Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang went out from the study and went back to his room.

When he went upstairs, Aunt Fu followed behind him: "Boss Fu, Ms. Ye called just now, saying that Jia Yang was ill and kept arguing to see you. Do you want to go to the hospital?"

Jiayang, Ye Jiayang, a little boy over one year old, the son of Ye Yueguan.

Since Ye Jiayang met Fu Yang last time, he has been clamoring to see him.

"Huh?" Fu Yang looked at Aunt Fu indifferently, his eyes darkened slightly.

Aunt Fu's body froze, and she smiled faintly: "That's right, what does a one-year-old child know? Miss Ye must be talking nonsense."

The man nodded slightly, then went upstairs and returned to his room.

He opened the window, and suddenly his eyes fell on the window of the house next door. Fu Qingan was lying on the bed looking at his mobile phone, his feet were shaking slightly.

His eyesight was so good that even Fu Qing'an's expression could be clearly seen from a distance of more than 100 meters.

This woman felt very familiar to him, and made him feel Fu Qing'an's existence, but he had confirmed that she was not Fu Qing'an at all.

Fu Yang's eyes dimmed, and he was about to close the window, when suddenly Fu Qing'an raised his head, looked through the window, and saw Fu Yang at a glance.

She grabbed the nightgown instantly, then yelled "ah", and then got up.

She ran to the window and yelled: "I'm ugly and fat and you still dare to peep at me! Do you have any humanity?!"

Fu Yang: "..."

With a "snap", Fu Qing'an closed the window heavily, and lay down on the bed angrily.

She huddled under the blanket, and suddenly her chest began to ache.

She grabbed the quilt tightly, trying to suppress this uncomfortable feeling.

After taking so many medicines, it still can't be cured after all.

Fu Qing'an endured it, tears suddenly fell down, she did not forget a single bit of the suffering she had suffered in the past.

"Fu Yang, you have lived a good life all these years, how did you do it? You are really heartless!" Fu Qing'an muttered in her heart, and couldn't help but tremble all over.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door outside the palace: "Little aunt, can I come in?"

Fu Qing'an quickly adjusted her mood, and then said: "Come in."

Walking in from outside the palace, he looked at the ball curled up in the bed, shook his head slightly, and kept sighing: "Little aunt, I heard you call Fu Yang's name just now? What happened?"

The woman still huddled her head under the blanket, her voice muffled: "Just now I found out that Fu Yang was spying on me."

Dazed outside the palace, he walked over, pulled off the quilt, and saw the tears on Fu Qing'an's face: "Little aunt, why are you crying? You are crying because Fu Yang is spying on you?"

He shook his head again instantly: "But how could Fu Yang spy on you? He didn't recognize you, and now you..."

He paused, carefully considered some words, and said: "And you look a little hard to describe now, how could he like you?"

Fu Qing'an became angry instantly, and she pouted: "Anyway, Fu Yang is spying on me! Believe it or not! I'm going to sleep! Get out!"

Gongwai stretched out his hand and gently touched Fu Qingan's head, and smiled softly: "Then little aunt, take a good rest, and quickly return to her fairy appearance."

His eyes are kind, kind, and loving, just like an elder looking at a younger generation.

"Cut, obviously I'm the elder." Fu Qingan hummed slightly in her heart, then waved her hand: "I know, you go to sleep."