Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian went to school after eating a bowl of dumplings.

From a distance, she saw Fu Yuhuang standing under the plane tree.

He leaned against his tens of millions of luxury cars, dressed in a black suit, and played with his mobile phone with his head lowered.

The sunlight shone down from the gaps in the plane trees, forming mottled bright spots that fell on Qing Jun's body.

People are more handsome than cars, a generation of arrogance.

With her head sullen, she walked into the school gate as if she hadn't seen him.

If Fu Yuhuang knew that she was pregnant, he might force her to abort the child.

The baby is hers alone.

Fu Yuhuang watched Mu Qianqian pass in front of him without looking at him, as if he was already a stranger.

His eyes darkened, and he deliberately waited at the school gate for what purpose.

He called out and asked, "Is it done?"

"It's all done. The principal has now notified the head teachers of each class. In half an hour, the list will be available and arranged to enter the computer room." The subordinate reported.

"En." Fu Yuhuang responded, walked into the campus, and followed Mu Qianqian about 100 meters away.

When approaching the class door, a tall and handsome boy stood in front of Mu Qianqian, "Mu Qianqian, I'm Yang Ziyu from class three (five), this is for you."

He handed a gift box to Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian looked at Yang Ziyu, didn't know him at all, and asked inexplicably, "What is this? Why did you give me something?"

"I like you, and I hope to associate with you." Yang Ziyu said bluntly.

Mu Qianqian was stunned, and nodded her nose, "Like me?"

"I've been following you for a long time, you don't have to answer me right away, I'll try my best to chase you." Yang Ziyu shoved the gift box into Mu Qianqian's hand, smiled, his teeth were dazzlingly white, and turned and left.

Mu Qianqian was confused.

"Half-hearted, flirtatious, you are really good at hooking up with men." Fu Yuhuang said yin and yang strangely.

Mu Qian glared at him.

Fu Yuhuang also looked at her, his eyes were cold, without concealing ridicule and contempt, his eyes were like ice, full of sharpness and coolness, and he had already recognized her character.

Half-hearted, flirtatious, and hooking up with men are all derogatory terms.

It sounds really uncomfortable.

"It's none of your business." Mu Qianqian replied bluntly, rolled her eyes, and walked into the classroom.

Fu Yuhuang clenched his fists, and the veins on the back of his hands burst.

Indeed, none of his business.

Maybe she arranged it on purpose to make him angry.

Fu Yuhuang passed the door of their classroom and walked to his office.

"Qianqian, what did Yang Ziyu ask you for just now?" Zhou Zhi asked curiously.

"You know Yang Ziyu?" Mu Qianqian opened the gift box.

"You don't even know Yang Ziyu, right? After Fu Qikai left, he was the school's school curator, nicknamed the little piano prince, and he would perform on the Labor Day holiday," Zhou Zhi explained.

"Oh." Mu Qian replied, not very interested.

She took out a reduced-scale piano model from the box, and placed a piano concert ticket under the piano.

"Yang Ziyu asked you to go to the piano concert at eight o'clock tonight, are you going?" Zhou Zhi asked.

Mu Qianqian touched her belly. She already has a baby, so it's not good to accept others' pursuit.

She threw the tickets on Zhou Zhi's table, "Give it to you."

Zhou Zhi stuffed the tickets into Mu Qianqian's bag, "It's better for you to go, Yang Ziyu is a warm man who can soothe your hurt heart, I recommend you try it out, maybe you will get good results."