Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The man looked at Fu Qing'an seriously, his noble and jade-like eyebrows flickered with a distinct indifference: "Qing'an, Gu Qu explained to me clearly what happened seven years ago, I know you are not wrong, I blamed you I'm really sorry for all these years."

He clenched his fists tightly, his heart ached like hell, this woman in front of him is the little princess he brought up with his own hands?He actually questioned her for so many years and caused her to suffer so much.

"Qing'an, I'm sorry, it's all my fault, I'm really sorry, it's all my fault, I really want to apologize with death, but I can't." Fu Yang kept annoyed in his heart.

After hearing his words, the woman burst into tears: "Well, it's good that you know, I never did anything to be sorry for you."

She clutched the quilt tightly, she didn't expect Fu Yang to know the truth under such circumstances.

She looked at Fu Yang, with inexplicable expectations in her heart: "Fu Yang, so us?"

The man's complexion was somewhat gloomy, and he tightly clenched the hand hanging by his side: "So, I'm really sorry, let it be."

As he said that, he was about to turn around and leave, when suddenly he thought of something, and looked at Fu Qing'an again.

He gently lifted his lips, his voice hoarse: "Qing'an, there is one more thing, our child was removed by the doctor because your physical condition did not allow it, so don't hate me anymore."

He went out after saying that.

He resisted the pain in his heart, step by step as if stepping heavily on his heart, suffocating, painful, and helpless.

After hearing Fu Yang's words, Fu Qing'an's body was shocked instantly, she clenched her fists tightly, her heart was suffocated and painful.

She didn't expect this to be the case.

"Haha! Haha!" She laughed bitterly for a moment, staring at the ceiling desolately.

This is really ironic!
"Wang Qian! I will never let you go! Absolutely never!"

As soon as Fu Yang went out, Gu Qu punched him hard in the face.

"I warn you, since you have already spoken to Qing'an, then you should never approach her again!"

He pointed at Fu Yang, his words were cold and domineering: "I tell you, starting today, Fu Qing'an is mine! She is mine!"

Fu Yang tugged at his collar coldly, with a cold face: "I tell you, no matter what happens, Fu Qing'an is only my woman, and it is absolutely impossible for others to dream of getting her!"

Looking at this scene outside the palace, he smiled coldly: "Stop arguing! I'll show you something!"

As he said that, he showed Fu Yanghe the contents of the file bag to the palace.

The two men saw it, and their bodies were shocked: "What does this mean?"

Outside the palace sighed softly, and he said: "It's true, we saved the real Fu Qing'an, Fu Qing'an donated his heart to my little aunt before he died, because that's Fu Qing'an's heart, so my little aunt has Fu Qing'an She mistakenly thought that she was Fu Qingan."

Fu Yang's body shook heavily: "So, Qing'an died a long time ago? How is it possible?"

Outside the palace smiled coldly: "Fu Qing'an's death report, photos, and the ashes you want, I have sent them all to Fu's house. If you don't believe me, you can go back to Fu's house to see."

The man's stalwart body collapsed in an instant, he looked outside the palace in disbelief, and then staggered away.