Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Qing'an's eyes were filled with dead gray, Ye Yue panicked and was about to leave, but suddenly Fu Qing'an grabbed her.

"What are you going to do?" The woman's body trembled, and even her voice trembled.

Fu Qing'an raised her head and glanced at the sky, the sky was black, it was so dark that it couldn't reach the bottom, the blackness of the night entered her eyes bit by bit, reaching to her heart.

She pulled Ye Yueguan tightly, the strength in her hand was heavy: "Ye Yueguan, you helped Fu Yang give birth to a son, but what about my child? My child is dead."

When she said the word "death", her heart became ruthless instantly, then she reached into her pocket and took out a fruit knife.

She put the fruit knife on Ye Yueguan's neck, Ye Yueguan's body shook, and suddenly the door opened, and Fu Yang walked in.

Seeing Fu Yang, Ye Yueguan instantly seemed to see a savior. She looked at the man and shouted: "A Yang, Fu Qing'an is crazy! She is crazy!"

Her voice was choked with sobs, and she looked very pitiful.

Fu Qing'an frowned slightly, and laughed loudly: "Fu Yang, look, the woman you love is in my hands, is it fun?"

The tall man looked at Fu Qing'an coldly, the starlight in his noble and beautiful eyes sank little by little, and his thin lips lifted slightly: "Fu Qing'an, what are you going to do?"

The woman looked at the man, and she said very directly: "Fu Yang, as long as you divorce me, I will let her go!"

Otherwise, even if she compensated herself, she would die with Ye Yueguan!
The man's clear and beautiful eyes slipped a trace of coldness, and he let go of the fist hanging by his side bit by bit, and the corner of his mouth curled up coldly: "Fu Qing'an, I told you, my Fu Yang is only widowed, not divorced."

The woman's body froze, her hand slid lightly, and the tip of the knife in her hand instantly touched Ye Yueguan's neck.

Ye Yueguan's body trembled, she looked at Fu Yang with tears in her eyes, she was pitiful: "A Yang, I am willing to die by her sword, if I die, will you miss me forever?"

The man didn't pay attention to her at all, and his eyes fell on Fu Qing'an: "Qing'an, it's fine for you to have a small temper, but you don't need to make such a big one."

"Fu Yang, I didn't intend to make such a big fuss, but it was you, you bitches, who forced me, didn't you?" Fu Qing'an muttered in her heart, feeling extremely distressed.

She tightened her grip on the fruit knife, her nails turned white and rattled.

"Fu Yang, I love Gu Qu, I don't love you at all! I want a divorce! I want to be with Gu Qu!" Fu Qing'an looked at Fu Yang, and suddenly yelled.

The man's noble and jade-like face darkened little by little, he sneered, and said coldly: "Fu Qing'an, then you dance, I, Fu Yang, am a high-ranking king, I would rather have a cold corpse than a traitorous one." wife."

Fu Qing'an's every word was tightly clutched into Fu Qing'an's ears, and the woman's body trembled.

Suddenly Ye Yueguan pushed her away heavily and ran towards Fu Yang. She hid behind the man with a pitiful look: "Ah Yang, Fu Qing'an is crazy, she is crazy!"

The man's eyes fell on Fu Qing'an coldly, his heart was suffocated, Fu Qing'an lost his memory, but things got worse and worse.

They have gone farther and farther.

He suddenly remembered what Xu Zhimo said about my luck and my life.

Gain it, lose it.

"It's so funny!" Fu Yang suddenly burst out laughing.