Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

On the face of Gongwai, the eyes are full of haggard distress and care.

He shook his head slightly: "Little aunt, you are sick and confused, don't think about it anymore."

As he spoke, he stretched out and touched Fu Qing'an's forehead, and suddenly his body shook heavily: "Little aunt, it's so hot! You have a fever!"

He was very anxious and hurried to call the family doctor.

The sunlight came in through the gaps in the curtains, and gently, inch by inch, walked on Fu Qing'an's desolate eyebrows.

She had a high fever, 40°.

She opened her eyes in a daze, only to see drips dripping drop by drop.

She was so sick that she was in a daze, and a phantom slowly appeared in front of her eyes. She saw Fu Yang standing in front of the bed, smiling softly at her.

Is it a dream?
Since it was a dream, then she should forgive Fu Yang once in the dream.

She grinned, and then stretched out her hand gently: "Fu Yang, Fu Yang, Fu Yang..."

Outside the palace and the doctor stood in front of the bed and watched, the doctor shook his head slightly: "Miss has a serious fever, young master, you should stay here and watch, and call me immediately if there is anything unusual."

The man frowned, and he nodded slightly: "Okay, you go out first."

The doctor went out.

Gongwai grabbed Fu Qing'an's hand, and his heart ached terribly: "Little aunt, that man hurt you so deeply, yet you still miss him. Do you have to be so humble?"

He shook his head, only to hear Fu Qing'an's babbling became more and more serious: "Fu Yang, you trust me, please, can you trust me?"

The woman was covered in sweat, and the sweat almost soaked her hair.

Outside the palace clenched his fists tightly, and then walked out.

He went to Fu's house, and as soon as he entered the living room, he looked at Fu Yang coldly: "My little aunt has a high fever of 40 degrees, she is talking in her sleep, she keeps calling your name, do you want to see her?"

He dropped the sentence and left.

In the living room of the Fu family, Fu Yang and Mu Yiyi are eating.

Looking at the back of leaving outside the palace, Mu Yiyi's complexion was a bit ugly.

She remembered that this man had been arrogant in Fu Yang's office, and she also remembered the little aunt that this man talked about.

"Hehe! Rival in love?" Mu Yiyi snorted coldly in his heart.

She smiled at Fu Yang tenderly and considerately: "A Yang, is this your neighbor? You'd better go and meet her, I'll wait for you here to eat obediently."

Fu Yang glanced at her lightly: "Yes."

His attitude towards Mu Yiyi was always calm, and as soon as he finished speaking, he got up and went out.

Seeing Fu Yang leaving so resolutely and resolutely, Mu Yiyi's heart suffocated, and with a "bang", the chopsticks in her hands both fell to the ground.

Aunt Fu smiled lightly and comforted her: "Miss Mu, don't worry, that Miss Zhou Ping'an next door looks ugly and weighs more than 200 kilograms. She has only met Mr. Fu a few times. Don't worry."

Mu Yiyi smiled lightly: "Okay, I got it, I'm very relieved."

She said rest assured, but her heart was beating wildly.

Her intuition told her that things were not that simple.

"Confidence, Mu Yiyi, you have to be confident, you are about to become Ah Yang's fiancée, you have to be confident." She forced a smile, and kept comforting herself in her heart.

Fu Yang went to the house next door, and as soon as he entered Fu Qing'an's room, he saw Fu Qing'an lying on the bed, drenched all over, yelling in sleep.

He stood far away from the bed, his body was slightly stiff, and his gaze fell on Fu Qing'an from afar.