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

Fu Qingyang gradually remembered what he had just heard in the waiting room, Youbao said: As long as my husband is fine, he is not afraid of pain.

The man is clear that the uneasiness that Xiaoyuzi erupted last night is just a symptom of extreme insecurity.

Today is also the same, Youyou carefully looked at her husband's face, trying to please him at all costs.

Little Youzi didn't seem to care what would happen to him, and his little mind was full of her husband.But Fu Qingyang can't understand this "little problem" of Youyou.

The man is a very rational person, he thought, even if Youbao is in danger, he can calmly give the search and rescue order.

But if it was Youyou, when he knew that something had happened to her husband, he might have felt hopeless and flustered that the sky had fallen.

Fu Qingyang straightened the little pomelo in his arms and let him sit down. His deep voice was cold: "Bai Shuyou, don't wrong yourself. No one will be moved by this, they will only think you are weak and incompetent."

Youyou was frightened by her husband's sudden indifference and seriousness, her little heart skipped a beat, a trace of sourness spread from the bottom of her heart, wrapped around the tip of her nose, and shimmered in her eyes.

"Yes, I'm sorry... Youyou is wrong, wrong, husband, don't, don't be angry..."

The soft white claw unconsciously wanted to hug her husband's arm, as if in this way, the wandering bird could find its way back to the nest.

The soft waxy voice tinged with sobs floated in the man's ears, making him a little upset, not because of Fan Youbao, but when Fan Youbao would think about himself for the first time.

Fu Qingyang frowned, and he decided to push Xiaoyouzi again, trying to find out where Youyou's bottom line is: "Apologize again, what's so sorry about it, Bai Shuyou, can you be a little bit promising? Besides apologizing, you still have to be a little What will you say...what...youbao?"

Tears broke free from the shackles of the eye sockets and rolled down like broken threads, the amber starry eyes were gray and dull.

At that moment, the voice in Bai Shuyou's ear was no longer clear, and the vision in front of her eyes was also blurred by the tears, without any anxiety.

——Bai Shuyou, can you be a little promising?

He had heard this sentence too many times, but never once did it make him feel stinging and confused like now.

Fu Qingyang is special to him.

It was a ray of light that pulled him out of the dark quagmire.

Fu Qingyang gave him too many firsts.They will hug each other, protect them when they are wronged, wash their hands and make soup, rub their little golden retrievers and praise themselves for being good, hug themselves to sleep, hold hands with kisses, and call themselves baby. .....

These are the sweetness that Bai Shuyou never had before leaving the suburban villa, lighting up his gray sky.

Look at himself again, clumsy, troublesome, slow and stuttering, coquettish and crying, slow and stupid... He never felt that he was worthy of Fu Qingyang.

That's why he is careful, and he won't get carried away and be proud of being pampered by his husband.I don't know how to please my husband when I'm left out in the cold, I just hide from a distance, afraid that my husband will look at me and get upset.

If my husband is unhappy, it must be his fault.

Otherwise, why haven't I been loved since I was a child?Why was he thrown to the suburbs by his parents when he was bored at the age of eight?Why do other people think they are unlucky?

Because I am not likable.

If someone asked Bai Shuyou: What are you willing to give to make your husband never abandon you?

Youyou will say without hesitation: Everything.

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"Pomelo, pomelo treasure? Pomelo treasure?"

Fu Qingyang yelled several times but did not get a response, a strange panic grew in his heart.He touched Xiaoyouzi's hand, which was so cold that there was no warmth at all.

"Youbao, be good, just say something, okay?"

The man pulled the little pomelo into his arms, lowered his head anxiously and kissed the little soft lips, trying to coax his pomelo as usual.But kissing and kissing, but only tasted the saltiness of tears.

Fu Qingyang regretted it to death, he simply felt sick.Why do you deliberately say that kind of thing to stimulate Youbao.He obviously knows how much his pomelo depends on and longs for him.

"Baby, don't scare your husband, Youbao, Youbao."

The man covered Yuyou's claws with his big hand, trying to restore Yubao to its usual warm temperature.He simply fished the person into his arms and hugged him, letting Youyou lean on his chest, his strong arms tightly locked on the small soft waist, as if he was afraid that the person in his arms would disappear and slip away.

Bai Shuyou's abnormally dazed state lasted for 5 minutes, and her body temperature gradually recovered.He looked up at the anxious-looking husband in a daze, and gradually he could hear the call in his ear clearly, and his confused consciousness became clearer.

"Old, hubby... um, you, youyou just now... what, what's the matter...? Old, hubby suddenly no, disappeared... "

In the 5 minutes just now, the surroundings of Youyou became quiet, only misty whiteness remained in front of his eyes, as if he was the only one left in the world, drifting endlessly in the cold emptiness.

Fu Qingyang listened to the intermittent soft and waxy voice, and saw that Bai Shuyou's face did not have the sadness just now, only doubt and confusion remained.

The man frowned and pursed his lips in thought.

The little pomelo in her arms blinked and blinked, one or two drops of tears sticking to her curled eyelashes shook and slid down her little face, feeling cool.He slowly stretched out his small hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, only to find that they were wet.

"Huh...? You, why are you crying..."

"You don't even remember?"

The dazed Youyou tilted her head trying to recall.

But I only remember that I got on the plane with my husband, and then I sat down and heard that my photo was posted by bad guys on the Internet, and I also said some bad things about myself and brother Zihan.

And then just...don't remember messing with QnQ.

Xiaoyouzi carefully tugged at her husband's sleeve, her soft body pressed against the man's chest, her amber eyes were innocent.

"Yes, is it Youyou... Forgot, forgot something important... And, you made your husband angry again...?"

"Husband is not angry, Youbao is very good."

Fu Qingyang raised his hand and pushed Youyou's little head back into his embrace, but there was a cold light and a faint uneasiness in his eagle eyes.

His pomelo didn't seem to be lying either.But in just 5 minutes, I don't remember anything.How is this going?

Suddenly, Fu Qingyang's cell phone vibrated.

He unlocked it and opened it, only to find that it was a message from Mu Jian.

The partition in the aisle only separated the seats on the left and right, and Mu Jian was sitting on the same side as Youyou and the others, so he could hear the movement in the front row very clearly.

[Young master's situation is a bit like "Molly's Secret Garden", do I need to arrange a psychiatrist from country F now? 】