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

Youyou held the phone, blushing.

Fu Qingyang stared down at the screen, with a vague smile on the corner of his lips.He waited for a while, seeing Youbao was so ashamed that he couldn't speak, just thinking that his little one was thin-skinned, so he didn't plan to force her anymore.

Unexpectedly, the shy Youyou, as if she had made up her mind, obediently pursed her white and soft lips, and after kissing the screen carefully and earnestly, her amber eyes were clouded with mist.

Youyou held back her embarrassment, and said in a low voice: [You...you... Youyou dear...my dear...husband no...you can't hang up... ...Hang up the phone...]

After a brief daze, a pleasant low laugh escaped from the man's throat.The tenderness in Fu Qingyang's eyes almost overflowed.

[Okay, my husband will not hang up the phone. 】

With that said, Fu Qingyang got up with his mobile phone and walked to the bathroom.He put the phone on the small table above the clean sink.

[Wait for your husband obediently. 】

Youyou nods her head obediently, her sticky eyes reveal reluctance.There is a piece of frosted glass between the sink and the bathtub, and Youyou can vaguely see the outline of her husband's body.

Slowly, Youyou only felt that the tips of her ears were burning hot.

When Fu Qingyang came out of the bathtub after taking a shower, he saw that the fair skin on the side of the neck of his little one was covered with an attractive layer of pink.Fu Qingyang joked with a helpless chuckle.

[It's not like Youbao hasn't seen it before, why are you still shy? 】

Youyou blinked, and was speechless.

The two chatted one sentence at a time until noon, and it was already midnight at Fu Qingyang's side.Although a little reluctant, Youyou still insisted on asking her husband to go to bed obediently.

Fu Qingyang left the camera, Xiaoyouzi switched the video call with the computer, and set the microphone to mute.

In this way, Yuyou can always watch her husband being hot!

(●''●)

Fu Qingyang closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was the first time for Xiaoyuzi to appreciate her husband's sleeping face so seriously.After he ran to the toilet to wash up, he went downstairs to bring the meal that Aunt Chen had cooked back to his room, and sat down in front of the computer.

This stay is just half a day.

After waiting for six hours, Fu Qingyang opened his eyes and saw Youbao on the screen of the phone, obediently holding his little face, and staring at him obediently, which made the man start to worry.

[Pomelo Treasure. 】

Xiaoyouzi's eyes lit up: [Husband wakes up... wakes up hot~]

[Youbao has been looking at the computer screen? 】

Fu Qingyang's tone was slightly cold. Although there was no joy or anger on his face, Youbao always felt that her husband was a little unhappy.

【Hmm... Youyou is wrong... Wrong spicy...】

Although Xiaoyouzi didn't know what was wrong with her, but her husband was angry, it must be because of Yuyou's misbehavior.

Seeing his little baby admitting his mistake quickly, the delicate and cute little face was filled with uneasiness and caution.

Fu Qingyang's tone softened a bit: [Looking at the computer screen all the time is not good for Youbao's eyes.Remember to find Aunt Chen in a while, and ask her to apply eye drops for you, and then put some eye drops. 】

Youyou quickly nodded her head obediently.

After the two got bored for a while, Fu Qingyang hung up the phone and prepared to drive to the branch office to continue the unfinished work yesterday.

Youyou walked out of the bedroom somewhat disappointed, swayed to the easel in the living room, put on her little apron, and sat down on the high stool.

There is a picture of her husband on the wooden shelf.

This is taken by Youyou himself secretly with his mobile phone. In the photo, Fu Qingyang is cooking porridge in the busy kitchen. His sleeves are rolled up on his forearms, revealing his muscular and elegant little arms. The man's perfect profile is a little less It's a bit icy cold, but a bit more gentle.

Little Yuzi's eyes were red again in the hopeless way.

Youyou felt aggrieved and reached out to touch her little head.

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

After coaxing for a while, Youbao coaxed himself well.

When Aunt Chen came over with warm milk, she saw Youyou was painting quietly.The characters and the background in the painting have already taken shape, and they are the husband Youyou misses so much.

Aunt Chen saw the warm red at the end of Youyou's eyes, and she stretched out her hand to rub Youyou's little golden hair in distress.

"Are you tired? Come and drink a cup of warm milk, with the sweet-scented osmanthus honey you like. Just now, Mr. Fu sent me a message, asking me to apply eye drops to your eyes."

"Okay...thank...thank you Chen...Aunt Chen..."

Youyou held the milk cup and drank it in small sips.

It's just that those amber eyes are no longer bright.

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Time flies, seven days.

Youyou was getting weaker and weaker day by day. This morning, Aunt Chen was preparing breakfast for Youyou downstairs when she suddenly heard a muffled sound from the upstairs bedroom.Aunt Chen hurried upstairs to check.

Pushing open the door and entering, I saw the little pomelo falling to the ground.In this way, it seemed that when he got out of bed, he tripped over the quilt and fell to the ground.Aunt Chen felt distressed and hurried forward to help Youyou up.

Only after touching it, Aunt Chen realized that Youyou's body was hot, and she was dizzy, her eyes were a little blurred.

"Pomelo?"

Aunt Chen's heart sank, she quickly found out the thermometer and took Youyou's temperature.The final test result showed a high fever of 39.3°.

