Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

His words were so cold that Fu Yang frowned: "Boss Wang is so ruthless that he doesn't even care about his daughter. No wonder he has been in the mall for many years and has never suffered from the slightest weakness of being caught."

Wang Wang laughed loudly: "What's wrong? Mr. Fu is distressed? No, if Mr. Fu is distressed, he won't abandon her at the wedding! You forced her to become what she is now! Tsk tsk!"

Fu Yang's dignified and beautiful eyes gradually became icy and heavy, and the coolness of his fingers squeezed into his palm little by little, hitting the bottom of his heart.

His eyes were slightly in a trance, his body was shaking, yes!Fu Qing'an committed suicide because he was too heartless!

His heart hurts so much!It seemed that there was a big cold hand pinching his life and death, leaving no room for it.

"Since Boss Fu hates her so much, then continue! Continue to force her to death! My Wang family will definitely buy her a good cemetery!" Wang Wang's eyebrows were raised, the corners of his mouth curled up coldly, and he laughed.

Not only did he make Fu Qing'an unhappy, but he also made Fu Yang unhappy!OK!so good!His eyes flickered, he was very proud, he glanced at Fu Yang coldly, then turned and left.

Steward Wang followed behind him, smiling: "It seems that Mr. Wang is in a good mood! Mr. Wang said that, Mr. Fu will definitely feel guilty, and he will definitely not get a divorce. Mr. Wang is such a good move!"

Wang Huan smiled coldly: "Fu Yang will feel guilty, but he hates Fu Qing'an in his heart. This marriage is a grave! Haha!"

Since he designed this marriage, he never thought of making Fu Qing'an feel better, and he will never let her go!
Wang Huang's noble and jade-like pupils flickered with a hint of the age and muddyness of the years, and the eyes were full of light, and then the corners of his mouth curled up coldly, with a bit of viciousness.

He wanted to peel off Fu Qing'an's flesh and bones layer by layer, and sprinkle salt on her wounds. Let Fu Qing'an help her pay back what that bitch owed him!

When Wang Wang left, Fu Yang slammed his five-fingered fist on the wall with a loud bang, almost breaking Chen An's heart.

Chen An shook his body: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Wang has always been like this, why are you angry with him?"

Wang Huang stayed out of everything, treated Fu Qing'an extremely coldly, and now he still wants to mock Fu Yang.

The man's brows were slightly cold, and his thin lips rolled slightly: "What is he like? Why should I care about him."

He gently pinched the center of his brows, his voice hoarse: "When Fu Qing'an wakes up, I plan to reconcile with her. I plan to let the past go."

His words were solemn, with a bit of bitterness in his tone.

"Fu Qing'an, you abandoned me and went to sleep with Gu, and left me. I hate you so much. We're even now. Is it fair to me?"

He felt uncomfortable, as if someone had torn his heart hard, slowly tearing the blood, every inch was sad.

Chen An's face was joyful: "That's good, when Miss Qing'an wakes up, Master Fu will have a good time with her!"

Fu Yang looked at the joy in his brows, and was slightly taken aback. Is Chen An so optimistic about his and Fu Qing'an's future?
Little by little, he let go of the fist hanging by his side, and his slender and clean fingers quietly landed on the cold button of his clothes.

He gently undid the top button of his suit, and a gust of fresh air penetrated into his chest, blowing away his restlessness inch by inch.

"Okay." Fu Yang lifted his thin lips lightly, all of which were shallow concessions, he sighed softly in his heart: "Fu Qing'an, then I will give you another chance."