Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

The night got deeper and deeper.

The old uncle turned his head to look at the hazy night, and he sighed softly: "My lord, then take her back to the palace."

Fu Qing'an lay in the hospital for a period of time, almost recovered, and was discharged back to Fu's house.

"Miss Qing'an, your 25th birthday is coming soon." Aunt Fu looked at Fu Qing'an who was standing in front of the window, walked over, and gently put a coat on her body. "It's winter now, Miss be careful of catching a cold."

Fu Qing'an coughed twice, she looked out the window, and saw snowflakes floating in the sky.

"It's snowing." The corner of her mouth curled into a helpless smile, and then she clutched the coat tightly on her body. She felt pain in her body and was extremely uncomfortable, especially her chest was very tight.

Since the last time she fell in the hospital, she felt more and more wrong with her body.

She suppressed this uncomfortable feeling, turned around and walked towards the sofa, when suddenly Wang Qian came in with a medicine box: "Miss Qing'an."

Fu Qing'an raised her head and glanced at her, her expression was light: "Why are you here?"

Wang Qian smiled lightly: "Boss Fu asked me to come over and see Miss Qing'an's body."

As she spoke, she opened the medicine box, and suddenly Fu Qing'an held her hand, her voice hoarse: "I'm not sick, I'm fine, my body has almost recovered, let's go."

Wang Qian smiled lightly: "Boss Fu asked me to check, and please Miss Qing'an don't make things difficult for me."

As she spoke, she was about to take away Fu Qing'an's hand, but Fu Qing'an swept her coldly, then grabbed the medicine box and threw it to the ground: "Get out! Get out!"

Wang Qian was shocked, and suddenly saw the man standing at the door, her eyes flickered: "Boss Fu, you are back."

Fu Yang ignored her at all, and his gaze fell on Fu Qing'an.

He lightly lifted his thin lips: "Fu Qing'an, who taught you to play your temper like this?"

The woman turned her head to one side, her tone was cold: "I don't want to see you, go out."

The man's body froze, he waved his hand lightly, Aunt Fu and Wang Qian walked out and closed the door.

Aunt Fu stayed outside the door, sighing softly: "I don't know when this situation will end, alas!"

Wang Qian's eyes flickered: "Aunt Fu, Miss Qing'an doesn't really match Mr. Fu, does she? What Mr. Fu needs is a mature, stable, generous..."

While she was talking, Aunt Fu's face suddenly became colder inch by inch.

Aunt Fu sneered: "Miss Qing'an and Mr. Fu are not worthy, so are you and Mr. Fu?"

Wang Qian shook her body and quickly shook her head: "Aunt Fu, you misunderstood, I didn't mean that."

Aunt Fu sneered, then walked downstairs.

Wang Qian also went downstairs, and she turned her head to look at the closed door for the last time, with a look of resignation on her face: "Fu Qing'an, you are nothing but a bitch! What do you use to match Mr. Fu? Heh!"

In the room, Fu Yangwei'an was standing in front of Fu Qing'an, his eyes were calm: "How is your body?"

The woman gently pulled back her clothes, and she gently lifted her lips: "I can't die."

Seeing her indifferent attitude, Fu Yang felt suffocated, and then walked towards her.

The man stretched out his hand and gently hugged Fu Qing'an's head. The woman's body froze and her expression was calm. She suddenly sneered: "Fu Yang, are you disappointed that I didn't die?"

Fu Yang found that she didn't resist, and couldn't help but heaved a sigh of relief. He reached out and stroked her head gently.