Mr. said the sugar cake is not as sweet as me

Fu Qingyang's gloomy face was terrifying.

His facial features are sharp and deep, his light-colored thin lips are sexy but indifferent, and his eagle eyes with torching eyes are covered with a chill.

"Where did the photo come from?"

"Yes...it was given to me by Aunt Chen. I never knew what my husband looked like...she gave me one, let...let me know..."

"Give me the photo."

Fu Qingyang is like a goshawk hunting in the night, aloof, dangerous and domineering, full of oppressive feeling of being alone and independent.

Bai Shuyou couldn't hear the joy and anger in the man's tone, he shyly handed over the photo he had carefully kept.He has always cherished this photo, for fear that it will be damaged or get wet.

This month, he would stare at her husband's photos in a daze. Just now, he saw a real person and the real husband looked cold, so he didn't recognize him immediately.

Fu Qingyang took the photo and tore it up neatly.

"This... no, you can't tear your own photo... no, it's unlucky... no..."

Bai Shuyou squatted down in a panic and picked up five or six pieces, holding them carefully in the palm of her hand, her eyes were reddened with anxiety.

"Didn't anyone tell you? I don't like being photographed."

Fu Qingyang stared at Bai Shuyou fiercely.

"If you dare to carry my photo next to you, get the hell out of here. Tell Aunt Chen that if you still have any photos, throw them away."

Little Yuzi was terrified by the fierce tone, and the crystal tears rolled in the sockets of her eyes in fright.

"Youyou is wrong, wrong...don't be angry, husband, you are very obedient...don't...don't drive away..."

Fu Qingyang frowned and looked at the delicate little crying bag, and handed the briefcase in front of him, with a cold tone: "There's nothing to cry about such a trivial matter, take it, and put it back in the study."

"Oh...Okay, I'll go now."

Bai Shuyou didn't dare to delay, obediently held back her tears and carried the briefcase, which was a bit heavy for him, into the study on the second floor.

Fu Qingyang stood in the living room watching Bai Shuyou running up and down like a puppy, his deep icy eyes softened slightly.

When going downstairs, the timid Youyou cast a sharp scrutiny on the man above him, he trembled in fright, and stepped on the ground without paying attention.

Fu Qingyang obviously only needs to take a step forward to pick up the little fool and stand firm, but he still stays where he is, showing no intention of helping.

The little pomelo foolishly rolled down to the man's leg, the pain he felt instantly turned red, and tears fell out.It's over, it's over...

I am clumsy and troublesome for others.

Bai Shuyou blurred his vision, but found that the black trousers in his hand were getting farther and farther away from him.He hurriedly looked up, only to see Fu Qingyang calmly bypassing him and going upstairs.

"What are you doing in a daze? Is the bath water ready?"

The unwavering words hit Bai Shuyou's ear, he shivered from the cold, forgot to cry for a while, and hurriedly said the words he had practiced many times in private, but he still stuttered.

"Wash in the bathroom, the bath water has been put away, my husband can use it directly...it's hot..."

Before he finished speaking slowly, Fu Qingyang closed the bathroom door, and the soft sound fell on his heart, which was sore and painful.

The starlight in Bai Shuyou's beautiful amber eyes gradually went out, becoming dim and dusty.If only I wasn't so stupid...

Talking so slowly and stuttering, my husband must be upset.Obviously practiced for a long time, the mouth is not obedient, it is too disappointing.

He rubbed his little head and cheered himself up.

"Youyou no, don't cry... be good~"