Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang clenched his fingers tightly, his eyes gradually darkened, and he gritted his teeth: "Fu Qing'an!"

He didn't care about how much money he lost, but Fu Qing'an stole the plan, which made him feel bad.

"Boss Fu, who do you think Miss Qing'an sent this proposal to?" Chen An asked cautiously.

Fu Yang glanced at him coldly: "You should be clear in your heart."

He picked up his coat coldly, then got up, and went out: "I'm going back to Fu's house, you stay here to clean up the rest of the things."

Chen An responded softly: "Okay, instructions received."

He watched Fu Yang leave in a hurry, and sighed softly in his heart: "Mr. Wang, you have made Miss Qing'an and Mr. Fu miserable this time!"

He shook his head lightly, sighing in his heart, so many things happened, let's take it as a test from heaven for Miss Qing'an and Mr. Fu, I believe they will have a very good life in the future.

After Fu Yang left the hospital, he went straight back to Fu's house.

The night was getting dark, Fu Qing'an was lying on the bed, staring at the ceiling desolately, suddenly the door opened and Fu Yang walked in.

The woman tilted her head. She looked at the man with a tall body and noble facial features. She felt very uncomfortable. She shook her body and said hoarsely: "Fu Yang, you are back."

The man walked over step by step, his big cold hand fell on Fu Qing'an's delicate and pretty face, and his tone was strange: "Fu Qing'an, don't you think I treat you badly?"

The woman's body froze, and she clenched her fists tightly: "No, you are very good to me. I live in Fu's family, live well, eat well, and dress well. I married the best man in Fucheng. What's wrong?"

The man's black and white eyes were full of pain, he hooked his lips, and sneered "hehe", and his words were sarcasm: "Really? I am good enough for you, but are you satisfied? Are you grateful? Are you grateful?" Have it?"

Listening to the man's every word, Fu Qing'an clenched her fists tightly. She met the man's deep and cold gaze, and sneered: "Fu Yang, what do you mean?"

The man's hand slid from Fu Qing'an's face to her neck, and his strength tightened slightly: "Fu Qing'an, why did you steal my proposal to Wang Wang, why?"

Because of this matter, Fu Qing used to be nervous and flustered, but now that her children have been lost by Fu Yang, she doesn't feel any guilt at all.

She clenched her fists tightly, her eyes were cold, and her tone was mocking: "Well, I stole it from my father, what's the matter? Fu Yang, are you going to strangle me?"

Fu Yang, are you going to strangle me?These eight short words smashed into Fu Yang's heart hard every single word, causing him severe pain.

He tightly clenched his fist with one hand, and then slowly let go of the hand that was pinching Fu Qing'an.

He really wanted to strangle Fu Qing'an to death, but he couldn't.

He didn't expect that this woman's heart towards him would still be the same, so cruel.

"Fu Qing'an, I can't tolerate any sand in my eyes, do you understand? Do you know what I mean?" Fu Yangju looked down at the woman, the corners of his mouth curled up coldly, and his words were threatening.

The corners of the woman's mouth also curled up coldly, she clutched the quilt tightly, suffocated in her heart, and gently lifted her lips: "Fu Yang, since you can't tolerate any sand in your eyes, and I did the same thing, then we... "