Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The man frowned slightly, and his words were cold: "No, you stay at home for me, and you are not allowed to go anywhere."

Every word he said was full of domineering and possessive, Fu Qing'an pouted: "Then I'm like a canary in a cage, I don't want to be like this."

Fu Yang carried Fu Qing'an into the room. He put the woman on the bed, then squatted halfway in front of her, with deep eyes: "Qing'an, you are Mrs. Fu, you are not a canary."

The woman pouted: "Hmph!"

She had already taken a bath and was wearing a large bathrobe. Fu Yang put her on the bed, and the bathrobe on her body slipped slightly, revealing her skinny and white left shoulder.

Fu Yang looked at her, an obscure and deep light flashed in his eyes, and his voice clearly suppressed his emotions: "Have you eaten yet?"

Fu Qing'an's mouth was full of anger: "I ate it! Don't call me, I'm angry!"

The man smiled lightly: "It's good to eat, I'll take a shower first."

As he spoke, he got up, picked up his bathrobe, and walked to the bathroom.

He turned on the shower, and the bathroom was filled with mist instantly, and the water sprayed down from his head, knocking away his sanity bit by bit.

"Qing'an, Qing'an, Qing'an..." He lifted his thin lips lightly, moved his hands down little by little, doing the most primitive movements that any man would do.

His mind was full of Fu Qing'an's face, Fu Qing'an's coquettish appearance, Fu Qing'an's fair skin, his heart was pounding, his blood was boiling hot, and he was trying his best to suppress his emotions.

He frowned, then turned the warm water into cold water, and after half an hour of flushing, he calmed down a little.

When Fu Yang came out of the bathroom, she saw Fu Qing'an was lying on the bed and flipping through a magazine. She slightly swayed her legs, and she had a clear view of the scenery under her skirt.

She wasn't wearing any underwear!Fu Yang's complexion was slightly gloomy, and a gleam of tiger and wolf flashed in his eyes.

He walked over and heard footsteps, Fu Qing'an put the magazine aside instantly, she got up, and then threw herself into Fu Yang's arms: "Fu Yang, you have been taking a bath for a long time!"

The man's big hands wrapped around Fu Qing'an's slender waist, and he smiled softly: "What? Are you angry?"

Fu Qing'an snorted coldly: "I won't care as much as you do!"

She bit Fu Yang's face and pouted: "Fu Yang, you finally finished your bath. Look, my toenails are growing."

She let go of Fu Yang as she spoke, and then shook her feet to show him.

Fu Qing'an's feet are very beautiful, crystal clear like jade, white and tender like lotus root, Fu Yang took a look and went to get the nail clippers.

The woman kept looking at Fu Yang, her gaze was hot, and there were peach blossoms in her eyes, she grinned and smiled softly: "Fu Yang, you are so kind to me."

The man was half kneeling on the ground, and she stretched her feet down and placed them on his knees.

Her feet were as smooth as a delicate and high-end silk handkerchief, and the coldness of Fu Yang's fingertips fell on her instep, and she trembled slightly for an instant.

She looked at Fu Yang with a condescending gaze, slightly raised her chin, with a princess's arrogance in her eyes.

The maid said that Fu Yang was an important figure in Fucheng, but she was here in the dead of night to help her cut her toenails.

A layer of watery light slowly covered Fu Qing'an's proud eyes, she was so moved that her eyes were rosy, and tears fell from her eyes: "Fu Yang, you are so kind to me."

The man's eyes flickered: "You are Mrs. Fu, my wife, I will spoil you now, and I will spoil you even more in the future."