Boss, let me be presumptuous for a while

"The one next to her is the daughter of the Wang family, right? She looks so beautiful!"

Going up to the third floor, the third floor was quiet, and the manager and staff did not follow.

Fu Yang led Fu Qing'an in, and a woman in a cheongsam greeted her with a smile: "Boss Fu, you are here, Miss Qing'an, hello, I'm Amy."

The man responded coldly, and looked at Fu Qing'an: "Amy will take you to choose a wedding dress."

As he said that, he walked towards the sofa, sat down, and flipped through the magazines lightly, clearly not paying attention to Fu Qing'an's choice of wedding dress.

Fu Qing'an's heart was suffocated, and his eyes dimmed.

Amy smiled lightly: "Miss Qing'an looks really good-looking, she must look beautiful in a wedding dress, Miss Qing'an please."

As Amy said, she took Fu Qing'an to pick out the wedding dress. Fu Qing'an was dazzled, and suddenly her eyes fell on a tube top wedding dress that dragged the floor, her eyes revealed surprise.

"This wedding dress was designed by Mr. Fu himself." Amy followed Fu Qing'an's gaze and smiled slightly.

Hearing this, the woman's body froze and her eyes dimmed. The wedding dress designed by Fu Yang must have been designed for Ye Yueguan.

She squeezed her fist slightly and took a deep breath: "Can I try it?"

Amy was taken aback: "Then I'll ask Mr. Fu."

As soon as her words fell, Fu Qing'an's nerves tensed up, and she shook her head instantly: "Forget it."

She said casually and pointed to a wedding dress: "Just this one, I think it suits me very well, don't need to try it, just follow my size."

Amy was shocked: "Don't try it? Miss Qing'an..."

Fu Qing'an's mood was messed up, she smiled apologetically, then turned around and strode towards Fu Yang: "Fu Yang, I've already picked out the wedding dress, can I go?"

The man's cold fingertips gently rubbed against the silky magazine pages, his eyes were deep: "Wedding dress, put it on."

Fu Qing'an's eyes were ruddy, and her complexion was light: "I've already chosen, so I'll go first."

As she spoke, she turned and left, her pace as if she was fleeing.

With a "snap", Fu Yang slammed the magazine on the table and tugged at his collar irritably.

Amy's eyes were complicated: "Mr. Fu, Miss Qing'an just said that she wanted to try the dress you designed yourself."

Layers of indifference crept up in Fu Yang's dignified and beautiful eyes, and his words ridiculed: "Is she worthy?"

Amy was taken aback: "I've known Mr. Fu for several years, aren't women all the same to Mr. Fu? Why do you have such big mood swings?"

Fu Yang's brows were cold: "It's okay, I'll go first."

He got up and left.

When Fu Yang went out, he saw Fu Qing'an squatting on the side of the road, curled up slightly.

His complexion suddenly darkened.

After four years of not seeing each other, Fu Qing'an became very thin, and his steps were all bones, which was very painful.

He didn't know what Fu Qing'an had experienced in the past four years, but when he thought of Fu Qing'an's betrayal, he hated her even more in his heart.

"Fu Qing'an, Amy said that you want to try on the wedding dress I made myself." The man gently lifted his thin lips.

His fist hanging by his side trembled slightly. He made that wedding dress for Fu Qing'an according to her size and according to her preferences.

It took him four years.

For four years, even though I missed him a lot, it couldn't overcome the hatred that deepened in his bones and blood inch by inch.

Hearing the man's voice, Fu Qing'an's body shook, stood up, and turned around.