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

Early the next morning, when Bai Shuyou woke up, he saw Fu Qingyang, who was dressed neatly, sitting on the small sofa in the bedroom with his head down reading a book.

"husband……?"

Youyou rubbed her eyes, thinking she had fallen asleep.The little brain that just woke up was not very bright, and it took a while to realize that my husband doesn't need to go to the company for a few days from today.

"Well, get up when you wake up, and take you to the painting workshop today."

After leaving a cold sentence, Fu Qingyang got up and left.Little Yuzi didn't dare to dawdle, she washed and changed clothes half expectantly and half restlessly.

After the two had breakfast, the man drove Bai Shuyou out and arrived at the painting workshop within 10 minutes of driving.

Youyou looked at the elegant Waterside Bamboo House in front of him, and suddenly remembered the little words that Uncle Wen had read.

"The smoke and rain fall on the broken bridge, and the blue stones are broken. Pour a cup of Tianya, half of the flowers bloom, and they are cool in the wind and rain. The breeze passes through the bamboo forest, whispering. Drink a pot of care, and bloom on the moss."

Xiaoyouzi's beautiful amber eyes were clouded with water, and her lowered eyes were a little sad.He thought, if Uncle Wen hadn't left, he would definitely like this place very much.

Fu Qingyang was a little surprised by the soft and waxy chant in his ears.Bai Shuyou has been in a trance since the moment he got off the car, and the sweet and soft temperament around his body gradually settled, as if covered with a thin layer of frost.

The man walked along the gravel road with pomelo, and passed the small wooden bridge. What he saw was a low-key and elegant bamboo house, and the door plate hanging on the handle had two words - nameless.

Under the eaves, Fu Qingyang rang the copper bell. The clear and pleasant sound was not loud, but it spread far and leisurely.

Xiaoyouzi looked down at her clothes, and touched her rosy cheeks, her appearance was disturbed and serious.

The man raised his eyebrows, and a smile appeared in his icy eyes.

"What are you nervous about?"

"I, I'm afraid of the master of the painting workshop, no..."

Before Bai Shuyou finished grinding slowly, the bamboo door was opened from the inside, and a young man with a wicked appearance came out.

The long jet black hair hangs straight down like silk and satin, the facial features are clear and elegant, the vermilion lips smile, and the soft lines blur the edges and corners.

The narrow and long phoenix eyes carried the unique elegance and coldness of the East, but because the corners of the eyes were slightly raised, they were enchanting and alluring.

It's a pity that the beauty has a long mouth.

"Ah, dear, you are finally here! Your Qingqing misses you so much, woo woo woo, I've been waiting for you until the flowers are gone~"

Jiang Ziqing's deliberately protracted tone was whimsical and flattering.

The words on his mouth were addressed to Fu Qingyang, but his fiery eyes were fixed on the beautiful young man beside him, as if he wanted to see the shadow of Mr. Eleven from him.

Listening to the stunning man's address to her husband, Xiaoyuzi felt sour in her heart, forgot to be nervous for a moment, and stared back with puffed cheeks not to be outdone.

Little Claw Claw grabs her husband's hand as if declaring sovereignty.All she had to do was write the words "Husband, mine!" on her little face.

Jiang Ziqing was stunned by the fierce little grapefruit, her face was not clear but she panicked inside: what to do, what to do, Mr. Eleven's personal biography doesn't seem to like me, what to do, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh ah! ! !

After screaming and rolling in his heart, the corners of his lips slightly raised a gentle and bright smile, trying to make his voice friendly and gentle.

"You are the Bai Shuyou that Fu Bingkuang said. Youyou, can I call you that?"

Who knew, the handsome boy in front of him grabbed the man's hand and took a step back vigilantly, his clear amber eyes were full of resistance: "My husband, it's not ice!"

Although very scary, but very fierce.

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows. He hasn't seen Yuyou's murderer before, and he doesn't know what's going on. His little Yuzi has always been very good.

That's the problem with the bastard on the other side.

