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

Returning from country A, the original 10-hour flight was abruptly shortened to 5 hours under Fu Qingyang's strong request.

At noon, Fu Qingyang rushed back to City S.

"Mr. Fu."

Aunt Chen was a little surprised, she didn't expect Fu Qingyang to come back so soon.However, Aunt Chen was not surprised for a long time, and quickly reported to Fu Qingyang the inspection report given by the private doctor to Xiaoyouzi.

"The doctor said that Youyou's mental pressure is too great..."

Fu Qingyang took off his coat and hung it at the entrance, listening to Aunt Chen's report, he frowned slightly: "Heart fever?"

"Yes, Mr. Fu."

After getting an affirmative answer, Fu Qingyang did not breathe a sigh of relief, as if there were two big hands clenched in his heart, and the sour pain spread.

"How is Yuyou doing now, has the fever gone?"

A look of worry flashed across Aunt Chen's eyes: "Youyou hasn't woken up since morning. The doctor gave you a drip, and just took another temperature measurement. It dropped to 38.2°, but..."

After hearing this, Fu Qingyang pursed his thin lips into cold lines.He couldn't help quickening his pace, pushing the door open and entering the bedroom.At first glance, Fu Qingyang saw a small lump protruding from the wide quilt.

"This is a fever-reducing medicine. Master Youyou has not woken up, so there is no way to take it. I'm going to help you and Youyou prepare lunch."

With that said, Aunt Chen withdrew with great eyesight.

By the way, he closed the door thoughtfully.

Fu Qingyang took the antipyretic syrup and sat down gently by the bed.

"Youbao, my husband is back."

Whispering softly, revealing tenderness and love.

The boy on the bed had pale lips.The tails of the white and slightly drooping eyes were stained with a touch of warm red.Lovely face, exquisite and flawless, but like a porcelain doll at the mercy of others.

Not angry.

Fu Qingyang was very distressed.

The man carefully avoided the little hand where the IV was still attached to Youyou, and lowered his head to kiss Youyou's soft little face.

Reluctant to stare at the pomelo for a while, Fu Qingyang forced himself to look away. He put the fever-reducing syrup on the bedside table, went into the bathroom to wash up, and changed into a clean nightgown.

Just in time, the potion in the drip bottle is about to run out.

Fu Qingyang turned off the self-service reminder on the side, raised his hand and gently pulled out the needle for Youyou, and pressed the needle port with his thumb for a while.

"Well....Old...husband..."

Youbao rubbed restlessly under the blanket for a while in a daze, as if he was about to wake up.It's just that before he had time to open his eyes, his small mouth had already started muttering about looking for a husband.

Fu Qingyang couldn't help chuckling, his brows were twined with petting.

"Well, my husband is here."

Responding softly, Fu Qingyang raised his hand to touch Youyou's forehead, leaned over and kissed Youyou's reddish eye ends.

"Hmm~"

Youyou stretched her claws, kicked her feet, stretched softly, turned over, but rolled into the familiar embrace.

Little Yuzi didn't seem to be able to react, so she habitually squinted her eyes and rubbed her cheek comfortably.

Fu Qingyang looked at the little baby who was acting coquettishly in his arms with his eyes closed, and his heart was soft: "Baby You, are you awake? Is there any other discomfort, obediently take some antipyretics first."

The familiar deep voice made Youyou tremble.

With a bang, Youbao opened his eyes.

"Is it old...husband...?"

The corners of Fu Qingyang's lips curled slightly: "Well, it's my husband."

It's really an old duck, Youyou is not dreaming!

Xiaoyouzi opened her mouth, intending to offer her warmest smile to her husband and say "Welcome home", but when the words reached her mouth, the tip of her nose soured, and a series of milky crying sounds came out.

"Wuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu to ...I miss you so much......Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow!”

"Be good, be good. Stop crying, Youbao, be good."

Fu Qingyang turned on the bed and lay down, and gently hugged Youyou in his arms. The warm and soft touch made him sigh silently.It's like a wandering traveler who has finally found his home.

The man lowered his head, staring at Youbao who was crying like a little tabby cat.He gently lowered his head and kissed, between the soft hair, the white forehead, the wet eye corners, the small tip of the nose...

In the end, the hot and eager kiss fell on Youbao's soft white lips.The seven days of separation and seven days of longing finally turned into warm sweetness, making the two embrace each other tightly.

Lips and teeth rubbed together, scorching breath sprayed.Fu Qingyang swallowed all the soft chants of pomelo pomelo.I don't know how long it took before Fu Qingyang let go of the red-faced Youbao.

"Good boy."

Fu Qingyang stared at the unbelievably soft and alluring little baby in his arms, his eyes darkened.The kisses that have been tasted lightly seem to be unable to satisfy all the love in the man's heart for his little husband.

"Old...husband..." Youyou lowered her eyes shyly, not daring to meet Fu Qingyang's eyes.After all, that gaze was too fiery and straightforward.

