Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Qing'an was drinking in a corner, when Wang Wang came and said a few words to her, her mood instantly changed.

She kept drinking, her face was flushed, and her mind was a little groggy.

"Miss Qing'an." Suddenly a gentleman-looking man in a yellow suit came over and looked at Fu Qing'an flatteringly.

Fu Qing'an glanced at him coldly, with a cold expression: "Go away!"

The man in the yellow suit smiled: "Miss Qing'an, is it hard for you that Miss Ye spoiled your situation like this today? Come, let me have a few drinks with you."

As he spoke, his hand was about to touch Fu Qing'an's waist.

Suddenly, Fu Qing'an dodged to the side, and with a wave, all the red wine in his hand splashed on the man in the yellow suit.

The complexion of the man in the yellow suit changed, and he shouted instantly: "Miss Qing'an, I just wanted to have a drink with you, why did you suddenly pour me wine?"

Fu Qing'an looked at him coldly, and said coldly: "Where did you want to put your hand just now?"

In an instant, everyone's eyes were attracted, and they watched this scene one after another.

"Boss Fu only left for a while, and he dared to get close to Miss Qing'an! Tsk tsk!"

"Looking at his posture, he must be drunk."

The man in the yellow suit walked wobbly, and he looked at Fu Qing'an fiercely: "What's wrong? I want to have a drink with you, can't I? Is Mrs. Fu so awesome? Huh?"

As soon as he said that, he touched Fu Qing'an's face with his hand, and suddenly there was a "bang", Fu Qing'an fell hard, and the entire wine glass fell on his face.

Immediately after a "bang", the man in the yellow suit fell heavily to the ground in an instant.

Someone screamed "ah".

Fu Qing'an looked down at the man on the ground, her eyes were empty, with obvious sadness.

Her hand that got out of the wine glass instantly became stiff and slightly chilly. She never thought that she would become the girl she is now.

She took a step back, and the diamond-encrusted high heels shone under the light, giving off a dignified gleam.

Then she looked up and saw Fu Yang. The man's facial features were handsome and cold, and his eyes were deep and dark: "Qing'an, I'm here."

Fu Yang was about to walk over as he said that, he reached out and hugged Fu Qing'an gently, suddenly the woman pushed him away gently, with an indifferent expression: "Don't hug me, I suddenly feel a little sick, really, Fu Yang, Don't make me hate you."

The man's body froze, he waved his hand with a cold face, and the waiter took off the man in the yellow suit.

Chen An looked at Fu Yang nervously: "Mr. Fu, what should we do with this person?"

Fu Yang's tone was cold: "I don't want to see him again."

The simple words and sentences made the people present tremble instantly. They didn't want to see that person again, which meant...

! !They all understand, after all, Fu Yang is a god-like existence, and his words are orders!
Fu Yang looked down at Fu Qing'an, his eyes flickered: "Qing'an, let's cut the cake."

As he spoke, he took Fu Qing'an to cut the cake.

When cutting the cake, everyone was watching. Fu Yang grabbed Fu Qing'an's hand and cut the cake together. This scene fell into the eyes of everyone, which was very enviable.

"Boss Fu and Ms. Qing'an's relationship is really good!"

"Boss Fu and Ms. Qing'an really look like a good match!"

While cutting the cake, suddenly a red liquid flowed out of the cake.