Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

There was a hint of indifference in the woman's delicate and beautiful eyebrows: "I have no children, I have nothing left, I just want to live well."

Fu Yang's heart suffocated: "Son, there will be in the future."

The woman nodded slightly, without speaking.

The car quickly arrived at the beach and boarded the yacht, and everyone's eyes fell on it.

Fu Qing'an came out holding Fu Yang's hand, and the two of them were as eye-catching as a king and a princess.

Everyone looked at Fu Qing'an with astonishment in their eyes.

"Miss Qing'an is really good-looking! She has exquisite facial features, picturesque eyebrows, and a perfect match for Mr. Fu!"

"Hush, keep your voice down, I heard that Miss Ye is here today."

"I heard that Ms. Ye gave birth to a young master for Mr. Fu. I wonder if it's true?"

The voices of discussion penetrated into Fu Qing'an's ears miscellaneously, her body froze, and she couldn't help but loosen Fu Yang's hand.

The man noticed her abnormality, his face darkened, and then he glanced coldly into the crowd, and everyone fell silent instantly.

"Qing'an, I'll take you to meet the bosses." Fu Yang said and was about to walk Fu Qing'an to the banquet.

Fu Qing'an suddenly let go of his hand, and smiled stiffly: "Fu Yang, I feel tight in my chest, and I want to be alone for a while."

She looked at Fu Yang with a little dodge in her eyes.

The man frowned slightly. He wanted to pull Fu Qing'an over by force, but seeing Fu Qing'an's weak body, his heart softened instantly.

"Okay, then I'll go see some friends first." He lightly patted Fu Qing'an's head, glanced at Aunt Fu lightly, and then walked towards the banquet.

Aunt Fu immediately walked over to Fu Qing'an, and smiled softly: "Miss, today is so lively!"

Fu Qing'an grabbed her hand and frowned slightly: "Aunt Fu, my chest is so tight."

"It's okay, miss, I'll accompany you to blow some air." She helped Fu Qing'an tidy up her collar, and then helped her walk to the deck.

Everyone's eyes fell on Fu Qing'an one after another, amazed, curious, and shocked.

The cold wind blew onto Fu Qing'an's cheek inch by inch. She walked towards a place on the deck, and the people standing there walked to other places in an instant.

Fu Qingan's hair was blown scoop by scoop by the cold wind, gradually blurring and blocking her vision.

"This ostentation is really grand!" Fu Qing'an gently lifted her lips, her expression cold.

Suddenly Ye Yueguan's voice came from behind: "Yes! It's Miss Qing'an's 25th birthday, you are Mrs. Fu, so A Yang must look better! Otherwise, how can outsiders talk about him, haha!"

Fu Qing'an turned her head, she looked at Ye Yueguan, Ye Yueguan's eyebrows were full of provocation and arrogance.

"Miss Ye, we meet again." Fu Qing'an looked calm, but she held Aunt Fu's hand slightly tighter.

Aunt Fu looked at Ye Yueguan and frowned instantly: "Miss Ye, I am very glad that you can come to Miss Qing'an's birthday party, but I hope you will remember that Miss Qing'an is the real Mrs. Fu!"

Ye Yueguan took the shawl lightly, and she sneered: "Fu Qing'an's Mrs. Fu, what's the matter? Now the woman who gave birth to Mr. Fu is me, Ye Yueguan!"

Every word she said was provocative, and then she walked towards Fu Qing'an, and she leaned into Fu Qing'an's ear, her words became more provocative.