Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Qing'an stopped him with aggrieved voice: "Fu Yang, what should I do after you go to work? The house is so big, but I'm here by myself, I feel uncomfortable, I always feel tight in my chest..."

The man Ruyu's eyes were deep and deep, and he smiled slightly: "There are Aunt Fu and many servants at home, and they will accompany you."

After hearing his words, Fu Qing'an frowned, her chest became more and more congested.

The tightness in her chest made her a little restless, her nerves fluttered, her blood boiled, and layers of bad emotions slowly accumulated.

She couldn't bear it anymore, and suddenly slammed the plate on the table to the ground, and the sweet and sour fish on the plate instantly spilled out, and the smell of caramelized sugar and burnt fish in the air became more and more gloomy.

She suddenly swung the plate away, Fu Yang's face darkened, and his brows were tightly knit: "Fu Qing'an, who taught you your temper?"

Fu Qing'an looked at the mess on the ground, her hand that pushed away the plate trembled slightly, and she was a little at a loss: "Fu, Fu Yang, I didn't mean it, I just felt so depressed, I really wanted to lose my temper, I didn't do it just now. Hold on, I..."

The man's face was sullen, and his noble and good-looking eyebrows were a little frosty: "Qing'an, I can indulge your temper, but you should reflect on yourself when you do something like throwing a plate."

As he said that, he strode away. He got into the car and leaned weakly on the seat, his mind a little dizzy.

When he opened and closed his eyes, Fu Qing'an's pitiful eyes were all in his mind. Her eyes were filled with tears, and the strong sense of grievance almost covered him.

He almost couldn't help going over to hug her, but no matter how much he loves her, he has to have a degree.

Pampering Fu Qing'an a lot, he will get used to it, get stuck in it, and can't stand it.

He opened his mouth, let out a soft sigh, and laughed at himself: "Fu Yang, what are you afraid of?"

His heart was restless, he didn't have the mind to go to the company after all, so he stayed in the car all the time.

Fu Qing'an's face wrapped around his eyes and heart like vines, making him at a loss.

The afterglow of dusk fell and came in through the car window, shattering the coldness between his brows bit by bit.

He remembered that Fu Qing'an said that his chest was tight, so he grabbed his mobile phone and called Wang Qian, a doctor in his medical team: "Wang Qian, come to Fu's house and see my wife."

On the other end of the phone, the young woman in a white coat heard the words "my wife", her hand holding the phone tightened slightly, and her brows froze slightly.

She grinned and smiled softly: "Okay, Mr. Fu, I'll be there right away."

Fu Yang hung up the phone, pinched the center of his eyebrows lightly, his eyelids dropped tiredly, leaned on the car seat, and gradually fell asleep.

After Fu Yang went out, Fu Qing'an went back to the room in a daze.

"Miss Qing'an, Mr. Fu won't take this matter to heart, so don't worry too much." Aunt Fu comforted Fu Qing'an softly.

The woman was lying on the table, her face was pale, her eyes were red, and there was a trace of grievance and sadness on the delicate contours of her face.

Her voice was choked with sobs: "Fu Yang got angry, and then he left, I dare not call him anymore."

Aunt Fu sighed softly, and smiled: "Since she was a child, Miss has always relied on Mr. Fu's favor, so she is unscrupulous. You have made Mr. Fu angry, and Mr. Fu will be angry for a while. You act like a spoiled Mr. Fu." will bow their heads."