Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

After cutting the nails, Fu Qing'an got into the bed, humming a little song, looking happy.

Fu Yang's eyes fell on Fu Qing'an, with a very complicated mood, he walked towards the sofa.

"Fu Yang, don't you want to sleep in bed?" Fu Qing'an looked dazed, she got up excitedly, and the strap of her bathrobe fell slightly, revealing something that readers love to read but can't pass the review in Ba Zong's novels.

Alas, indescribable ah indescribable!
The man looked at this scene, sparks flickered in his icy eyes, his hands were tightly clutching the sofa, and the tip of his heart was burning hot.

He thought the woman would scream in embarrassment, and then fastened the belt of the bathrobe, but Fu Qing'an blushed, then took off the bathrobe, and threw it out of the bed.

"Fu Yang, people have been waiting for you for a long time, why are you sleeping on the sofa? Do you not love me anymore?" Fu Qing'an pouted, blinked, and her movements were consistent. She looked calm, but her body was burned from head to ear up.

Fu Yang clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged. This kind of Fu Qing'an was simple, pure, and energetic, but it was completely different. He really loved this kind of Fu Qing'an.

Walking over with big strides, the shadow lightly covered Fu Qing'an's whole body. He looked down, and saw the woman's delicate facial features, fair skin, and all kinds of amorous feelings between her eyebrows and eyes. She was very beautiful.

"Qing'an, I taught you to be good and don't always be so self-willed." Fu Yang's voice was hoarse, with a different emotion.

For this woman, his heart is soft, and he will condone whatever she says.

But Fu Qing'an's body was still weak, he frowned as he thought about it.

"Qing'an, go to sleep." His eyes were dark and deep, and his words were helpless.

The woman blinked her eyes, with a pitiful and aggrieved look on her face: "You are not here today. I checked the information for a long time, and the netizens said that I should do such and such things with my husband at night. You, Fu Yang, do you despise me?"

"Don't listen to the nonsense of netizens. What netizens say is not the truth. You don't need to care. Just listen to these words. If you are too serious, what is the difference between you and those people." Fu Yang's hoarse voice carried a shallow Shouting, then lowered her head, and gently helped Fu Qing'an cover the quilt.

The women threw away their bathrobes. She didn't expect Fu Yang to be so indifferent, and she cried and acted like a baby in an instant: "Fu Yang, do you not love me anymore? You didn't tell me you love me when you came back from work. It's all for this sake, you are still so indifferent, I am so sad, you don't love me anymore, don't you..."

Before she finished speaking, the man's voice was gentle: "Qing'an, be good, stop making trouble, I'll be by your side."

"Fu, Fu Yang..." She reached out her hand to stop Fu Yang, her voice coquettish. "You haven't told me you love me yet, tell me quickly."

The man's eyes are full of stars: "Qing'an, I love you, I love you."

He gently kissed Fu Qingan's furrowed eyebrows, "I love you, trust me."

The night is full of stars, the night is charming, and the house is full of scenery.