Xiaoyouzi was in a daze, as if he could no longer hear the sounds around him. When he was helped by Aunt Chen to lie back under the bed, he struggled obediently and wanted to get up again: "Uh...electric... ..Telephone......"

I need to call my husband.

But, Yuyou is so tired, so tired...

Youyou, who couldn't bear it any longer, fell into a coma again.

Aunt Chen hurriedly contacted the private doctor and told him to come quickly and show Youyou a look.After all, Xiaoyuzi was already in a coma, and he couldn't take the antipyretics, so he could only get an IV injection.

After notifying the private doctor, Aunt Chen called Fu Qingyang again.She didn't know if Mr. Fu was off work, but Youyou suddenly fell ill and had a fever, and the situation was really serious.

Called twice, but the other side didn't answer.

Aunt Chen sat by the bed, replaced Youyou with a fever-reducing sticker, and continued to call Fu Qingyang until the fifth time, the call was finally answered successfully, and Aunt Chen vaguely heard the meeting discussion on the other side of the phone Voice.A slightly unfamiliar voice came through the microphone.

【I'm Assistant Xiang Nan, Mr. Fu is in a meeting.I will keep the mobile phone for him temporarily. Is there anything urgent for you? 】

Aunt Chen knew that Xiang Nan was Mr. Fu's special assistant, so she hurriedly said.

[Master Youyou has a fever, 39.3°, which is a bit serious.I have already called a private doctor, but Youyou's condition is not very good, please report to the assistant to Mr. Fu.Wait until the private doctor comes to check on Youyou...] Aunt Chen wanted to say that she would contact Mr. Fu again.

When Xiang Nan on the other side of the phone heard it, the phone almost frightened him off.

39.3 degrees high fever.

Boss Fu didn't feel sorry for him when he found out.

[Wait a moment, don't hang up yet.I'm going to hand over the call to Mr. Fu. 】The reason why Xiang Nan can become Fu Qingyang's special assistant is that his emotional intelligence and analytical ability are obviously very unusual.Although the company's internal meeting that Mr. Fu is holding is very important, Xiang Nan knows that in Mr. Fu's eyes, only his little husband is the most important.

After thinking quickly, Xiang Nan walked into the conference room with his mobile phone.The voices that were originally discussing gradually quieted down.

"Xiang Nan, what's the matter?"

Fu Qingyang looked at Xiang Nan who was walking towards him and frowned slightly, not because he interrupted the meeting, after all the man knew that Xiang Nan would not have made such a move if there was no special matter.

The facts are just as Fu Qingyang thought.

"Boss Fu, Master Youyou has a high fever, which is a little serious."

"what?!"

Fu Qingyang's face suddenly darkened, and the aura around him became cold and irritable.The man ignored all the employees in the room. He answered the phone and asked Aunt Chen about the details of Youbao.

After 5 minutes, Fu Qingyang hung up the phone.Sitting at the head of the meeting room, his face was cloudy and uncertain.

When I was talking to Youyou this morning, it was obviously fine...

No, something is wrong with Youyou's state.

Youbao was bored, and only when he saw himself, he would happily show a silly smile.While chatting, Youyou's sticky little eyes stuck to her without any smoothness.

Fu Qingyang stretched out his hand and rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, probably having a guess in his heart.This time, Youbao should be suffering from psychogenic fever again.

The mixed-race female manager sitting on Fu Qingyang's right hand couldn't help asking: "Boss Fu, is this meeting still going on?"

"Not open."

Fu Qingyang closed the document and threw it on the table.

The female manager didn't notice Fu Qingyang's gradually violent eyes: "But Mr. Fu, this meeting is to solve the problems in the last project. You can't..."

"I don't need you to point fingers here."

Fu Qingyang looked at the female manager coldly.Don't think he doesn't know, if it wasn't for the female manager's negligence, the branch project wouldn't have such a big problem that he needed to personally come forward to supervise the planning, which made him have to leave Youbaofeilai temporarily Country A.Not to mention that Yuyou is still sick now.

high fever.

At the beginning, Yuyou's small brain was burned out because of the high fever.

Fu Qingyang looked at the female manager with indifferent eyes, and his eyes were faintly beating with disgust and hostility.He originally planned to solve the project problem first this time, and then transfer the female manager who made the mistake.

But now...

"Xiang Nan, arrange for someone to take her to the finance department."

The mixed-race female manager looked at Fu Qingyang in disbelief.

"No, you can't fire me."

Where can she find such a job with high salary and good salary?

Moreover, few large and small companies in the industry will decide to hire employees who have been dismissed by the Fu Group.

Fu Qingyang didn't bother to pay attention to the female manager. He looked at the remaining senior staff managers: "Just implement the plan just discussed. Xiang Nan will stay instead of me, and report to him if there is anything to do."

The others are not stupid mixed-race female managers. They all saw that Mr. Fu was in a bad mood, and quickly said respectfully: "Yes."

Fu Qingyang walked out of the conference room.

"Go south and apply for a private airline."

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

Fu Qingyang looked at the photo on the screen saver of the mobile phone, and gently slid his fingertips across the sleeping boy in the photo: "You Bao..."

Don't be afraid, my husband is here to accompany you.