things went on like this, it would be impossible for her to lift his mask, and she would be... what!

"You don't want to know why Fu Yuhuang likes me?" Mu Qianqian asked rhetorically.

The master looked at her fixedly, really curious.

He remembered that there was nothing special about her other than being pretty.

"Why?" the master asked.

"If you don't let me take the initiative, how can I tell you why? Huh?" The last word, with a shallow ending, carries a certain charm.

The master let go of his hand suspiciously.

Mu Qianqian knew that she only had one chance, and if she missed this chance, what awaited her was death.

She can't be in a hurry, can't show the slightest vest, the master's precaution is too heavy.

She put her foot on his shoulder.

The master glanced at it and did not stop it.

She put her other foot on his other shoulder, pinched his neck, and slowly pulled towards her.

The master's falcon-like eyes locked her tightly, wanting to see what would happen to her next?

Mu Qianqian quickly grabbed the edge of the mask.

The master knew what she was going to do, so he held her wrist with such strength that Mu Qianqian couldn't move.

She quickly took out the dagger from her boots and stabbed it towards the master's arm.

The master let go of the pain in the moment, and she lifted his mask...