Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The man nodded slightly: "Okay, got it."

He said he couldn't carry it away, but suddenly Fu Qing'an grabbed his wrist unwillingly, sobbing: "Fu Yang, you are going to work, and you didn't tell me you love me before you left."

Fu Yang's dignified and beautiful face was slightly stiffened, his eyes were deep and complicated, and the facial features of a woman were like vines covering the coldness in his heart section by section.

"You love me." Fu Yang lifted his thin lips, lightly touched Fu Qing'an's head, and then took her hand.

The woman looked at him, her eyes became more and more red, and the tears that had just stopped fell down again, she cried: "Fu Yang, it's you who love me! It's not me who loves you! Are you listening to me seriously? ?”

Her tears fell drop by drop to the ground, making a grinding sound of "tick-tick-tick".

Fu Yang's eyebrows were slightly lowered, and his tone softened a bit: "I love you."

Fu Qing'an grinned instantly, crying and laughing, she gently wiped her tears: "From now on, you will do this every time before going to work, okay? And you will also be like this after get off work, okay?"

Her eyes were filled with tears, and the watery light overlapped with a trace of starlight, outlining deep and shallow expectations.

Fu Yang's eyes flickered, his ten fingers hanging by his side slowly clenched, his thin lips moved and closed: "I promise you, be good at home."

The woman nodded slightly, Fu Yang lowered his eyes slightly, and walked out.

Chen An followed Fu Yang. He looked at the man's deep and cold face, frowned slightly, and said tentatively, "Master Fu, Miss Qing'an is finally back."

Fu Yang loosened his tie coldly, the silky silk of the tie gently covered the coldness of his fingertips, but it couldn't cover the coldness and sarcasm in his blood.

"If she hadn't lost her memory, I really thought she was the former Fu Qing'an." Fu Yang lifted his lips and almost bit out every word from his teeth, the words were deep and deep.

Hearing Fu Yang's tone, Chen An instantly understood, and he sighed softly: "Since Miss Qing'an has lost her memory, she has become almost the same as before, Mr. Fu, just let her go."

The starlight in Fu Yang's eyes was exhausted, he sneered "heh", and let out a shallow sigh: "I let her go, who will let me go?"

His bright orange Oxford leather shoes carved with wing patterns made a "da da" sound on the white jade floor with slight sand, and the sound hit Chen An's heart.

Chen An panicked and shut his mouth wisely.

Inside the master bedroom.

Fu Yang left, Fu Qing'an was very bored, she rubbed her tired eyes, and then plunged into the bed.

The quilt was filled with the smell of Fu Yang's body, a fresh fragrance, a cold ascetic smell, Fu Qing'an liked it very much, so she hugged a pillow and closed her eyes gently.

After lying on the bed for a few hours, then she got up, stretched herself, and sighed softly: "It's so boring, I'll go outside and have a look!"

As soon as she stepped out of the room, she suddenly saw a dozen maids dressed in black and white standing at the door. They glanced at Fu Qing'an, lowered their heads slightly, and bowed: "Miss Qing'an."

"I want to go out for a walk." Fu Qing'an looked at the battle, felt stuffy in the heart, and couldn't help taking a deep breath.

The leading maid smiled lightly: "Miss Qing'an, Mr. Fu ordered you to stay in this room and not go anywhere until he comes back."