The Wife Is Like Fire: the President of Hidden Marriage Is Sultry!

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Mu Wanqing was devoting himself to composing a new song, but the bedroom door was knocked suddenly, she put down her pencil and said, "Please come in."

Steward Pan opened the door, holding a few bowls of porridge in his hand.

Standing at the door, he seemed to be hesitating to come in, his face was full of sadness and worry.

"Steward Pan, what's the matter with you?" Mu Wanqing wondered.

Steward Pan sighed deeply, and walked into the ward very slowly as if his legs were filled with lead.

He put the porridge in front of Mu Wanqing, "Miss Mu, I specially ordered the kitchen to cook some porridge for you..."

Steward Pan looked at Mu Wanqing's complexion and paused.

"This is nourishing porridge, this is nourishing blood porridge, this is nourishing spleen porridge, this is nourishing heart porridge... There are many more, I don't know which one you need."

Mu Wan twitched the corner of his eyes twice.

She looked at all kinds of porridge, and for a moment she was puzzled, "Steward Pan, what are you doing?"

Does she look... like she needs a lot of repairs?

"Miss Mu, don't lie to us."

Steward Pan looked at her worriedly, "We all know."

On the Internet, there has been an uproar about Tian Hou Qingchen's terminal illness, and now almost all the fans are huddled together and start crying.

It seemed that Tian Hou Qingchen was really about to die soon.

"Know what?" Mu Wanqing was still trapped.

She looked at the porridge that nourishes her body, and an ominous premonition suddenly rose in her heart, so she suddenly stood up.

The girl looked at Steward Pan, her eyes opened slightly, "What happened? What do you know?"

Seeing Mu Wanqing, Steward Pan really didn't seem to know.

He then took out his phone, turned out today's Weibo hot topic ranking list, and handed it to Mu Wanqing.

"Miss Mu, this matter has now spread..."

Steward Pan reminded in a low voice, but deep in his heart, he was still more worried about his wife's body.

I don't know if the young master will go crazy.

Mu Wanqing looked at the two bold red headings, and then staggered back, "When did it happen?"

The first reaction in her heart was that she couldn't help it.

Ye Yuchen...may already know.

So what kind of crazy behavior will he make after he knows it, and will he pay his life for it again?

"This morning." Steward Pan said truthfully.

He looked at Mu Wanqing carefully, and asked, "So... is this true?"

"What's the real thing!" The girl was a little flustered, avoiding his sight, and even turned around, "I didn't know I had written such hypocritical and sad lyrics."

Mu Wanqing with hands on hips, "You look at me like an internet celebrity singer looking up at the sky forty-five degrees?"

Steward Pan: "..."

It was so reasonable that he couldn't refute it.

Mu Wanqing turned around suddenly and looked at him solemnly, "This is fake, this is not my song."

The little angel murmured, "Open your eyes and talk nonsense..."

Mu Wanqing closed his eyes very cooperatively, "Steward Pan, you have to know that online public opinion is terrible now... I know that as an old man, you may be naive, but you can't believe it all."

Steward Pan looked at the girl in circles.

He doesn't know who to trust now, but is it right to replenish the body?

"Miss Mu, should I tell the kitchen again... to prepare you some other soup or porridge?" he asked.

"No." Mu Wanqing opened her eyes suddenly, and refused, "I am not sick, and I am in good health. Qiao Xiaowei will handle this matter!"