Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Her thoughts were in a trance, and now she couldn't believe two things, that Fu Yang had never had a relationship with Ye Yueguan, and that the wedding dress was actually made by Fu Yang for her.

She clutched her chest tightly, suddenly felt suffocated, and then looked up outside the palace: "I suddenly found the evidence that Fu Yang loves me, and after I found the evidence that he loved me, I was actually a little happy. Isn't it funny?"

Gongwai frowned slightly: "He doesn't believe you, he's still with another woman, he aborted your child, and he keeps forcing you, little aunt, I don't understand why you hesitate? "

Fu Qing'an firmly grasped her sleeve, feeling uneasy in her heart.

Her eyes are rosy: "I don't know if I still love him or not, but when I look back at the past 27 years, I see what he did to me badly, but what I see more is what he did to me good."

She regards everything between her and Fu Yang as an obsession, which deeply moves and tortures herself.

Gongwai was slightly stunned: "Little aunt, I suddenly don't know what the meaning of your life is? You are alive, no matter whether you hate him or not, you will only revolve around him, right?"

Fu Qing'an's body froze, she didn't speak, she drank all the water in the quilt, and then went upstairs: "I'm still sleepy, I'm going back to my room to sleep first."

After a few days, the day of the dinner party finally arrived.

Fu Qing'an received the dress from Fu Yang and put it on. Because she was fat, she didn't feel amazing, but it looked very suitable.

The man was waiting outside the door. As soon as Fu Qing'an went out, the darkness in his eyes dissipated a little: "It's quite suitable."

Fu Qing'an looked at him, and his ears felt hot instantly: "Can't you boast that you look good?"

The man paused, and said with a bit of difficulty in his tone: "You look good in your clothes."

Fu Qing'an recognized his tone, and snorted coldly: "You might as well be dumb."

As soon as her words fell, Fu Yang looked at her gravely and did not speak.

She found that the atmosphere was not right, and instantly felt that the tone of her words just now was too casual, as if she and Fu Yang had known each other for many years.

She frowned slightly and coughed lightly: "The dinner party is about to start, let's go quickly."

She hastily put on her coat and went downstairs.

Fu Yang looked at Fu Qing'an's back seriously, and then went downstairs.

When they got in the car, Fu Yang and Fu Qing'an sat in the back seat, Chen An sat in the co-pilot, and the others drove outside the palace by themselves.

Fu Qing'an stayed far away from the man, and kept looking out the window.

"Mr. Fu, I have to go home before eleven o'clock tonight, because my house is locked." Fu Qing'an said.

Fu Yang's voice was low: "Miss Zhou is also an adult, why is there such a thing as access control?"

The woman rubbed her nose, and she snorted slightly: "Gongba is selfish and domineering. I begged for such things as access control for a long time and he refused to change it."

Hearing that the word "Gongba" is probably a man's name, Fu Yang frowned inexplicably in an instant: "Your boyfriend?"

Fu Qing'an hummed a little song while looking at the scenery outside the window, but didn't hear Fu Yang's question, so he didn't answer his question.

After waiting for a while, Fu Qing'an didn't speak. Fu Yang thought she had acquiesced, and his whole face smelled instantly.