Let pomelo have... a little strange... strange shy ~

(*／ω＼＊)

"Hmm." Fu Qingyang's Adam's apple rolled slightly, suppressing the eagerness to move in his heart, and raised his hand to bring over the fever-reducing syrup on the bedside table, "Honey, take the medicine first, it's sweet."

Youyou leaned in her husband's arms, letting the man help her up and sit down. For some reason, Youyou just wanted to hug her husband and act like a baby, and listened to her husband gently coaxing Youyou to be happy.

"My husband cheated... cheated pomelo... medicine... medicine is bitter..."

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows. He had also drank this antipyretic syrup before, and it was obviously sweet.But Youbao has always kept the little thoughts in his heart clearly written on his little face.

The man didn't expose it, but gently swayed Youbao with his arms around it.

"Bitter? Come, give your husband a kiss, it will be sweet."

Little Yuzi took it seriously, she pouted her mouth coquettishly, and obediently waited for her husband to kiss her.Yuyou wants to become... sweeter!

"Why do you love acting like a baby more and more, huh?"

Fu Qingyang sighed helplessly, but it was very useful in his heart.

Not teasing Youbao anymore, Fu Qingyang stretched out his hand to support the back of Youyou's head, held him in his arms and kissed him for a while before letting go.

"Youbao, are you still dizzy?"

"Don't get dizzy~"

Youyou hugged her husband's waist with her claws, leaning her little head on her husband's shoulder.He listened carefully to the powerful heartbeat and the familiar temperature, which gradually calmed Youyou's flustered heart.

"Husband~"

"Well, my husband is here."

"Husband hubby hubby~"

"Hmm."

"Husband is... is it Yuyou's...?"

"My husband belongs to Youbao."

"Hmm...youyou...is also my husband!"

Listening to the soft voice in his ear, Fu Qingyang called "husband" over and over again, sweet, warm and charming.There was no other way, he had no choice but to reach out and pat Youbao's little butt lightly, and said intimidatingly.

"Call again, call my husband again, and my husband will not wait until night. Youbao don't even think about getting out of bed today."

Fu Qingyang thought that his "threat" had worked, and the little grapefruit in his arms finally calmed down a bit.

Youyou's fingertips trembled slightly as she groped under the blanket.

"Hmm...youbao?"

Fu Qingyang's breath was stagnant, and he grabbed Youyou's slender wrist, his deep voice was slightly hoarse.

The man looked incredulously at Youbao, whose ears were so red that it was about to bleed, and there was inexplicable emotion in his dark eyes.

Youyou drooped her head in fright, shy and scared.

Xiaoyouzi is afraid that her husband will think that Yuyou is no longer that ignorant and pure Youyou, so she won't like Youyou...

(í_ì)

But Youyou really misses her husband very much.

I want my husband to hug pomelo.

clack.

The tears that were finally stopped broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and slipped from the corners of the eyes.Youbao was wronged.

Fu Qingyang let go of Youbao's wrist, and raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corners of his eyes for Youyou: "Good boy, it's not that my husband doesn't want to. Youbao is still burning, so don't toss about it. Now Youbao should rest obediently. Wait The baby's fever is gone, and my husband will definitely satisfy you."

Looking at Youbao who dropped the little pearl, the man couldn't laugh or cry.He lowered his voice and patiently coaxed the sobbing little baby, feeling a pity in his heart.It's rare that Yubao is so active. Hey, it's a pity that my pomelo is still sick, so I can't mess around.

It's a pity that Youbao, who is still feverish, is not very obedient.Youyou's head was a little dizzy at first, but now she's even more confused when she cries.

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooyou...?"

Fu Qingyang quickly denied it: "No, why doesn't my husband want Youbao? Be good, don't scare yourself with Youbao."

Youbao didn't care whether he listened or not, pouted his mouth coquettishly: "Then... Then my husband, why not, don't let Youyou touch..."

Fu Qingyang almost laughed angrily: "Youbao is still unreasonable, huh? Baby's fever hasn't subsided yet, so we can't be intimate."

Youyou stretched out her white and tender little claws.

"But...Keyou, Youyou's hands...the hands are not sick..."

It's useless for anyone to reason with Youbao, who has a small temper.

In the end, Fu Qingyang had no choice but to put his arms around Youbao, and put his hand on his abdominal muscles: "Okay, Youbao's hands and hands are not sick, and my husband listens to Youbao, okay? Be good. "

"Well......"

Youyou's claws moved, and Fu Qingyang tensed up all over.

After a while, Yubao's paws became tired, and the little Yuzu, who was still having a fever, was not full of energy, and fell asleep in her husband's arms again after a while.Fu Qingyang, who was provoked, was left alone.

Fu Qingyang looked helplessly at the babbling little baby, wanting to be angry but not really angry.He cursed himself for being useless, so he could only pull a wet tissue to help Youbao wipe his claws carefully.

After cleaning up, the man glanced at An Xin's sleeping Youbao, and bit the tip of Xiaoyouzi's nose angrily.

After tossing around like a baby, he was not responsible for putting out the fire.

"Little heartless..."