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

The rear compartments of several vehicles were so deformed that the entire vehicle could not be started normally and could only be parked in the middle of the road.The originally unimpeded road suddenly became congested.

Aunt Chen has bad legs and can't walk very far, but Mr. Fu has to send the materials that Mr. Fu needs.

When he was in a dilemma, the well-behaved Xiaoyuzi pinched the corner of his clothes, and his soft voice was filled with caution.

"Chen, Aunt Chen... I, can I go alone to find my husband? Guide, the navigation said, just walk straight and you will be there..."

Aunt Chen looked outside, and there were dark clouds.

"But, it looks like it's going to rain, Youyou, you're too weak to get in the rain."

"No, it's okay...I run fast."

Bai Shuyou was afraid that Aunt Chen would not believe her, so she quickly puffed up her cheeks and added weakly.

"I, I can do it."

Aunt Chen thought about it for a while and decided it was feasible. After all, the towering office building of Fu's head office can be seen at a glance from here.

She handed the brown paper bag containing the documents to Xiaoyouzi, told him to pay attention to safety, and then hurriedly contacted the insurance company.

Holding her husband's documents, Bai Shuyou didn't dare to delay, and jogged along the road for fear that she would be late.

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The stupid Youyou, who didn't notice the small pothole in the road, tripped and fell firmly to the ground. The kraft paper bag in his arms was thrown upside down, and unfortunately fell into the mud under the tree.

Enduring the pain from his knee, he quickly picked it up and continued to run forward.This is the first time helping my husband, don't mess it up!

In the recent rainy season, it started to rain before taking two steps.Bai Shuyou was annoyed why she forgot to bring an umbrella when she went out.

He was worried that his husband's documents would get wet, so he quickly hid the leather bag in his fur coat to protect it. Because he was always afraid of being late, he didn't notice that the leather bag was covered with dirty mud.

When Youyou rushed to the company lobby, she was already drenched and out of breath.

He carefully handed the cowhide bag to the man with a cold face, anticipation flashed in his amber eyes.

Will my husband praise him?

Fu Qingyang didn't know that there was a rear-end collision on the road. He thought it was Bai Shuyou deliberately looking for an opportunity to express himself, so he sent him the documents from home alone.

Fortunately, it's an internal meeting of the company, so it doesn't matter if it's delayed by half an hour.If it's a project meeting with another company...

He looked down at the cowhide bag that was still covered with wet mud, and his icy eyes were gradually stained with displeasure.

"Did you bring a handkerchief? Use it for me."

Xiaoyuzi was overjoyed, she happened to bring a small handkerchief today, it was originally a gift for her husband, and he even embroidered it, now she just found a chance to give it away.

Full of joy, he slowly took out a small handkerchief from the small satchel, still a little nervous.I wonder if my husband will like this little gift I prepared.

Impatient with his slow movements, Fu Qingyang grabbed the handkerchief to wipe off the mud on the leather bag, and threw it into the trash can at hand.

"You're ten and seven minutes late."

Seeing the man's actions, Bai Shuyou was at a loss, as if there were dark clouds covering the warm sun in his heart, leaving only a haze and darkness.

Before Fu Qingyang turned to leave, his voice was cold and disgusted.

"Don't you know how to be clumsy? It's not helping you, and you're still so dirty."

It was only then that Xiaoyouzi realized her poor manners. She must have been seen by others when she ran all the way to the company just now.

He timidly pulled his fingers, afraid of embarrassing his husband.

Finally, looking at the muddy handkerchief lying in the trash can, the worried Youyou bowed his head and took a few steps to leave the company. His face was wet, and he couldn't tell whether it was rain or tears.

It seemed that a pair of big hands had twisted the heart.

Even breathing has a scorching pain...