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

Fu Qingyang's icy pupils shrank suddenly, and he quickly stepped forward and grabbed the man's wrist holding the knife and snapped it sharply.Fortunately, this person had been knocked down before, so he didn't have much strength left.otherwise......

The man was on fire.

He kicked the man with the broken wrist away, turned sullenly and looked at the little pomelo that made him angry and distressed.

The expected pain didn't come, but the strange scream made Youyou tremble in fright, and she shed two or three teardrops intermittently.He tentatively opened his eyes, and as soon as he raised his head, he met his husband's indifferent eagle eyes.

Seeing that her husband hadn't been stabbed with a knife, Xiaoyuzi's belated fear and fear came to her in an instant.The tip of his nose was sore, and he clung softly to her husband, wanting to hug him. It seemed that only by feeling the familiar temperature, the panic-stricken Youyou could feel at ease.

Fu Qingyang, who was still angry, frowned, and avoided indifferently.

Youyou, who was refused to stick it, tugged at the hem of his clothes sadly, the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes rolled down his cheeks uncontrollably, he lowered his head and sobbed aggrievedly.

Before Fu Qingyang began to lecture people severely, Youbao on the opposite side was already sobbing like a little cat, drooping his head pitifully, and occasionally let out a few milky little cries belch.Men are completely lost.

Fu Qingyang sighed, hugged him distressedly, and wiped the tears on his face with the small handkerchief Youbao gave him before: "Be good, Youbao, stop crying, let's go back to the hotel first."

Mu Jian and Gu Changjue stayed to deal with the follow-up matters with winking eyes. Fu Qingyang took the car arranged in advance, took Xiaoyouzi into the reserved hotel, and checked in.

Youyou, who had stopped crying, looked at the two separate single beds in the spacious room, and burst into tears again.

My husband must not like pomelo, so he wants to sleep in separate beds.

Has he and her husband entered the cold period of marriage?

Fu Qingyang put away his luggage and sat on the sofa with Youyou in his arms: "Why is Youbao crying again? Don't you like this room?"

"Youyou think, want to sleep with my husband..."

The man was slightly stunned, and glanced at the two separated single beds, his icy eyes were stained with a smile: "Be good, you, I will sleep in separate beds for one night, and tomorrow my husband will ask someone to change the bed into a double bed, okay?"

Xiaoyuzi wiped her tears and nodded reluctantly.

"Youbao, don't be stupid again. If the situation today hadn't been for the man's lack of strength, you would have been injured. Don't do this next time. My husband has the ability to protect himself, you know?"

"Yes, but..."

Fu Qingyang restrained the tenderness in his expression, and his eyes were cold and cold. He interrupted Youyou: "Bai Shuyou, there is nothing wrong."

As he said that, as if it was not negotiable, the man got up to pack his luggage, leaving Xiaoyouzi sitting alone on the sofa.Fu Qingyang could imagine the uneasiness and panic in his Youbao eyes without looking.

But he had to be ruthless. Fu Qingyang wanted to let that idiot Youbao know that if he encountered the same danger next time, he must not push him away like today and choose to bear it alone.

Xiaoyuzi vaguely understood what her husband meant, but he didn't want to.He didn't want her husband to be hurt, but he didn't want her husband to ignore him like this...

Youyou wiped away her tears and stood up, following closely behind her husband like a sticky little tail.He was so stupid that he didn't know how to please her husband, so he could only help her husband to pack things together foolishly.

Wherever Fu Qingyang went, Youbao followed him.

After hanging all the clothes in the closet and placing the daily necessities neatly, Youyou tried to find a chance to talk to her cold-faced husband several times, but she was so timid that she didn't dare to speak.After hesitating in a daze, Xiaoyuzi followed her husband into the bathroom.

Fu Qingyang stopped, raised his eyebrows and looked at the wilted little grapefruit: "I wash my hands, what are you doing here?"

Hearing that her husband finally spoke to herself, Youyou pinched the corner of her clothes and said, "Then, then, Youyou will wash your husband's hands, wash your hands... Husband, don't, don't ignore Youyou, okay... ...?"

Ever since he could remember, Fu Qingyang had never asked anyone to wash his hands.Just looking at the amber eyes twinkling with little stars, the mouth turned around when he refused: "Yeah."

Little Yuzi was overjoyed, the little black cloud hanging on her head came and went quickly, two sweet little dimples bloomed on her white and tender face.Youyou carefully helped her husband roll up his sleeves, and took the man's hand and put it in the sink.

The slow movements reveal gentleness and cherishment.

The water flowed by, neither hot nor cold.

The soft little claws were wrapped in bubbles, and they were seriously rubbed on the husband's big hands, rubbing them gently.

Fu Qingyang quietly let Xiaoyouzi play with him. He stared down at the little gentleman in front of him. He was clearly washing his hands, but his soft lips were slightly pursed, secretly suppressing the slightly curved corners of his mouth.

The man doesn't understand why Youyou is happy because of these insignificant touches, his pomelo treasure is too easy to satisfy.

It seems that if you give him a piece of candy, you can be sweet for a year.

