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

"First, sir..."

The unfamiliar address made Fu Qingyang frowned slightly, and his icy eyes were stained with displeasure.Just looking at the warm red at the end of Xiaoyouzi's eyes, she knew that he had cried.If I wanted to teach a lesson, I couldn't say it.

Subconsciously, Bai Shuyou grabbed the hem of her clothes and took two steps back, pulling a short distance away from the man, timidly raising her head.

Youyou, who is not very smart, doesn't know if her husband has calmed down, but seeing her husband's face is a little cold, and his soft mouth is a little bit aggrieved.

The little white feet didn't know how to put on double wool socks, so they just stepped on the floor naked, as if they were aware of the coldness, and the round and lovely toes curled up slightly.

"Why don't you blow your hair?"

Fu Qingyang walked towards Xiaoyouzi, wanting to reach out to touch his wet little golden hair, but he was avoided.The man's slender, bony hands froze in the air, and his cold and serious face instantly darkened.

"Bai Shuyou, are you... hiding from me?"

Xiaoyouzi panicked when she heard her husband's cold and angry voice.He raised his head stupidly and anxiously wanted to explain: "No, it's not... Youyou didn't hide, Mister Dodge..."

The amber eyes were stained with water, and the delicate and beautiful eyebrows were all wrinkled.The lukewarm tone became even more stammered because of anxiety.He repeated the same sentence stupidly, subconsciously wanting to grab her husband's hand.But I'm a little scared...

Today, the cell phone that suddenly flew towards him and shattered at his feet really frightened the timid and cowardly Youyou.

What made him even more flustered was that he made his husband angry again.Hubby told him...to get out.

Bai Shuyou was afraid that her husband would pack her up and throw her out of the house, and after throwing herself away, her husband would never want her again.

Fu Qingyang was annoyed as he stared at Little Yuzu's uneasy face.He also realized that what he said in the study this afternoon had frightened Youbao.

"Okay, it's getting late, you can dry your hair and go to bed." The man was a little irritable in his heart, he left the words coldly, and planned to turn around and go out of the bedroom to smoke a cigarette to calm down.

Youyou stared blankly at her husband's back, her heart was empty, she seemed to be a confused little bird, a gust of wind swept away the bird's nest, and she was homeless ever since.He burst into tears in fright.

Regardless of the lingering vicious memory in her heart, Youyou quickly opened her hands softly and hugged her husband's waist from behind, her whole body stuck to it, and her milky little voice trembled a little.

"Old man...don't, don't go, don't... don't want youyou, you are the best, the most obedient...don't, don't let you go... ...Husband...youyouyi, alone afraid..."

In the afternoon, he stayed alone in the dormitory, worried and afraid, afraid that his husband would be like his parents and let him really get out.Once, she left the home where she lived for eight years and was ruthlessly thrown into a desolate suburb.What about now?

The more Bai Shuyou thought about it, the more uneasy she became. When Fu Qingyang turned around and hugged Xiaoyouzi into his arms, the blood had gone from her soft white lips, and the bottom of her beautiful amber eyes were also dull.

Wrapped in a warm embrace, Youyou raised her head sobbingly, her heart filled with surprise and sourness.He grabbed the corner of her husband's clothes, and big tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.

"Lord, master... the puppy is wrong, wrong... don't be angry with the puppy, okay, okay? Youyou is very, very good... everything , you can do everything, Master...Master, Youyouxi..."

The little thought she was hiding almost slipped out of her mouth, but Bai Shuyou suddenly came to her senses and stopped speaking.Ruannuo's choked voice was a bit sticky, Fu Qingyang didn't hear the last word, but he heard Xiaoyouzi's first few words, which were clumsy and flattering.

The man's heart hurts.

The confused and innocent Youyou thought that her husband liked him very much, and he called himself a puppy.After all, when I was shy in the past, my husband would call him "good dog" in my ear.

As long as the husband is happy and doesn't take back the love and care given to him, then what's wrong with him being a humble and self-destructive puppy begging his master to love him?

The little fool wanted to be loved so much.

After tasting the sweetness once, Yuyu turned bad and became greedy.

He raised his hand to touch the buttons of his pajamas, and unbuttoned them after clumsily undoing them with trembling fingertips a few times.Fu Qingyang frowned and stared at Youyou's movements, there was no passion in her icy eyes, only coldness.

The man vaguely knew what Xiaoyouzi meant, and he was a little dazed.My name is Youbao Puppy Dog, half with affection and half with affection, I never thought of humiliating him.

Maybe he should have noticed Youbao's abnormal psychology when he was shopping for clothes. He didn't want the title of "little dog" to be a kind of flattery that Youbao lowered his status and begged for.

The man thought that, apart from the rumors on the Internet this afternoon, he had always guarded the innocent Youyou very well, but he didn't know that the source of all the anxiety in Youyou was actually himself.

"Lord, master...please eat, eat the puppies..."

While Fu Qingyang was frowning and thinking, Xiaoyouzi had already taken off his pajamas. He half-kneeled on the bed, saying what a man had taught him, hoping that her husband would be as happy as usual.

Then maybe you can forgive yourself.

"Bullshit!"

Fu Qingyang's voice was rarely trembling with anger.

He stepped in front of Bai Shuyou, pulled the man roughly and eagerly into his arms and wrapped him up: "It's not a puppy, it's my pomelo, it's my husband's pomelo, good boy... Husband is not angry, you don’t need to wrong yourself like this, your husband is not good this afternoon, he shouldn’t be angry with you. It’s not Yubao’s fault, don’t be afraid, don’t be afraid, be good..."

The man didn't expect that his comforting didn't work, and the little pomelo in his arms cried even more fiercely.Youyou's two lotus root arms were wrapped around her husband's neck, and her small head was buried in her husband's arms and rubbed lightly.

With a choked-up milk voice, the words "husband" overflowed from the lips, each more uneasy, more wronged, and more dependent.

Husband is not angry, he will not want pomelo.

I don't know whether to say weeping with joy, or the strings that had been tense all the time suddenly loosened, and all the pent-up tears burst out in one breath.

Fu Qingyang felt distressed.

The man remembered the way he comforted Youbao last time.He pinched Youyou's small chin forcefully with his slender fingertips and lifted it slightly, coaxing him with an urgent and domineering reassurance.

"Baby don't cry, my husband will give you a kiss, okay?"