Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

Fu Yang clutched his fist tightly, looked at Fu Qing'an coldly, and looked shocked: "What nonsense are you talking about? Did you send your child to an orphanage? That's your child!"

Fu Qing'an sneered: "From today on, she will not be my child!"

Fu Yang's heart suddenly contracted.

His tone was shocked, and he asked: "Why on earth did you do this? Even if you hate me, you wouldn't do this to a child!"

Fu Qing'an immediately grabbed the quilt tightly.

She shook her head: "This is the end of the matter, don't talk so much anymore, just leave."

Suddenly, Fu Yang grabbed her chin with a big cold hand: "Why are you so cruel?"

His tone was cold, questioning, many cold lights flashed in his noble eyes like jade, as if he wanted to eat Fu Qing'an.

Fu Qing feels relieved like a knife.

Her voice was hoarse: "Because before I gave birth to this child, the doctor told me that this child may be stillborn, but if she survives, she may not survive a hundred days, so there is no need Just keep her by your side, that's all."

She looked up and laughed.

She felt her heart hurt, but there was nothing she could do.

Her life has been a joke from beginning to end.

Every word of Fu Qing'an hit Fu Yang's heart heavily.

Fu Yang's heart ached, and the pain spread from her heart to all her bones and blood.

Let him suffocate in pain.

He staggered back a few steps.

Fu Qing'an looked at Fu Yang coldly: "This child should never have been born, I should have died, I should have taken this child and disappeared!"

As she spoke, she picked up the fruit knife on the bedside and pressed it against her neck.

Seeing her like this, Fu Yang's expression changed instantly: "What are you doing?"

Fu Qing'an sneered: "All this is my fault, all the evils are caused by me, just let me die!"

Then, she was about to stab herself in the neck.

Fu Yang frowned, and hurried to grab the knife.

Seeing Fu Yang coming to grab the knife, Fu Qing'an's expression changed instantly.

She pushed Fu Yang away heavily.

The two of them were fighting over the knife, and suddenly Fu Qing'an accidentally hurt Fu Yang.

A wound appeared on Fu Yang's hand in an instant, and blood remained.

Seeing this appearance, Fu Qing'an's complexion turned pale instantly.

She clenched her fist tightly, her voice hoarse: "Go, don't appear in front of me again!"

As soon as her words fell, the knife in her hand fell to the ground.

The nurse heard the movement and came in.

Seeing that Fu Yang was injured, she frowned instantly, and hurriedly helped Fu Yang bandage the wound.

Fu Yang grabbed his fist.

He looked at Fu Qing'an: "No matter what, that child is my child and yours after all."

He shook his head slightly, and left.

He must go to the orphanage to bring the child back.

Fu Yang left and closed the door gently.

Fu Qing'an shrank into the bed, feeling very helpless.

Tears were streaming down her face, her body was trembling, and her voice was choked with sobs.

Seeing her like this, the nurse frowned instantly.

The nurse persuaded: "Miss Qing'an, no matter what happens, you still have to face life bravely."

She sighed softly, after tidying up here, she walked out.

Aunt Fu took the baby to the orphanage.