Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

After a busy day, I will leave work soon.

There was busy work outside the palace, and there was no time to pick up Fu Qing'an, so Fu Qing'an took a taxi in front of the company.

She was about to hail a car when suddenly Fu Yang's car stopped in front of her.

The car window rolled down slowly, revealing the man's handsome and cold face, Fu Yang moved his lips coldly: "Get in the car, I'll take you home."

After all, their homes are so close.

Fu Yang looked at the woman, and a starlight slowly appeared in his eyes.

But Fu Qing'an waved her hand and shook her head: "Don't bother Mr. Fu, I can take a taxi home by myself."

The man's face darkened in an instant, Fu Qing'an smiled awkwardly, and said hoarsely: "Boss Fu hates me so much, I'm afraid that Boss Fu will strangle me to death in the car."

In an instant, the atmosphere inside the car became deep and cold.

The driver's body shook heavily, and his pleading eyes fell on Fu Qing'an: "Miss Zhou, don't worry, Mr. Fu won't do anything to you with me here, if he strangles you to death, I will testify for you Yes, please get in the car."

Fu Qing'an frowned slightly, she hesitated for a while, and then got into the co-pilot.

The driver looked up and saw Fu Yang's complexion getting darker from the rearview mirror.

The driver shook himself and drove home.

The atmosphere inside the car was cold and deep, and the driver kept shaking.

She smiled at Fu Qing'an, and then found a topic: "Miss Zhou, you live next to Mr. Fu, how do you feel as his neighbor?"

Fu Qing'an replied without hesitation: "I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid of him, I'm afraid of him."

After hearing her answer, Fu Yang's brows darkened instantly, and he sneered: "If you were better-looking, I wouldn't be so cold and cruel."

To say that a girl is not good-looking is an insult to a girl.

Fu Qing'an didn't think so, she snorted coldly, and said indifferently: "Even if I'm not good-looking, there are still people who like me."

As she spoke, she took out a gift box from her bag.

The driver took a look and smiled: "What is this?"

Fu Qing'an's tone was cold and indifferent: "It was given to me by a colleague of the company. I don't want it. He insisted on giving it to me."

Fu Yang clenched his fist and called out, "Stop."

The driver's body froze, the man's voice was too cold and deep, he quickly stopped the car.

Fu Qing'an just frowned, she looked back at Fu Yang and said, "Mr. Fu, what's wrong with you? You won't drive me out of the car, will you?"

The man glanced at her coldly, with a cold attitude: "Get out of the car."

But Fu Qing'an sat there, motionless: "Boss Fu said he was going to send me home, and now he told me to get out of the car. What do you mean? Could it be that you saw me accepting gifts from other male colleagues? So you're jealous?"

Fu Yang sneered in an instant, and his words were full of sarcasm: "Just you? I don't even want a woman like you."

Fu Qing'an was not provoked by Fu Yang at all, she hooked the corner of her mouth, and then threw the gift box out.

There was a trash can outside, so she threw the gift box into the trash can.

When Fu Yang saw this scene, the breath he held in his heart disappeared instantly.

Then he told the driver to drive.

The driver drove, and he didn't understand what happened from the beginning to the end.

He looked bewildered.

But it's good that Mr. Fu is not angry.

The car arrived home soon, Fu Qingan thanked the driver, and then went home, ignoring Fu Yang at all.

The man looked at her back, and his expression sank instantly.

The driver's hand on the steering wheel shook slightly: "Boss Fu, what's wrong with you?"

Fu Yang didn't speak, he got out of the car and slammed the door with a bang.