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Chapter 327 Boss, please control your possessiveness (27)

Chapter 327 Chu Yang's Tomb

Come down for breakfast.

Lu Fanxing couldn't help touching his stomach that was a little stuffed.

She glanced at the man sitting on the sofa, speechless.

Does this person think she is a pig?
Let her eat a bunch.

One basket of buns, two baskets of steamed dumplings, three bowls of porridge, plus a meatloaf.

Although she did eat a lot, the amount of breakfast did not reach this level.

Chu Yang flipped through all the documents the assistant handed him, and pointed out the deficiencies in them.

and loopholes in some contracts.

Lu Fanxing was not idle either, and went upstairs to find a folder and drawing tools from his bag.

Then I went downstairs and sat on the paper, not knowing what to draw.

Four hours passed quickly.

Chu Yang threw the last document to his assistant, looked up and looked for Lu Fanxing in the room.

The place where the woman was sitting was not far from him, she buried her head and didn't know what she was doing.

He stood up silently and approached her lightly.

Lu Fanxing was drawing a sketch, the pen in his hand was moving flexibly on the paper.

After finishing the last stroke, she wrote her name in the lower right corner of the paper, then raised her head and moved her aching neck.

Followed her to meet a face.

The man who was processing the documents appeared in front of her at some point, and his eyes fell on the sketch she had drawn.

Chu Yang looked at the portrait on the paper, met Lu Fanxing's gaze, and said in a cool voice:

"Draw me what?"

Lu Fanxing calmly closed the folder in his hand, and blinked innocently at the person in front of him:
"I'm free, so it should be fine to draw my husband's sketch?"

In the distance, Zhou Yang, who existed like air, touched his chin and ate melons.

Look, Lu Fanxing has admitted that Chu Yang is her husband.

As far as the person involved is still like an ice cube.

You should just smile, if you don't smile then don't put on a cold face.

Chu Yang finally had some waves in his eyes.

He found out a ring box out of nowhere, and opened it directly in front of Lu Fanxing's eyes.

Lu Fanxing didn't understand why he looked at this man's operation, his eyes were full of incomprehension:
"what are you doing?"

The man took out the diamond ring from the box, and his cold voice became gentler:
"I didn't have time to give you the ring yesterday."

Once you are married, you must have the ring.

Even Lu Fanxing still doesn't know who he is.

That doesn't prevent that either.

Lu Fanxing didn't reach out:

"Just get the certificate, ring or something...or..."

Halfway through her words, she noticed that Chu Yang's face became colder and colder.

In the end, he chose to shut up and handed him his hand consciously.

Chu Yang seemed very satisfied with her self-consciousness, and put all the diamond rings in her hands between her fingers.

Lu Fanxing withdrew his hand without any expression on his face, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The assistant sneaked over to Zhou Yang, and asked him in a low voice:
"Boss, can you really attract girls like this?"

Zhou Yang shook his head and responded quietly:
"Eighty percent can't."

Chu Yang put away the ring box, and watched all Lu Fanxing's movements with deep eyes.

His eyes darkened for a moment, and he said to her in a deep voice:
"I'll take you to a place."

Lu Fanxing's delicate eyebrows frowned slightly.

What is this man going to do again?
The certificate has been obtained, and the ring has been worn, what else has he not done?
……

cemetery.

The black Maybach stopped slowly.

This time neither the assistant nor Zhou Yang followed.

There were only Chu Yang and Lu Fanxing.

It's very quiet here, and a little unusually cold.

Get out of the car.

Lu Fanxing was brought to a tombstone by the man.

A black and white photo was pasted on the gray tombstone.

The large characters of "Chu Yang's Tomb" are impressively written in the gold-plated font.

　My son is so ruthless that he can build a grave for himself

　　
　
(End of this chapter)