Pregnant sweet wife: The president is so fierce

Mu Qianqian pushed open the door of the box.

Except for Fu Qikai, everyone was still there and was about to leave.

Mu Qianqian wore a pink one-neck ruffled lantern-sleeved short skirt.

The novel design of the skirt sets off her beauty and elegance and cuteness.

Jiang Jingtian was upset and said contemptuously, "We're here waiting for you to sing, you're better off, you even bought a skirt when you went out."

"This skirt is a new model launched by Prada at this year's Milan fashion show. It is very expensive. It is difficult to find one, and it has to be pre-ordered." Some students said in surprise.

Jiang Jingtian sneered, "Is it street stall goods? You don't look like a prince in a dragon robe."

Mu Qianqian shrugged, "I don't know if it's a street stall, someone else gave it, if you're in a bad mood, you can go out for a walk while others sing."

"I don't have a collective sense of honor like you do. Teacher Mu asked us to sing. You don't even say hello, are you embarrassed?" Jiang Jingtian rolled her eyes.

"I haven't left yet." Mu Qianqian explained, looking at Teacher Mu.

"It's fine if you don't go, let's go, let's have dinner together." Teacher Mu said in a friendly manner. "Who is in my car."

"I, I." Mu Qianqian raised her hand.

"Wait at the door, I'll drive over now." Mu Qing and several classmates who had cars went to the basement to drive.

"I don't even have a car. How can I be so embarrassed that I want to have dinner with Fu Yuhuang? Will people like you? If you want to fly to the branches and become a phoenix, you also need to see if you have wings." Jiang Jingtian shook the car key in contempt.

"Why do you keep targeting me?" Mu Qianqian asked inexplicably.

"I don't like you. What kind of virtue?" Jiang Jingtian squinted and sarcastically.

Mu Qianqian was annoyed, "What kind of virtue has nothing to do with you, don't look at it if you don't like it, or keep staring at me if you don't like it, that's your own rudeness."

"What do you say, be careful I tear your mouth apart." Jiang Jingtian roared.

"Fu Yuhuang will come later, I want to tell him that you bullied me." Mu Qianqian didn't want to pay attention to her anymore.

"Yo, it's no wonder that Fu Yuhuang will take care of you." Jiang Jingtian arrogantly went to the basement to drive.

Mu Qianqian got into Mu Qing's car, was in a bad mood, and looked out the window.

Mu Qing looked at Mu Qianqian in the rear mirror, smiled slightly, and said gently, "Even if you don't see President Fu, you won't be discouraged, there will be opportunities in the future."

"I'm not discouraged, I'm angry. I ordered 'The Moon Represents My Heart'. Jiang Jingtian robbed it and cut it off deliberately when I sang it. I deliberately targeted me just now. I hate her." Shallow and straightforward.

"There are always people who like you and people who don't like you. These relationships are dialectical, just like futures, a crab, the more bad, the more expensive the more valuable, the higher the selling price, right." Mu Qing relieved road.

Mu Qianqian looked at Mu Qing ignorantly, "It sounds very reasonable, there are both bad people and good people."

Mu Qing was amused by Mu Qianqian.

Mu Qianqian lay on the back of the passenger seat and laughed, "Mr. Mu, I like you, you are a good person."

"Hehehe, you study hard, if you have the opportunity, I will take you to work in Fu's futures department."

"Mmmmmmm." Mu Qianqian suddenly became enlightened, humming a song, shaking her head and looking out the window.

After a while, they arrived at the East Palace.

"Mr. Mu, let's play a game before dinner, shall we play?" Jiang Jingtian said excitedly.

"What game?" Mu Qing asked gently.