Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Chen An sorted out the documents and said, "It has been spread in the company's work group. For his wife, Mr. Fu broke the principle of never answering the phone in meetings for many years. It is all about how Mr. Fu loves Miss Qing'an."

Fu Yangwei'an leaned on the leather seat, and he pinched the center of his eyebrows lightly, a hint of sarcasm grew in his heart: "Let's pass it on."

Chen An was a bit uneasy, and his tone was puzzled: "Mr. Fu, are you sincere to Ms. Qing'an?"

He didn't believe that a person could throw away all the hatred in such a short period of time, and then choose to start over.

Fu Yang looked at Chen An, the starlight in his eyes scattered and faded, and his tone was somewhat gloomy: "What do you think?"

Chen An's palms were sweating slightly, and he forced a smile: "Boss Fu is right in everything he does."

The man tugged on the tie that was flooding with coolness, put away the long legs that were let out, picked up the suit jacket, and got up: "I'll go back first, you can get off work after you finish processing the documents."

Chen An nodded lightly: "Well, good."

His eyes fell on the floor-to-ceiling windows, the sky was already dark, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows were all luxury and luxury.

He looked into the glass window, watched Fu Yang slowly walk towards the blurred bustle, and finally closed the door of the meeting room lightly, leaving a trace of coolness.

"Miss Qing'an, I hope you will be successful in the future, I hope you will have a good life in the future." Chen An's voice was soft, and he sighed every word.

Fu Yang left the company and returned directly to Fu's house.

The night has gradually darkened, and the moonlight is blurred and hazy.

The man got out of the car, walked in gracefully, passed the garden, raised his head slightly, and saw Fu Qing'an standing at the window of the master bedroom.

The night mist was hazy, spreading bit by bit on the woman's delicate and beautiful facial features, Fu Yang looked at her, the amazement in his eyes was ready to come out.

The beauty is caged by light smoke, and the moon is vast.

Fu Yang's cold chest gradually ignited a roaring fire, and suddenly Fu Qing'an shouted at him: "Fu Yang, you are back!"

She turned around and ran out in big strides, but the maid couldn't stop her no matter what.

Fu Yang was more than 100 meters away from the door, separated by a long white jade staircase. He looked up and saw Fu Qing'an running down, followed by a group of flustered maids: "Miss Qing'an, wait, You wait for us!"

The woman ran down and rushed towards Fu Yang with her legs wrapped around his waist and her hands around his neck.

The clear and heavy joy spread out on Fu Qing'an's eyebrows bit by bit.

The maid chased after her, bowed her head to Fu Yang, and said in a flustered tone, "Boss Fu, Miss Qing'an insisted on running out, I'm really sorry..."

Fu Yang glanced at them coldly, pursed his cold thin lips into a straight line, did not speak, and went back to the room with Fu Qing'an in his arms.

The woman's sweet lips fell on Fu Yang's Adam's apple, and her voice was soft: "Fu Yang, I really miss you so much! I miss you so much!"

The man's Adam's apple rolled slightly, his heart was beating fiercely, and his voice was hoarse: "Hey, just wait for me, I will be back."

Fu Qing'an hummed slightly, and leaned contentedly in Fu Yang's arms, her eyebrows were slightly bent, and she was very happy.

"Fu Yang, can't you spend more time with me? You've gone to work, I'm so boring at home alone!" Fu Qing'an sighed softly, and suddenly her eyes lit up. "How about I go to work too?"