Lucky pregnant sweet wife: Imperial president you are so bad!

Yu mu'an suddenly held the wall and turned pale. He staggered and asked again, "Mom Zhang, how much is it?"

"Less than 100 million."

"Cough..." Yu mu'an coughed uncontrollably. He covered his chest and almost wanted to vomit blood. He squatted on the ground and reached out to touch the broken residue of the vase. His eyes were empty and muttered, "it's over, it's over..."

"Miss Yu, what are you doing?" Mother Zhang hurriedly went to help Yu mu'an and advised, "the ground is full of debris. Don't stab yourself!"

"Feng Yan is going to kill me..." Yu mu'an couldn't get up on the ground. He was very cold and cold.

"No, no!" Although mother Zhang was afraid, she tried to calm her mood and advised Yu mu'an: "Miss Yu, you are pregnant with Mr. Feng's child now. He must be very kind to your baby. Even if you break a bottle, it's all right!"

"My children and I add up to less than 100 million! Not even a change! " With a sad face, Yu mu'an grabbed several pieces of debris and asked, "is there glue? Can I glue it up? "

"Oh, Miss Yu, you can't touch this fragment! Get your hand carefully! " Mother Zhang threw the pieces back and said, "Miss Yu, you are also careless. When Mr. Feng comes back, you explain to him. He won't blame you! As the saying goes, a mother's son is expensive. You'll be fine now! "

Mother and son are expensive? children? children!

In my mind, Yu mu'an quickly grabbed mother Zhang's arm, "mother Zhang, come on, find me a dress!"

"What clothes?" Mother Zhang asked suspiciously.

"Maternity clothes! I want maternity clothes! "

Dihao group headquarters.

Feng Yan sat in his office reading documents, his back to the glass window, and his body was shrouded in the sunset. With a pen in his articulated hand, he sat straight and his side face was three-dimensional and charming. Sometimes he frowned and sometimes wrote and drew on paper. Every action was full of charm. It's a pity that no one appreciates such a "beautiful scenery", and Feng Yan himself is not aware of it, because he is so busy that he can't rest except for drinking water. When a person stands at the top of the world to enjoy glory, the price behind it is often extremely painful. And Feng Yan lost not only time

Bell bell!

The landline on the table rang. Feng Yan didn't lift his head. He pressed the hands-free button and asked, "what's up."

Leng Shaoqing's voice through the receiver, "Mr. Feng, just now the little white house called to ask Mr. Feng if you can go back."

"Call the little white house?" Feng Yan frowned, raised his head and stared at the telephone, "how could the little white house call and ask this?" His whereabouts have always been decided by himself, because there are no important people. Whether he goes to the little white house or not is up to him. It's the first time to call him and ask him.

"Er... Probably, Miss Yu asked."

Miss Yu? oh Yu Muan!

Feng Yan suddenly realized that he had forgotten Yu mu'an. He straightened up and asked, "Yu mu'an has something to do with me?"

"Just simply ask if you can go back." Leng Shaoqing's voice smiled.

Feng Yan raised his eyebrows. "Don't let me hear your malicious voice. Tell her I'll go back." Go back and see what the restless little girl wants to do.

"OK, I'll convey it right away."

"Wait a minute!" Feng Yan stopped Leng Shaoqing from hanging up in time and pondered for a long time, "has anyone found it?"

"... No."

"No news at all?" Feng Yan was a little angry and couldn't believe it.

"My subordinates are incompetent."

Feng Yan pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, "keep looking."

"Yes, Mr. Feng."

Hung up the phone, Feng Yan's thoughts couldn't concentrate for a moment. He stared at a point in the distance and fell into meditation.

"Feng Yan really wants to come back?" In the little white house, Yu mu'an got the news from Zhang's mother and immediately went on alert. He told Zhang's mother: "Mom Zhang, let someone prepare Feng Yan's favorite dishes. Everything he likes to eat is ready. I'm responsible for the money. Don't be afraid of too much!"

Mother Zhang smiled so that the wrinkles on her face became dense, nodded repeatedly, and thought: Miss Yu is very kind to Mr. Feng!

Yu mu'an said, holding the maternity clothes he had just got, he went upstairs, feeling extremely nervous. Put your hand on your lower abdomen and touch it. The child smashed it. Mom lent it to you!

When the night was getting dark, Yu mu'an was sitting in the living room of the main building in broad maternity clothes, guarding the table full of delicious food, but he had no appetite.

"Miss Yu, Mr. Feng's car has arrived!"

At this time, mother Zhang came in from the outside and smiled, "I'll go into the villa right away."

"Ah? Really? " Yu mu'an suddenly sat up from his luxurious chair and trotted out, "I'll pick him up!"

Feng Yan opened the door and walked out of the luxury car with long legs. As soon as he looked up, he saw a small figure running towards him. With a smile and warmth, it seemed to melt his heart together.

Yu mu'an ran to Feng Yan as gracefully as possible and hurriedly opened his mouth. The dog leg looked up and smiled, "are you tired after a day's work? Is it hot? Dinner is ready, my father! "

Ka

Feng Yan was just about to take a step. When he heard Yu mu'an's last four words, he shook his hand and stumbled at his feet. He almost fell down. His chin almost fell down. He gritted his teeth and said angrily, "Yu mu'an, what are you calling me?"

"His father!" Yu mu'an said of course. He reached out and touched his lower abdomen. He deliberately said sweetly, "baby, look, your father is back!"

Feng Yan subconsciously looked at Yu mu'an's flat abdomen and frowned, "Yu mu'an, are you crazy?"

Yu mu'an almost got angry when he took a smoke from the corner of his mouth. He thought: shouldn't this rich man speak properly, be gentle and generous? Why does Feng Yan curse people when he opens his mouth? Alas, whatever. If she hadn't broken the vase, she wouldn't have flattered Feng Yan! Shinobi! Be patient!

"Ha ha..." Yu mu'an smiled pleasantly, "Mr. Feng, what are you talking about? Don't you want children? I'm not following your instructions! Isn't it? "

Feng Yan glanced at Yu mu'an and opened his thin lips, "why? Not hard, but soft now? Please me so that I can let you go? Oh... Yu mu'an, I'm famous for not eating hard and soft. Anyway, I'm going to fix your baby, so... Don't follow me. " With that, Feng Yan shook his sleeves and strode away.

"Hey!" Yu mu'an shouted after he knew it. Looking at Feng Yan a few steps away, he hurriedly took steps to chase after him, "Mr. Feng! Mr. Feng, wait for me! His father, wait for me! "

Another stumble, Feng Yan heard the word "his father" and wanted to break Yu mu'an's neck.

If the child wasn't in her stomach, he would do it!