Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian tasted his sweet blood and stared at him.

Fu Yuhuang also looked at her, his eyes were still calm, as if it didn't hurt at all, she bit her casually, is it compromise, is it pampering, is it pity, or is it guilt?

Mu Qianqian couldn't tell the difference at all, so he loosened his lips and said sternly, "You can come out now? Does a woman make a difference to you?"

Women are different to him.

He has never been a promiscuous person, nor is he a person who is controlled by Gu Qiinian of his body.

He would rather lack than abuse, so he lived to be 26 years old, and she was his first girlfriend.

Once he identified her, he would not change. Even if other women took off their clothes in front of him, he would not feel it.

Because, as he moves, he only wants her alone.

Fu Yuhuang got up, sat on the chair, and thought deeply.

Mu Qianqian took the opportunity to open the car door and got out.

Fu Yuhuang felt nervous when he saw her running on the road.

Mu Qianqian was going to cross the road. There were so many cars on the road, and it was not easy for Fu Yuhuang to run over to catch her. However, there were too many cars, so she could only run along the road for a while.

There was a red street light in front. Mu Qianqian was afraid that it would be there. Fu Yuhuang was easy to chase after him.

The harsh sound of the loudspeaker caught Mu Qianqian's attention.

She stopped subconsciously and looked at the car.

The car showed no signs of slowing down.

She thought of the previous car accident, in which she lost her child.

Since she lost her child, she has lost Fu Yuhuang, her grandfather, and Dr. Song.

Those she loved, and those who loved her, left her one by one.

What happens after death?

Mu Qianqian's mind was so distracted that her feet froze in place and did not move. Looking at the car driving towards her, there was no panic or fear in her eyes, only silence.

The driver noticed that Mu Qianqian was the same, and it was too late to brake.

bang.

Mu Qianqian paused, her whole body trembled, as if her soul had suddenly fallen into her body, and she recovered.

The car did not hit her, but was blocked by a car that suddenly rushed over.

This car is somewhat familiar, very familiar.

Mu Qianqian looked into the window and met Fu Yuhuang's eyes.

He vomited blood one by one, and the blood fell on the white shirt.

Mu Qianqian stared at Fu Yuhuang, the pain in her heart seemed to be about to suffocate, and the overwhelming pain rushed to her brain, her mind was blank, her eyes were red, and tears the size of soybeans rolled down like beads with broken threads.

She thought she didn't love him anymore, but when she saw him driving a car and rushing over in front of her, spitting blood bit by bit, she knew that she still loved him.

The beating of the heart cannot be controlled by oneself, nor can anyone who loves be controlled by reason.

She still loves Fu Yuhuang, even if she deceived others, she wants to deceive herself, after all... she can't deceive herself...

There were many onlookers nearby, some called the police, and some called an ambulance.

She and him, looking at each other across the window, seemed to have forgotten the time, ignored everyone around them, and ignored the current situation.

At a glance, it is like a thousand years.

Fu Yuhuang closed his eyes and fainted.

"Ah!" Mu Qianqian roared and screamed, rushed to the car and opened the door, "Fu Yuhuang, you don't want to die, you don't want to die, I don't want you to die for me, Fu Yuhuang."