Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

"Miss Qing'an, you should rest first." Chen An looked at Fu Qing'an and sighed softly.

Fu Qing'an ignored him, her eyes were in a trance, she stared straight out of the window, the noisy human voices, the terrifying sound of "Hoo Hoo", drilled into her ears without a trace.

She clenched her fists, poked her head out of the window and shrunk, then stood up.

"Miss Qing'an, where are you going?" Chen An frowned and stopped her.

Fu Qing'an's emaciated body looked like a paper man under the large hospital gown, and when he took a step, his body swayed, deeply hurting Chen An's heart.

"Do you think I betrayed Fu Yang?" She looked at Chen An and grinned, the vicissitudes and sadness in her eyes were distinct. "Uncle Chen, you watched me grow up."

Chen An's eyes flickered: "Miss, I believe in your character, you should explain it to Mr. Fu."

His words sighed, his eyes were tender: "Go back to bed and rest."

Fu Qing'an shook her head: "I want to go upstairs to blow some air."

Her body was so weak that she staggered and walked out slowly, Chen An had no choice but to accompany her.

The wind on the top of the building whistled and crawled past the ears coldly. Fu Qing stood steadily on the edge of the railing, staring blankly at the feasting and feasting below.

"Uncle Chen, do you mean that if I jump down, I will be smashed to pieces? Will Fu Yang forgive me?"

Her tone was cool, and her words were vicissitudes. For four years, the edges and corners of her nobility and arrogance were smoothed away, and her sadness, frustration, and depression were slowly turned over and pulled, and now she has an attack.

Will Fu Yang forgive me?This is the 15th time she asked Chen An, and she has been standing on it for almost two hours.

Chen An frowned, and suddenly a phone call came: "Mr. Fu."

Fu Yang's voice was hoarse: "How is Fu Qing'an?"

When the woman heard Chen An shouting the word "Boss Fu", her body shook, and she yelled loudly: "Fu Yang, come and see me off for the last time!"

She laughed, with a hint of relief and provocation in her voice.

Chen An clutched the phone tightly, panicked: "Miss may be crazy, Mr. Fu, hurry up!"

After waiting for more than ten minutes, the cold wind crawled over Fu Qing'an's eyebrows again and again, curling up her long hair, covering her eyes.

Her tears fell silently, and her voice was hoarse: "Is Fu Yang here?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the sound of leather shoes stomping on the ground came from behind her.

One after another, the sounds of "rustling" hit Fu Qing'an's nerves and bones layer by layer. She clenched her fists and her body tensed.

"Fu Qing'an!" Fu Yang's eyes fell on the woman coldly, these three words almost roared from his heart.

Fu Qing'an looked back at Fu Yang, her jade-like almond eyes were wet: "Fu Yang, let's get back together? Okay?"

Frost flashed across the man's amber eyes, and the corners of his mouth turned cold: "Fu Qing'an, if you don't make up, you'll jump off, right? Then you jump off, you go to hell!"

The woman was pulling her hair tightly, with a painful expression on her face: "Fu Yang, I love you, I love you! Why are you doing this to me? Why?"

"From the moment you climbed onto Gu Qu's bed, we can't go back." Fu Yang clenched his fists tightly, with a look of disdain. "Just jump if you want to."

Fu Qing'an suddenly raised her head and laughed, the laughter was sad and crying: "Fu Yang, do you still remember? I have been with you for 20 years, do you still remember?"

The man's exquisite peach blossom eyes were tinged with frost, his lips moved slightly, but there was no sound.