Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

In front of everyone, Fu Yuhuang took out the bullets one by one.

Mu Qianqian looked at him who was injured and bled a lot, but still resisted to prove her innocence.

She trembled violently in her heart, stood up, walked to Fu Yuhuang's side, and hugged Fu Yuhuang's arm.

Fu Yuhuang looked at her softly, looked at each other, didn't say anything, but seemed to say a lot.

"Indeed, only one shot was fired," the owner of the gun attested.

"Who killed the young master?" Everyone asked curiously, looking at the hospital bed.

The little master is gone.

The crowd panicked again and dispersed in a panic.

Fu Yuhuang was sent to the operating room.

Mu Qianqian was always with him.

She watched as the doctor took out the bullet.

Her tears flowed.

When Fu Yuhuang saw her tears, he felt even more pained, and said with relief: "Qianqian, I've given anesthesia, it doesn't hurt, don't cry, besides, it's just a flesh wound, it's fine."

These words did not comfort Mu Qianqian, instead Mu Qianqian lay on the hospital bed and cried.

She is sad, for Lang Ling, for the baby, for herself, and for Fu Yuhuang.

My heart was full of water, too heavy and too heavy to bear. It turned into tears and was expelled.

Fu Yuhuang rubbed Mu Qianqian's head gently, "Everything is over, Lang Ling is to blame, you didn't kill the child, it has nothing to do with you, don't worry."

It was not the first time that she saw someone die in front of her, but this time, she really felt that life was so fragile that it was gone if she was not careful.

She must cherish herself.

Because she used Mu Qianqian's own heart, and Dr. Song gave up Mu Qianqian herself to let her live, and she still had to live with Mu Qianqian's own hope.

Mu Qianqian raised her head, sniffed her nose, and looked at Fu Yuhuang, "I shot the waves, will it hurt you?"

"No, she started the matter first. She also shot me. If she doesn't look for me, I will naturally look for her." Fu Yuhuang said sharply, bursting out with a sharp murderous aura.

"If I say, I just want you to be safe, can I rest in peace?" Mu Qianqian said worriedly.

Fu Yuhuang rubbed Mu Qianqian's face, the corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his eyes brightened, "Are you worried about me?"

"I'm worried, I'm very worried, I don't want you to die, and I don't want you to have any more revenge." Mu Qianqian said choked up.

Fu Yuhuang's smile widened a bit.

Is he a blessing in disguise?

"I won't die, and I still have to take care of you. Are you willing to let me take care of you for the rest of your life?" Fu Yuhuang said while the iron was hot.

Mu nodded lightly.

She wanted to follow her heart, "I will take care of you all my life, but you can't lie to me and hurt me. If one day you don't like me, you can't abandon me. Actually, I'm stingy."

"Well." Fu Yuhuang nodded her nose in a good mood and promised, "Even if I abandon my career and reputation, I will not abandon you, I swear."

"What if it was abandoned?" Mu Qianqian asked insecurely.

"Then you will be killed by a car." Fu Yuhuang said without hesitation.

Mu Qianqian held Fu Yuhuang's hand and was about to speak.

"Dong dong dong." There was a knock on the door.

Butler Lin pushed open the door and came in, worriedly reporting: "Mr. Fu, it's not good, General Yu is here."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yu Chen walked in, raised his pistol, pointed it at Fu Yuhuang, and said angrily: "Fu Yuhuang, you killed my son, I want you to be buried with me now!"