Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The word Gu Qu pierced into Fu Yang's heart like a needle.

The man clenched his fists tightly, he didn't expect that Fu Qing'an had already lost his memory, and he was still involved with Gu Qu.

He is very unwilling, why?Why?
He stretched out his hand, tore off the quilt, and then tightly grabbed Fu Qing'an's chin, with a cold tone: "You saw him, and then? What? Did you fall in love with him? Or did you get along with him? Fu Qing'an, are you Don't forget, my wife!"

The woman coldly met the man's cold and deep gaze, and she smiled coldly: "Hehe! So you still remember that I am your wife? I have nothing to say. I am tired and want to rest!"

She shook off Fu Yang's hand heavily, and then got into the bed.

The man watched Fu Qing'an shrunk into a small ball, and was instantly annoyed.

He really wanted to strangle Fu Qing'an to death, but she lost her memory, and he couldn't treat her like before, otherwise she would just stay away from him.

He stood up and lifted his lips coldly: "Fu Qing'an, I warn you, no matter what happens, you are mine alone! You don't want to be with Gu Qu!"

He dropped these two sentences coldly, then turned and left.

Fu Qing'an curled up in the bed, weeping sporadically.

Wang Qian looked at the scene just now, and she snorted coldly in her heart: "Does a woman like you deserve to be with Mr. Fu? Heh!"

She looked at Fu Qing'an coldly, and her tone was soft on purpose, with a hint of temptation: "Miss Qing'an, I really hope that you and Mr. Fu will be happy and happy for a long time, but let me look at it from a woman's point of view. What Boss Fu did was indeed too much, and what he said was too much, hey, are you sure you want to stay by his side?"

Fu Qing'an's voice was choked with sobs: "Then what else can I do? Is it a divorce?"

Hearing the word divorce, Wang Qian's eyes shone brightly.

She sighed softly in her heart: "Boss Fu, I have admired you for many years, I don't want to see you stay with any woman, and I don't even want you to stay with this bitch, don't blame me, really don't blame me! "

She sighed: "Miss Qing'an, since you have this idea, it proves that you don't love Mr. Fu very much, and Mr. Fu took away your child for another woman. Do you think he loves you? Not at all. ah."

The woman in the bed kept curling up, her voice trembling: "I don't know what to do, let me think about it."

Wang Qian sighed softly: "Miss Qing'an, you can come here as you like, you should have a good rest, I'll be busy for a while first."

She said and walked out.

For the next few days, Fu Qing'an lay on the bed to recuperate, while Fu Yang was busy with the company's affairs, came back two or three times, and left in a hurry.

"Aunt Fu, Fu Yang doesn't love me at all, right?" Fu Qing'an stared at the ceiling sadly, with a look of sadness and despair.

Aunt Fu looked at her distressedly: "If Mr. Fu doesn't love Miss Qing'an, why would he marry you? Don't think too much about it."

The woman didn't speak anymore, she felt that the current relationship between her and Fu Yang didn't need to be maintained.

Her heart hurts so much that no one else can understand it.

She grabbed the quilt tightly and smiled coldly: "Then he loves me, why hasn't he come to see me for so long? He doesn't love me at all, so don't lie to me!"