Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Qing'an gently raised her arm, and the pain penetrated from the flesh to the bone. She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see the man staring at her intently, with deep eyes.

She put her arms around the man's neck and curled up into his strong chest.

She looked delicate and lazy, and her words were dry and hoarse: "Fu Yang, be gentle next time, okay?"

The man's chin rested lightly on the top of her head, and he said, "Okay."

As he was speaking, his hand suddenly fell to the woman's lower abdomen, and his voice was deep and soft: "I will be gentler next time."

He gently caressed Fu Qing'an's lower abdomen, spraying hot breath on the woman's neck: "Hey, go to sleep."

Fu Qing'an's eyelids drooped heavily, and his breathing gradually became steady.

"What if I have a child?" Fu Yang sighed slightly in his heart, wrapped Fu Qing'an into his arms more tightly with his big hands, and closed his eyes.

The night passed quickly, and Fu Qing'an woke up at noon. She stretched lightly, and the maids washed and dressed her.

The sun was shining brightly, coming in from the window, and shining on Fu Qingan's delicate and beautiful eyebrows little by little. She stood at the window and did a set of aerobics, feeling so bored that she was at a loss.

Aunt Fu came in with a bowl of pigeon soup, and handed it to Fu Qing'an with a smile: "Miss Qing'an, you are still pale, come, drink some soup to replenish your body."

Fu Qing'an smiled lightly, sipped the soup, and smiled: "Aunt Fu, your cooking skills are amazing!"

After she finished drinking the soup, she suddenly put her arms around Aunt Fu's neck and acted coquettishly: "Aunt Fu, can you teach others how to cook? If I can cook, after Fu Yang likes my food, I will grab his stomach , so that he will go home earlier, you can teach him how to cook, okay?"

Aunt Fu watched Fu Qing'an grow up, she gently hung Fu Qing'an's nose, and smiled kindly: "Okay."

She took Fu Qing'an to the kitchen. The ingredients were all fresh and ready.

"Miss, let's make sweet and sour fish." Aunt Fu smiled.

Aunt Fu taught Feng Tianyi how to cook sweet and sour fish, and Feng Tianyi pushed her out of the kitchen, coquettishly saying, "Aunt Fu, let me cook it by myself! I'm sure I can do it!"

Aunt Fu glanced at her helplessly, and smiled softly: "Then let's wait outside, if you need anything, just call me."

Fu Qing'an nodded slightly, blinked slightly, made a mischievous grimace, then turned and went into the kitchen.

She followed the steps Aunt Fu said step by step, and suddenly there was a burning smell from the pot, she frowned slightly, panicked, and quickly called Fu Yang.

After calling twice, the man didn't answer the phone. Fu Qing'an was so anxious that tears were about to fall, crying.

When Aunt Fu heard the sound, she hurried in. She turned over the pot and saw that the sweet and sour fish had become burnt.

"Miss, I can't have this sweet and sour fish." Aunt Fu said.

Fu Qing'an's exquisite and beautiful eyes were covered with layers of watery light, and she hummed slightly: "Who said you can't have it? I'll call Fu Yang right now and ask him to come back and taste it! If he dares to say it's not delicious, Hmph! Then he will wait for me!"

Aunt Fu turned off the fire, and smiled lightly: "Boss Fu is busy at the company, how could he come back?"

The woman pouted slightly, if she doesn't come back, she doesn't love her!snort!
She bowed her head and made another call.