Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang dropped this sentence and left.

Fu Qing'an lay on the bed, unable to react for a long time, she turned her head to look at the night scene outside the window, her heart ached terribly.

Does Fu Yang love her?Definitely not.

How could a king condescend to love a woman?

He doesn't love her, doesn't love Ye Yueguan, doesn't love anyone, he only loves himself, he is a selfish king, with paranoid thoughts and the coldness of the years, he tortured her into a thing bit by bit .

"Fu Yang, is it fun?" Fu Qing'an tightly clutched the quilt.

Suddenly she felt her chest was suffocated, her whole body was trembling, she couldn't bear it.

"It's this uncomfortable feeling again, I feel like I'm going to die, what should I do? I'm going to die!"

Fu Qing'an clearly knew that this was a manifestation of her depression attack.

Her body reacted violently, her heart was suffocating and her nerves were about to collapse.

She struggled desperately, lifted the quilt, and then stumbled out of bed.

She fell to the door and was about to climb to open it when suddenly the door opened.

A stalwart figure stood in front of her, her vision was blurred, and she couldn't see who this person was at all.

She grabbed the man's trousers firmly, only to hear the man's voice cold: "Is that him?"

A sick and hoarse old man's voice came from behind: "Yes, that's her."

"Oh! It's just a bastard born from something abandoned by the family!" The man snorted coldly, and then walked out.

Fu Qing'an was very puzzled when she heard what he said, she looked up, and finally only saw the back of a golden robe.

With a bang, the door slammed shut.

Fu Qing'an was lying on the ground, she was clutching her fist tightly, and her breathing became more and more constricted: "Come on, come on! Come on! Come on! I don't want to die! I don't want to die!"

Suddenly the door opened, and the nurse looked at Fu Qing'an on the ground, and hurriedly shouted: "Doctor Wang! Doctor Wang!"

Under a big tree a few hundred meters away from the hospital, I was listening to a golden Rolls Royce. The driver was the driver, the co-pilot was an elderly man, and the back seat was a handsome man with a dignified temperament. , a tall young man.

The young man gently played with the wrench between his fingers, and the corner of his mouth curled up coldly: "Uncle, tell me, do you want to care about her?"

The old uncle was taken aback, and he turned his head to look at the young man: "Master, after all, it is Miss's child, are you sure you don't care?"

The young man sneered: "The quarrel between her and Wang Wang was so ugly back then, and now her daughter and Fu Yang are also quarreling like this. Could it be that our Gong family has enmity with this place?"

The old uncle sighed softly: "Is the Sir going to take that child away?"

The young man's eyes darkened, and his words were cold: "Her mother has been expelled from the clan, so what's the point of taking her away?"

The old uncle froze, and nodded lightly: "Okay, then I won't ask any more questions in the future. Do you want to stay here now? Or go back?"

The Sir came here just to take a look at the child, but he was so indifferent after seeing the child.

The old uncle couldn't guess what he wanted to do, he sighed softly: "Since that child is not important to the lord, there is no need for the lord to stay here."

The corner of the young man's lips curled up coldly: "She's my sister's child, how can she be unimportant? Heh!"