Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The ear-piercing laughter was separated bit by bit from the small glass window, and the atmosphere in the car was a bit cold and strange.

Fu Qing'an was at a loss, she turned her head and looked out the window, the rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the bustling buildings on the roadside gradually added a bit of sadness in the autumn wind.

Her heart was beating "chug", and she suddenly had a bad premonition.

"Crack"!Fu Yang fiddled with the lighter lightly, his dark eyes turning a little heavy.

He tilted his head, and his gaze fell on Fu Qing'an.

The wedding dress is very ordinary, but Fu Qing'an has a good figure, a born clothes hanger, good-looking facial features, and outstanding temperament, so the overall effect is elegant, beautiful, and noble.

Married to the daughter of the Wang family, a great beauty with a prominent status, if others would definitely laugh, but Fu Yang always looked cold, as if he had nothing to do with him.

He just glanced at Fu Qing'an twice, then looked away.

The woman's body stiffened slightly, and she spoke up: "Fu Yang, I'm nervous. Later the priest will read the oath and ask me if I'm willing. I'm afraid I won't be able to speak well. Also, when exchanging rings, if my hands shake I lost the ring, so what should I do?"

She said seriously what she was worried about, but the man responded softly: "Yes."

She said seriously what she was worried about, but the man responded softly: "Yes."

Fu Qing'an's eyes dimmed: "Fu Yang, you are so calm, aren't you nervous?"

The man straightened his collar, and said in a light tone, "It's almost the auditorium, why don't you stop making noise?"

The woman's heart was suffocated, her hand holding the wedding dress was slightly tight, her knuckles turned white, she grinned with a hint of flattery: "Yes."

Fu Yang turned his head to one side, his words and deeds showed obvious impatience, and the atmosphere in the car became more and more cold.

Fu Qing'an felt uneasy in his heart, and remained silent for the rest of the way, finally arriving at the auditorium.

The bridesmaid took her to the lounge, where Wang Wang was already waiting.

The shrewd eyes of the man shone brightly: "Don't be nervous, the marriage certificate has already been obtained, and the present wedding is just a passing scene, just to meet everyone."

Fu Qing'an's eyebrows darkened slightly, and she took a step back: "You are forcing the marriage like this, what exactly do you want?"

Wang Jue tugged at his collar coldly, his face was cold and heavy: "It's all over, there's no point in asking any more."

He stretched out his hand, and said coldly: "Take my hand, I'm going to take you into the auditorium."

The joy of marriage slowly overwhelmed all Fu Qingan's irritability and uneasiness, she walked over, gently took Wang Huan's hand, and followed him to the auditorium.

As soon as the door of the auditorium opened, everyone's eyes fell on Fu Qing'an, full of amazement.

Fu Yang looked at Fu Qing'an, Ruyu's eyes lightly slid a trace of surprise and amazement, and then was replaced by a touch of coldness and deepness.

As soon as he entered the auditorium, the piano song "How deep is your love" sounded in the auditorium, and the sweet feeling from that thin tone penetrated into Fu Qing'an's heart inch by inch.

From the corner of her eye, all she could see were gorgeous banquets, crowds of guests, and blessings.

Her steps were light, her demeanor elegant and noble, and she walked slowly in front of Fu Yang.

Wang Wang handed Fu Qing'an into Fu Yang's hands, his eyes were meaningful, he smiled lightly, and then stepped aside.

Fu Qing'an's hand was placed in Fu Yang's, trembling from the fingertips to the back of the hand, the man's eyes darkened slightly: "Don't be nervous."