Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

It took a long time for Fu Yang to calm down.

Fu Qing'an tightly clutched her chest, panting heavily: "Fu Yang, I want to rest, you go out."

Her tone calmed down, but there was a distinct sense of desolation.

Fu Yang saw that Fu Qing'an's eyes were full of ashes, his heart was suffocated, and he said "sorry" softly.

Fu Qing'an's voice was hoarse: "Go out."

"Okay." The man nodded slightly, and then walked out.

Fu Qing'an leaned against the wall, she gathered her clothes, buried her head in her knees, and sighed softly: "Fu Yang, don't torture me."

There are still seven days before Fu Qing'an's birthday, and she hasn't seen Fu Yang for the next week.

It wasn't until her 25th birthday that Fu Yang appeared in her room.

After she changed into her dress, she saw Fu Yang in a neat suit as soon as she came out. The man's body was stalwart, his facial features were good-looking, and his temperament was noble, which was eye-catching at a glance.

She wore a sequined gown with an open back that flared out like a regal princess.

Fu Yang looked at her with amazement in his eyes.

Aunt Fu exclaimed "Wow!"

Fu Qing'an looked at herself in the mirror, her delicate and beautiful facial features were filled with distinct sense of sadness: "It's just a pair of eyes, a nose and a mouth, so what's so strange about it."

Then she turned and looked at Fu Yang: "Let's go out."

As she spoke, she walked away, and suddenly Fu Yang grabbed her wrist, and she was taken aback: "Huh? What's the matter?"

There were countless stars shining in the man's eyes: "Qing'an, you are so pretty."

Fu Qing'an's face was slightly red, and when she lowered her head, she was suddenly hugged by Princess Fu Yang, and her feet were empty.

She struggled slightly: "I can walk by myself."

"I'll hug you." The three simple words, with a hint of domineering meaning, could not be refused by Fu Qing'an.

Aunt Fu watched this scene with a smile, and quickly chased after her, and put a coat on Fu Qing'an: "Miss, be careful not to catch a cold!"

Fu Yang carried Fu Qing'an downstairs, then went out, and carried her into the car.

The woman tightly clutched the down jacket on her body. She took a deep look at Fu Yang and sighed: "Fu Yang, I'm suddenly not sure."

The man's noble and jade-like eyebrows were slightly lowered: "Huh? What does this mean?"

Fu Qing'an shook her head, but said nothing.

She was suddenly not sure if Fu Yang loved her or not.

She used to think that Fu Yang didn't love her, but Fu Yang acted to love her again, saying that he loved her, but the details of his not loving her were so clear.

"Fu Yang, Fu Yang, what exactly do you want? Don't torture me anymore! Just let me go!" Fu Qing's heart was cut like a knife.

She clenched her fists tightly, and then forced a smile: "Fu Yang, I'm nervous, how many people did I invite for my birthday party? Actually, it doesn't have to be too grand, I even think it's okay."

The man frowned slightly, and said: "Qing'an, the show is grand, I will definitely give you the best birthday party!"

His heart was suffocated, and he couldn't explain why.

He doesn't seem to hate Fu Qing'an anymore, but he cares about the past. He still seems to hate Fu Qing'an, but now he really wants to have a good time with Fu Qing'an.

"Qing'an, if you can, just keep living like this. Don't make trouble, okay?" Fu Yang looked at the woman and gently lifted his lips.