"Tsk, stay away, you're scaring Youyou."

The man's tone was cold and disgusted, Jiang Ziqing gave him a blank look, then immediately looked at Bai Shuyou with an aggrieved look.

Just when he was about to say something to save the boy's first impression of himself, he heard that soft voice wafting again.

Little Youzi looked up at her husband unhappily: "Youyou are the only ones, I'm not... not scared!"

Well, the children are fierce and can't distinguish between friends and foes.

The man who was inexplicably angered turned cold, and narrowed his eyes dangerously, staring at the courageous Bai Shuyou, who was startled and immediately woke up.

Xiaoyouzi shrank her shoulders timidly, and then felt wronged again. Her amber eyes were foggy, her husband was too bad.

"Youyou." Fu Qingyang sighed, resigned to his fate and raised his hand sideways to pull Bai Shuyou, who was about to cry, into his arms, "What's wrong? Is there something uncomfortable, eh?"

"Husband belongs to Youyou, no, don't let him snatch it..."

"Well, good. Don't let him snatch it."

Hearing his friend's shameless reassuring answer, Jiang Ziqing finally understood that the sentimental group regarded him as a rival in love, and he couldn't help but get angry.Do you think such a stunning person like him is blind?

It's not that he doesn't know Fu Qingyang's dog temper, if it wasn't for Bai Shuyou's being obedient and stupid, he would have packed up and ran away with others.

There are so many warm men in the world, why bother holding ice cubes and not letting go!

"Don't worry, Youyou, I don't want to rob you of your husband. Brother, I have someone I like, um, the kind with deep roots!"

Hearing Jiang Ziqing's assurance, Xiaoyouzi timidly raised her little head from the man's arms, tears welled up in her red eyes, her pitiful appearance made people feel distressed.

There was no trace of the fierce aura just now.

"Really, really...?"

"Really!" The beauty nodded frantically, for fear that she would be misunderstood again if she moved too slowly.

Bai Shuyou realized that she had misunderstood him, rubbed her head in embarrassment, and slowly withdrew from her husband's arms.

"Yes... I'm sorry, it's Yuyou's fault."

"It's okay, it's okay, Youyou is so good." Jiang Ziqing's heart softened because of the cuteness, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub his soft hair.

After the episode of the little misunderstanding ended, the three of them entered Zhushe's studio, and Fu Qingyang stood beside Xiaoyouzi like a parent who was interviewing the head teacher.

"This emerald cufflink is undoubtedly Mr. Eleven's star button."

Jiang Ziqing's tone was a little excited. He lifted the easel covered with a black cloth in the center of the studio, revealing an oil painting with elegant colors. He looked at Bai Shuyou expectantly.

"Youyou, have you seen the person in the painting?"

Xiaoyouzi's amber eyes lit up, and Xiaoji nodded like a pecking rice.

"Yes, it's Uncle Wen!"

"As expected... your butler is Mr. Eleven!"

A light flashed in Jiang Ziqing's phoenix eyes. He had only met Mr. Eleven once, but it happened that the glimpse was a lifetime away.

And now, he finally found a clue related to Mr. Eleven, how could he not be happy?

However, he looked at Bai Shuyou's still cute expression, and couldn't help but feel a little depressed and confused: "Youyou, aren't you excited when you hear Mr. Eleven's name?"

After living in isolation for almost six years, Xiaoyouzi has a crooked little head, and big, big confusion is written on her little face.

Jiang Ziqing took a deep breath, and pointed to his astonished face: "I, Jiang Ziqing, have you heard of it?"

The circle artist is famous as a genius, but Xiao Youzi still shook her head in confusion.

"The representative painting, "Ziqing When It Rains at Night"."

Bai Shuyou's soft mouth opened slightly, and her little mind instantly regained consciousness: "Ah, you are the one that Uncle Wen said, the narcissistic painter who likes to draw self-portraits~!"

Jiang Ziqing, who secretly admires Mr. Eleven: "..."

/(_|||)..justsosad.