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Strawberry mousse cake was placed on the table.

Mu Qianqian touched the tray under the cake and said, "Hey, why is a six-inch cake so big? How can the two of us finish it?"

It turned out that she bought a six-inch cake.

But Assistant Wang only paid attention to the style of the cake and not the size, so he directly bought the largest eight-inch one, which was naturally much larger than the six-inch one.

Fu Sihan said coldly: "If you can't finish it, give it to Aunt Liu. She has children at home."

Mu Qianqian agreed: "This is a good idea, uncle, you have a really good heart."

The cakes are cut into small plates and eaten, so the leftover cake won’t get dirty, and it won’t be dirty when you give it back to the children.

Being praised by her for being kind-hearted again, Fu Sihan didn't know what to say.

If she knew his reputation as a cold-blooded and bloodthirsty devil in the circle, she would probably be shocked.

"Let's cut the cake."

Fu Sihan cut a piece for Mu Qianqian first, and put most of the strawberries on her small plate.

Mu Qianqian took a bite. The sweet and soft cream melted in her mouth, with sour and sweet strawberries. The whole mouth was filled with sweet taste.

"The cake is so delicious."

Fu Sihan doesn't like sweets, so he frowned after taking a bite.

Greasy, too greasy.

He took two big gulps of water before he could suppress the pungent sweet taste in his throat.

Mu Qianqian likes everything strawberry flavored, and this mousse cake is so sweet to her heart.

In addition, she could only watch her brothers eat cake and never had a chance to eat it herself.

This time, such a big cake was all for her and the uncle.

The psychological satisfaction made her feel that this cake was her most precious treasure.

"Uncle, do you like to eat?"

Fu Sihan felt the cream was so sweet just by smelling it.

But he did not suppress Mu Qianqian's interest, but just said restrainedly: "Not bad."

"I'll help you get another piece."

Mu Qianqian was as happy as a child. She picked up the plastic cake knife, fumbled around, and cut off another piece.

Fu Sihan took an empty plate and put the small cake on it.

Mu Qianqian couldn’t see that his brows were furrowed so tightly that they could almost pinch a fly to death.

"Uncle, please eat quickly. I've almost finished this piece."

Mu Qianqian urged expectantly.

She likes to share the food she thinks is delicious with the people she thinks are important.

Fu Sihan gritted his teeth and ate both pieces of cake.

Mu Qianqian wanted to help him cut it, but Fu Sihan quickly grabbed her wrist and said, "That's enough. I can't eat any more."

"Well, uncle, you're still talking about me, but you don't eat much either."

Fu Sihan endured the discomfort in his throat and made up an excuse, "I don't have a good appetite today."

"Oh."

"You eat first, I have something to take care of."

"it is good."

Fu Sihan got up and left the living room, walked into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and used the splashing sound of the shower to cover up his vomiting while holding onto the toilet.

It would have been fine if he had just taken a few bites, but he ate two large pieces of cake in one go.

The sweet taste stuck in his throat, making him feel uncomfortable all over.

Mu Qianqian couldn't finish an eight-inch cake by herself, so she only ate a small half and packed the rest and brought it to Aunt Liu.

Fu Sihan rinsed his mouth and brushed his teeth, finally washing away the greasy sweet taste. Only a faint minty taste remained between his lips and teeth, which was much more refreshing than before.

However, he still felt a little uncomfortable in his stomach, so he didn't eat much for dinner.

At night, Fu Sihan worked in the master bedroom.

There was a sudden knock on the door, and Mu Qianqian's gentle voice came, "Uncle, are you asleep?"

"No, what's up?"

Mu Qianqian's voice was a little nervous, "I'm here to bring you something."

Send things?

what?

Fu Sihan took a deep breath and said, "The door is not locked, come in."

Mu Qianqian pushed the door open carefully and walked in with a bowl of soup.

"what is this?"

Mu Qianqian explained: "Uncle, you didn't eat much at night. I was afraid you would be hungry, so I asked Aunt Liu to stew a bowl of soup for you to stimulate your appetite and nourish your body."

A gleam of light flashed across Fu Sihan's eyes, "Just put it on the table next to you."

"Ah."

Mu Qianqian put the bowl of soup on the table.

When she withdrew her hand, Fu Sihan noticed that Mu Qianqian's fingers were a little red.

Fu Sihan's expression suddenly became serious, "Did you get burned?"

"No." Mu Qianqian quickly hid the hand behind her back.

Fu Sihan looked displeased and said in a tough tone, "Stretch it out and let me see it."

"Really do not have."

The man was very strong, he grabbed her wrist and pulled her in front of him.

Mu Qianqian originally wanted to resist, but her strength was like that of a chicken in front of him and she couldn't beat him at all.

With the help of the light, Fu Sihan saw that the girl's delicate fingertips were red, probably because she was scalded by the soup bowl.

But fortunately it’s not serious.

Fu Sihan said coldly with a stern face: "If you encounter this kind of thing next time, just come and call me, don't carry the soup around by yourself, what if you fall down?"

His voice was deep and magnetic, full of the oppressive feeling of being in a superior position.

Mu Qianqian was frightened by his aura and lowered her head, "I, I understand."

Fu Sihan pinched her wrist, "Don't blame me for getting angry if I see you serving hot soup again. Okay?"

"I remember." Mu Qianqian nodded sullenly.

Fu Sihan lowered his eyes, "Why don't you look up? You're like a little quail."

Mu Qianqian was too embarrassed to say that she was scared by the uncle.

She nervously grabbed the hem of her clothes and mustered up the courage to say, "Si Han, you will never be able to find a wife with such a bad temper."

This was the first time Mu Qianqian called him by his name.

Fu Sihan was slightly stunned, and a smile flashed across his eyes, "Who said I can't get a wife? Aren't you my wife?"

Mu Qianqian's cheeks puffed up like a little pufferfish, "Humph, if you keep being so mean, I won't be your wife anymore."

Fu Sihan narrowed his eyes, a hint of danger appeared in his eyes, and his tone was cold, "If you don't want to be my wife, whose wife do you want to be?"

"It's not you anyway!"

After saying this, Mu Qianqian turned around and was about to run.

Fu Sihan subconsciously grabbed her wrist, and due to inertia, Mu Qianqian was pulled into his arms and bumped into his strong chest.

"Ah!" Mu Qianqian cried out briefly.

The masculine scent enveloped her, Mu Qianqian's cheeks flushed, and her heart beat rapidly.

The uncle smells so good, a very cool cedar scent mixed with a heavy undertone of agarwood.

Fu Sihan looked at the delicate and timid girl in his arms, his eyes gradually dimmed, and his breathing became heavy.

But... now is not the time.

At least we have to wait until her eyes recover.

Fu Sihan curled his lips, his tone mixed with doting and tolerance that he himself didn't even notice, "You are getting bolder and bolder."