Thinking of Youbao pushing himself away today, Fu Qingyang knew that he wanted to protect himself, and it was impossible not to be moved, but the man was already 28, past that impulsive youthful age.

Fu Qingyang didn't want to experience the panic and emptiness of losing Youbao for a moment.The man admitted that he was scared.

As soon as the foam was washed off his hands, Xiaoyuzi was pressed by her husband on the sink from behind.He suddenly tensed up from fright, but after feeling her husband's strong heartbeat, he unconsciously relaxed his body.However, Yuyou is still a little shy.

Little Yuzi didn't even dare to raise her little head, because the sweet intimacy between the two was reflected in the mirror of the sink.

"Well, old man...youyou haven't taken a shower yet..."

Fu Qingyang smiled lightly, leaning her head to Xiaoyouzi's ear, her voice was hoarse and hot: "Hey, my husband will wash Youbao later."

......

【Slightly ヾ(●゜▽゜●)】

Fu Qingyang was lying on the bed hugging Youyou who was wearing a nightgown.Although it was a single bed, it was enough for the two of them to sleep.When going to bed, the man was reluctant to let go of the soft pomelo in his arms, so he just slept on the same bed.

Little Yuzi twisted her sore and soft waist, humming and chirping coquettishly, Amber peeked at her husband's expression with half-closed eyes, and wrote all the little thoughts in her heart on her cute face the size of a slap.

——I want my husband to rub my waist for help.

The man propped his chin, put his big hand on Youyou's waist and rubbed lightly: "Youbao, promise my husband not to do this next time. My husband is also a human being. If Youbao gets hurt, my husband will be afraid."

Youyou hugged her husband's arm and stuck it up, raised her head and kissed the corner of her husband's mouth: "But, my husband is injured, you, youyou are also afraid... Youyou also want to... I also want to protect my husband."

Seeing that Youbao had learned to talk back, Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows and grabbed his two claws and locked them on the bed, while the other big hand scratched the itchy flesh on Youyou's waist mercilessly.

"Yah...haha, ha, itch...Old man, don't, you are wrong, wrong... Hahaha... Uh, my husband is bad ..."

"How dare you call me bad, huh?" Fu Qingyang bullied Youbao for another 2 minutes before releasing him.

The little Yuzi who was freed immediately got up, wrapped in the bed, leaving only a small head exposed outside, her round amber eyes glistened with water, looking at her husband vigilantly and attached.

"Hey, don't make trouble with Youbao, come here."

Youyou heard her husband's call, and crawled back foolishly, nestled in his arms, enjoying the man's love for her.

"In the future, my husband will protect Youbao. If Youbao finds danger, I will report it to my husband as soon as possible. Is this okay?"

Boss Fu, who casually talked about tens of millions of projects, has lost the strategizing in the business circle of the past, and now he is negotiating with his own little gentleman by coaxing, of course, men are also willing to do so.

Little Yuzi didn't want to make her husband angry anymore, so she quickly nodded her head obediently, and leaned softly on her husband's chest.

Fu Qingyang was quietly relieved when he saw that the little ancestor finally agreed without losing Jin Doudou.

The man put his arms around Youbao and told him about his itinerary for this month, and about his friend, Bugis, who was going to visit tomorrow.

The simple little grapefruit didn't think much, he thought that he would perform well tomorrow, and he must not embarrass her husband.

Fu Qingyang didn't say much, and concealed Bugis' identity as a psychiatrist, and didn't say the real purpose of taking Youyou there.The man is mainly worried that his pomelo will think wildly.

It's already seven o'clock in the evening in country F, it's time to prepare dinner.

Little Yuzi missed her husband's fish porridge, and hungrily stuck behind her husband in the kitchen.

The hotel has processed fresh meat, vegetables and fruits, which are also very convenient to prepare.

Youyou wanted to help, and if the man didn't agree, he would pouted his little mouth happily, and an oil can could be hung on his soft lips.In the end, Fu Qingyang was tiptoed by Youyou, and after a few flattering kisses, he compromised without exception.

The man took the apron: "Youbao, raise your hand."

Little Yuzi raised her hand obediently, and sweetly asked her husband to help her put on the spare apron, and ran to the chopping board to stand around the vegetable cutting area.

Fu Qingyang was helpless, but Youbao twisted his little hands and said: "Old man, husband...your hands look so good...you hurt yourself while cutting vegetables, youyou understands, Distressed......"

The man stared down at the little pomelo who was talking about love without knowing it, and a thought moved in his mind.He raised his eyebrows and leaned slightly, his handsome face approaching Youbao, his tone was cold and inviolable indifference: "Youbao likes her husband's hand? No wonder he was reluctant to let go just now."

The pure Youyou was stunned for a few seconds, and then realized the deep meaning of the words, couldn't help but blushed and ran away.

Fu Qingyang looked at the little ball hidden on the bed, with a smile on his face, and sighed softly, like pampering or pampering.

"Little fool."

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What does it take to fall in love?

For Fu Qingyang, it was Youbao who gently held his hand, raised his head obediently, and smiled with a pure attachment.