Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The reporter next to him snorted coldly: "Take back your sympathy! If you still want to continue working, you have to report according to the wishes of Mr. Fu and Mr. Wang!"

On the stage, Fu Qing'an kept begging for Fu Yang, but the man was as deep as an iceberg, not wavering in the slightest, but with every inch of sarcasm on his face.

Ye Yueguan forcibly pulled Fu Qing'an away, but Fu Qing'an looked crazy, and his voice was filled with animalistic cold anger: "Ye Yueguan, get out! Get out! Fu Yang belongs to me! Fu Yang belongs to me alone !"

As she spoke, she stood up, tugged at Ye Yueguan, and pushed Ye Yueguan away heavily.

Her head was hot, her thoughts were chaotic, the suffocation and pain in her heart spread to the nerves and blood vessels of her whole body inch by inch, and her breathing began to be short of breath.

Her depression is about to commit!Fu Qing'an pushed Ye Yueguan, and his body began to become weak.

She clutched her heart in discomfort, her mind was full of the three days that senior Steward Wang took away four years ago, those colorful snakes, silky and silky, crawled on her one by one, she was most afraid of snakes, at that time she I almost went crazy!

"Fu Qing'an, what tricks are you playing?" Fu Yang's eyes were cold and disdainful, and his words revealed strong disgust.

Fu Qing'an's body began to weaken, her eyes were in a trance, her heart ached and she was suffocating, she felt so uncomfortable!What's the point of living?It doesn't make any sense!
Suddenly she ran towards the pillar beside her, and then hit it hard.

There was an uproar at the scene: "The daughter of the Wang family committed suicide!"

Fu Qing'an hit a pillar and his head was bleeding, and he fainted heavily.

Fu Yang's face was cold, and the veins in his fist hanging by his side were bulging. He yelled heavily: "Call an ambulance!"

This is how the farce ended.

The ambulance came quickly and took Fu Qing'an to the hospital.

The guests also dispersed one after another, and finally only Fu Yang and Wang Huang were left.

Wang Wang looked at Fu Yang with a smile on his face: "Mr. Fu's chess move was wonderful! It completely destroyed Fu Qing'an's spirit and heart! Now she is worse than death and committed suicide. I don't think Mr. Fu is happy. If Fu Qing'an He suffered a brain hemorrhage or something, and then died, Mr. Fu is afraid that he will regret it for the rest of his life, right?"

Fu Yang's dignified and jade-like eyes were slightly cold and mocking, and the corners of his mouth curled up with a trace of disdain: "Does Mr. Wang like to guess other people's minds so much?"

Wang Huan instantly raised his head and laughed until tears came out, and then he looked at Du Yang firmly: "Just wait and see! No matter how much Fu Qing'an does, President Fu will only be more and more reluctant to part with her! No matter how cheap she is, no matter how much Mr. Fu tortures her, he won't be willing to let her die!"

He laughed a few more times, walked away, and suddenly turned back, warning in words: "She is exactly like her mother! I obviously hate her mother, but look at me! With hatred, I will never marry for the rest of my life! After all, I ruined myself! So, Mr. Fu, you must not get too deep!"

What he meant was that there must be a limit to both love and hate.

After he finished speaking, he left coldly.

Fu Yang stood there alone, his eyes fell on the blood-stained pillar, his heart contracted suddenly, and a sense of sadness spread in his cold bones.

He squeezed his fist slightly, strode away from the auditorium, and called Chen An with a hoarse voice: "How is Fu Qing'an?"

hospital.

As the night gradually deepened, the lights in the hospital were cold, hitting Fu Qing'an's eyebrows inch by inch.

The gauze between her forehead was bright, strong and wide, making her face thinner and paler.