Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

"Fu Qing'an, how can you die? I'm going to torture you to death! You can't die! You don't even have the right to die!" Fu Yang roared, and then pulled Fu Qing'an up hard.

The woman sat slumped on the ground, the cold wind plundered her body temperature inch by inch, she kept shaking and her face became stiff.

"Ah!—" She hugged her head and suddenly yelled out in pain. "Why did you save me? Why did you save me?"

She was crazy, and grabbed Fu Yang's skirt heavily, her voice was full of crying, tears and snot mixed together: "Fu Yang! Don't you hate me? You let me die! Let me die! Why are you still Save me? Don’t you feel sick that I’m alive? Ah!—”

She yelled at Fu Chaoshi miserably, and every word came out of her heart. After she finished yelling, she threw off Fu Chaoshi and knelt helplessly on the ground, like a broken porcelain doll.

Fu Yang's hands hanging by his side clenched slightly, his fists creaked, his knuckles were stiff and white, he slightly lifted his lips, but he couldn't utter a word.

Assistant Fu was watching from the side, his eyes were red, he lowered his head to wipe away his tears, and sighed softly, Miss Qing'an is so pitiful!Boss Fu and her tortured each other, why bother?
"Fu Qing'an!" Suddenly Fu Yang's big cold hand wrapped around Fu Qing'an's neck coldly like a poisonous snake, he curled his lips in disdain, and his tone was disgusted. "Do you think I'll forgive you for pretending to be so pitiful? Impossible! I tell you! I won't forgive you! I disgust you! I hate you!"

Fu Qing'an's nails were deep in the palm of her hand, she laughed at Fu Yang, the water in her eyes was shattered: "Since you disgust me so much and hate me so much, then you strangle me! Stretch me! Stretch me!"

As she said that, she grabbed Fu Yang's hand, gave his hand more strength, and strangled her neck tightly.

"Fu Yang, I am willing to die in your hands. Forgive me for leaving back then, please." Her complexion gradually paled, the starlight in her eyes was somewhat deadened, her breathing was constricted, and her eyes rolled slightly. turn.

Fu Yang's heart suffocated, and a hole was torn open in his heart instantly.

His body froze, his hands froze slightly, and then he threw Fu Qing'an away heavily.

The whole body of the woman lay on the ground, her face was pale, and the corners of her mouth twitched: "Fu Yang, strangle me to death!"

She looks like a poor lost dog.

Fu Yang raised her for 20 years, and the nobility and arrogance cultivated in the 20 years disappeared in an instant, leaving only the current embarrassed and desolate appearance, which is embarrassing.

The man looked down at her, his heart suffocated, she was once the princess he held in his hands!But she deserved it to become like this, didn't she?
He clenched his fists tightly, his face was cold: "Come here, send her back to the ward!"

The bodyguard instantly stepped forward to help Fu Qing'an up, and brought him back to the ward.

Fu Yang's complexion was pale, and a trace of vicissitudes slowly crept up between his brows. He looked at Fu Qing'an's back, and the scene where she was about to jump just now appeared in his mind. His body shook, and he staggered back a few steps in an instant.

Chen An quickly supported Fu Yang, and looked at him distressedly: "Boss Fu, are you okay?"

"Look at Fu Qing'an! If she comes up here again..."