Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

"Fu Yang, your tears have been falling, and your expression looks very painful. Do you feel pain in your heart? Are you unable to take it anymore?" Fu Qing'an suddenly grinned, expressing every word ridicule.

The man pushed her away heavily: "I want to be with my Qing'an, get lost!"

Fu Qing'an suddenly slapped Fu Yang heavily on the face, and there was a "slap", and then she yelled: "Fu Qing'an doesn't love you anymore! She doesn't love you anymore!"

After she finished yelling, she pushed Fu Yang away heavily, and got up.

As soon as Fu Qing'an turned around, he saw Chen An.

Chen An's complexion was deep, and his eyes were full of probing and deep emotions.

Fu Qing'an met his cold gaze, frowned slightly, and then walked out as if nothing had happened.

Suddenly Chen An's cold and deep voice came from behind: "Miss Zhou Ping'an, you just used Miss Qing'an's heart, it doesn't mean you are Miss Qing'an, so I hope you still pay attention to your own sense of proportion."

He read between the lines is a warning.

Why didn't Fu Qing'an understand the meaning of Chen An's words?
She grinned and smiled deeply: "Uncle Chen, do you know? What's the point of slapping him? I still want to strangle him to death."

Hearing the word "Uncle Chen", Chen An's body became stiff and his face was stunned.

His memory is very clear. A long time ago, a little girl called him like this: "Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen, Uncle Chen..."

It's just that beauties are so unlucky.

Chen An's body trembled heavily, and when he turned his head, Fu Qing'an had already gone downstairs.

His eyes fell on Fu Yang, and there was a lot of confusion and deepness in his cloudy eyes: "Boss Fu, you look like you don't love her, why are you crying?"

He was deeply aware of the gap between Fu Yang and Fu Qing'an.

Even if everything is explained clearly, the cause of everything lies with Fu Yang after all.

This lofty and incomparably noble man fell into the trap of others, doubted the little girl he had doted on for twenty years, and hurt her deeply.

Chen An shook his head lightly: "Cry, shed more tears, or I won't see your affection."

He took a long breath and walked out of the room.

When Fu Qing'an went downstairs, Fu Gui rushed over and threw him into her arms.

Fu Qing'an frowned slightly, desperately throwing away Fugui, and said in a disgusted tone: "What's the smell on you? Stay away from me."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw Huakai standing at the door with a rose on her head, looking at her sadly.

Fu Qing'an: "..."

Suddenly, Aunt Fu walked in. She probably took Fugui and Huakai to the garden, holding a bouquet of lavender in her hand.

"Miss Zhou, you're here." Aunt Fu smiled softly, shaking the lavender in her hand. "I picked them just now. Miss Zhou can take some back if she likes them."

As she said that, she walked over, and Fu Qing'an just smelled the smell of lavender, and kept sneezing.

She quickly covered her nose, put down Fugui, and said as she walked out, "Aunt Fu, I have caught a cold recently. I am afraid that I will infect you, so I will leave first. Please take good care of Fugui."

She walked away in a hurry, as if the handful of lavender could kill her.

Aunt Fu looked at Fu Qing'an's leaving figure with a thoughtful expression.

Chen An came down and asked softly: "You look dazed, what's wrong?"

Aunt Fu shook her head slightly, and muttered to herself: "Miss Qing'an is also allergic to lavender."