Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang came in with a cold face: "Didn't Ms. Zhou agree to accompany me to the dinner party? If you don't try on the dress, you will be responsible for the loss of my face at the dinner party?"

Fu Qing'an pulled a wet tissue to wipe her hands, and then looked at Fu Yang, she clenched her fists tightly, trying to suppress the panic in her heart.

"Qing'an, calm down, calm down! You are Zhou Ping'an now, you are not Fu Qing'an, he will not recognize you!" Fu Qing'an took a deep breath.

She also thought that Fu Yang took the initiative to invite her to the dinner party now, and she was confident in an instant: "Just make it according to my size, and besides, I can move to Mr. Fu's next door, Mr. Fu Do you think I'm short of a dress or two?"

The man's noble and jade-like eyes rolled slightly cold and deep, and his words were full of dignity: "Are you sure you don't want to go?"

When Fu Qing'an met the man's dark and deep eyes, he felt that they were like a whirlpool, as if they were so heavy that they wanted to suck her in.

Her body trembled, and the panic rushed into her bones and blood inch by inch, her lips trembled slightly: "I..."

Fu Yang's eyes deepened and sank inch by inch, and his brows were somewhat displeased: "Huh?"

Fu Qing'an's body shook heavily, and she said bravely: "Okay, then go and have a look."

Outside the palace: "..." Little aunt, can you have some ambition?

Fu Yang tugged at his collar coldly, then turned and went out.

The woman glanced helplessly outside the palace, then straightened her clothes, and then hurriedly caught up with Fu Yang.

The car drove slowly and finally stopped in one place.

After getting out of the car, Fu Qing'an followed Fu Yang, her whole body was stiff.

She remembered this place, the last time she picked a dress was at this place.

After entering, Fu Qing'an immediately saw the diamond wedding dress placed in the glass room, which was dazzling.

She remembered that the designer told her that this wedding dress was made by Fu Yang for his beloved.

"Hehe! Ye Yueguan, Fu Yang personally made this wedding dress for you, but you haven't been together in an open and honest manner until now, hehe! It's really ironic!" Fu Qing'an sneered inwardly.

Fu Yang followed Fu Qing'an's gaze, and the starlight in his eyes instantly increased: "I made that wedding dress for a very important person, but she never had the chance to wear it."

The man suddenly regretted it, if only Fu Qing'an had worn this wedding dress when he got married.

After hearing Fu Yang's words, Fu Qing'an's eyes sank for an instant: "Mr. Fu really cares about that girl. It's the first time I've seen such affection."

"She's dead." Fu Yang's voice was hoarse, and he spit out these three words lightly, even his lips were trembling.

Fu Qing'an's body shook, she looked at Fu Yang in shock and doubt: "Huh? Dead?"

Isn't Ye Yueguan alive and well?Could it be that Fu Yang wasn't talking about Ye Yueguan?died?It was her, Fu Qing'an, who died!

The woman's body shook heavily, and suddenly a surge of excitement rushed into her mind, could it be that Fu Yang made this wedding dress for her?
The man's tone was tinged with sadness, and his words trembled: "Well, my wife is dead."

Fu Qingan was so excited that her eyes were red, and her lips trembled: "Here, you made this wedding dress for Fu Qingan?"

Fu Yang nodded slightly: "Yeah." Seeing Fu Qing'an's appearance, his eyes dimmed for a moment.