Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

She looked at the man, and the sparkle in her eyes couldn't be erased, but it became deeper and deeper.

The man's noble and indifferent facial features penetrated into her eyes inch by inch, forcing her tears to roll down instantly.

"Fu Yang, are you in love with Ye Yueguan?" Fu Qing'an's voice was hoarse, nails dug into his palm inch by inch, and sticky blood rushed out.

"Fu Qing'an, is it your turn to take care of my feelings?" Fu Yang's eyes were cold and his words were cold. "You'd better take care of yourself first!"

Fu Qing'an's heart was suffocated, and the suffocation hit her whole body heavily.

It was as if there was a sack tightly around his head, and one hand tightly strangled his neck. This feeling of suffocation and discomfort piled up in her heart.

"The wedding dress you made for her is really beautiful, Fu Yang... Fu Yang, Ye Yueguan is really blessed." Fu Qing'an shed two lines of tears, her mood fluctuated too much, and her shoulders trembled.

Fu Yang's heart suffocated, it was the wedding dress he made for her, and she actually thought he made it for Ye Yueguan? !

It doesn't matter who you do it for, Fu Qing'an's betrayal is unforgettable in his heart, and he will never forget it in his life!

He curled his lips coldly: "Fu Qing'an, if you betray me, what does Ye Yue have to do with it?"

Fu Qing'an clenched her fists slightly, and a gleam of starlight crept up in her exquisite jade eyes: "Fu Yang, let's start again, shall we?"

Her eyes were expecting, pleading, and she walked towards Fu Yang with small steps as she spoke.

She reached out and gently took Fu Yang's hand, pleading: "Fu Yang, let's start again, shall we?"

The man's body trembled, his brows froze: "Look at your performance."

Fu Qing'an's face was stunned, and she laughed through tears: "Fu Yang, don't worry, I will definitely, definitely, definitely treat you very well in the future."

Fu Yang's eyes flickered, and his tone was slightly lower: "It's best to be like this."

Fu Yang sent Fu Qing'an back to Wang's house and left.

Fu Qing'an walked into the living room, her eyebrows raised slightly, and she was in a very happy mood.

see your performance.These four words stick to the bottom of her heart like honey.

She believed that as long as she took her time, she and Fu Yang would reconcile as before.

The days passed peacefully like this, and the wedding date arrived soon.

When Fu Qing'an got up, the maid was already waiting for her.

The autumn wind was bleak, slowly blowing the curtains, the woman stretched out her hand to close the window, only to see a hazy drizzle outside.

"The weather is bad." Fu Qing'an lowered her eyes slightly, feeling a little disappointed.

She got up, and the maid waited on her to wash, make up, and dress her.

Fu Yang came very quickly, with a tall body, a neat suit, and night-black Sichel leather shoes, step by step across the red carpet and upstairs.

There are festive and lively voices in my ears: "Mr. Fu is here! Mr. Fu is here!"

Fu Qing'an clutched the skirt nervously, Ruyu's eyes were filled with scattered starlight.

As soon as she raised her head, Fu Yanggui's upright facial features came into her eyes.

No one dared to make a fuss, and the process was done in a well-regulated manner.

The man knelt down and helped Fu Qing'an put on her wedding shoes.

Fu Qingan's heart was pounding with nervousness. She had seen big scenes before, but it was her first marriage. She was as nervous as a helpless child.

She looked at Fu Yang shyly, and said in a weak voice, "Fu Yang, there are so many people, I'm afraid."

The man's eyes darkened: "Let's go to the auditorium." He got up, picked Fu Qing'an up, went downstairs, and carried him into the car.