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

Fu Qingyang raised his eyebrows and looked at Youbao who was sitting next to him, eating the fish porridge he made in small bites.

Seeing Youyou's round eyes squinting happily and comfortably, a sense of satisfaction gradually grew in the man's cold heart.

He patiently wiped off the grains of rice sticking to the corners of Youyou's mouth with a handkerchief, and reached out to touch Youyou's stomach through the pajamas.

Bulky.

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly: "Are you full?"

Little Yuzi's eyes wandered, and she shook her head guiltily: "No, no...You still have pomelo, you can still eat it..."

"Youbao." The man's tone sank, and Youyou put down the spoon in fright, hugged his husband's arm with his small hands uneasily, pressed it softly, and said softly.

"Pomelo, pomelo is..."

The slight displeasure in Fu Qingyang's heart quietly turned into helplessness and pampering when he met Youbao's watery amber eyes.He hugged Xiaoyouzi, his voice was gentle and cold.

"If you can't finish the fish porridge, just pour it out. Don't be brave. If you eat too much, you will get a stomachache. Youbao is obedient, okay?"

"Yes, but..."

Youbao was a little bit reluctant, groaning and laying in her husband's arms, tilting her head up and acting like a baby obediently: "Old man, don't fall down, husband... Youyouming, you can eat it for breakfast tomorrow morning... ...."

Unable to say the refusal, Fu Qingyang could only nod helplessly, and got up to clean up the dishes.Little Yuzu quietly followed her husband around, until the remaining fish porridge was sealed with plastic wrap and put in the refrigerator, Yuyou was relieved.

The man naturally noticed Youbao's small movements, and a smile appeared in his icy eyes.That little guy thought his peeking eyes were so hidden, really...

Fu Qingyang chuckled, and the coldness on his brow disappeared.

Because the man had cooked, he went to the bathroom to take a shower, and when he came out, he saw Youbao had obediently got into bed, covered his head and seemed to be asleep.

Fu Qingyang lightly dimmed the lamp on the bedside table, came to Youbao's bedside, and gently pulled down the quilt.Startled, Youbao squinted his eyes in a daze, and muttered softly.

"Well, old man..."

"Hey, don't bury your head and sleep."

"Hmm...you, youyou...you know...la..."

Humming intermittently, sticky, before finishing a sentence, the too sleepy Youbao fell into a deep sleep again.

Fu Qingyang stared down at the obedient little ball nestled on the bed, his cold heart gradually softened.He bowed his head and kissed Youbao's soft little face, and said good night softly.

He glanced at the single bed where the two were separated, and frowned slightly.

After two seconds of freezing, the man still lifted his feet and walked towards his own bed, turned over and lay down on the bed.After all, a single bed is no better than a double bed, and after a day's flight, Youbao is really sleepy. Fu Qingyang wants Xiaoyouzi to have a good sleep and refresh his spirit.

In the dim light, Fu Qingyang could vaguely see a few strands of golden soft hair on the white pillow, and only the arched blanket was left in his vision, and his arms were empty.

a little cold.and a little more...

Fu Qingyang frowned and closed his eyes, ignoring the strangeness in his heart.

In the dark, there is a silence.

It's as if I'm the only one left in the world.

Solitude and silence should have been the temperature he was familiar with.

But now why is there a trace of soreness and discomfort in my heart?

After more than 50 minutes, the man opened his mouth irritably, his dark eagle eyes were full of displeasure and inexplicable unhappiness.

Fu Qingyang propped up the bed and stood up, her thin lips slightly pursed, staring at Youbao on the opposite single bed, hesitated for a second, then got up and walked over to bypass Youyou.

Xiaoyouzi's sleeping face is very cute. My husband said that he would bury his head if he didn't let him. It's been almost an hour, and he didn't move. Had a good dream, so sweet.

There was a trace of depression on Fu Qingyang's eyebrows.

It was Youbao who just reluctantly hugged his arms and said that he didn't want to sleep in a separate bed, and now it was Youbao who left himself and slept like a piglet by himself... In the end, he was tossing and turning here and couldn't sleep.

The man sat on the edge of the bed and sulked.

After a few minutes, all the depression and displeasure finally turned into a helpless sigh.

Fu Qingyang carefully lifted a corner of the quilt, and lay softly beside Youbao.The man was just about to reach out to pick up the pomelo treasure, and the little pomelo seemed to feel something in his sleep. He moved his body, turned over skillfully and rolled into the man's arms, stretched out his claws, and hugged his husband Jingzhuang waist.

The warm temperature made Fu Qingyang's heart tremble.

The man pursed his lips, as if compromising or conniving, stretched out his hand and gently hugged Youbao back, making him sleep more comfortably on his body, but...

Fu Qingyang focused on Youbao's soft lips that were close at hand, his eyes darkened, he no longer struggled with his "abnormality", and resigned to his fate, he lowered his head and kissed her with the eager thoughts in his heart.

Silent all night.

Comfortable and warm, filled with a touch of sweetness.

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The next day, Youyou opened her eyes in a daze, hugged her husband habitually, and rubbed her small cheek against the man's neck.

"Old man...good morning..."

"morning."

Fu Qingyang rubbed Youbao's little golden hair, and the deep and low voice that had just woken up contained a hint of hoarseness, which made Youbao's ears itch as if it had grown a small hook.

Xiaoyouzi nestled in her husband's arms for a while, and her dull and confused thoughts gradually became clear.He stared at his round water eyes, and tilted his head in doubt: "Huh...? Why is my husband... on Youyou's bed..."

Well, he clearly remembered that her husband said that she would sleep in separate beds.

Even though he was stared at by Youbao's pure eyes, Fu Qingyang's expression was still calm, and he couldn't see a single mistake.He said lightly: "Really? Youbao remembered wrongly, the side where you sleep is my bed."

When the simple and easy-going Youyou heard it, two lovely blushes slowly climbed up his fair little face, he hugged her husband's arm softly, and shyly twisted his little body.

"Oh... yes, Yuyou remembered wrong... No, but Yuyou just, just wanted to sleep with her husband..."

Fu Qingyang's breathing was stagnant, and the depression that had finally dissipated last night was stuck in his heart again, neither up nor down.He squinted slightly and sneered, with a dangerous tone: "Oh, I think Youbao sleeps well without a husband."

The man withdrew his arms coldly, got up and prepared to wash up.

The sudden indifference completely scared Youbao's little sleepy bug.Youyou hurriedly got up and followed behind her husband cautiously, her restless little eyes couldn't help but glance at the man.

Husband seems unhappy.

While brushing his teeth quietly, Xiaoyuzi turned his not-so-bright little head trying to remember if he did something wrong, which made her husband angry again.

After much deliberation, the only thing that came to mind was that he went to the wrong bed.

Does your husband want to sleep alone?

He drooped his little head listlessly, his clear amber eyes were somewhat dim.After both of them finished washing, Xiaoyuzi mustered up the courage to hold her husband by the corner of his clothes, her soft voice tinged with anxiety.

"Old man...don't ignore you, youyou...you won't remember it again, I remember it wrong..."

Fu Qingyang stopped and turned to look at Youbao.

"Remember what?"

Little Yuzi's two white and tender feet rubbed against each other aggrievedly: "Remember, I remember wrong... Youyou's bed should be on the left, so I won't make a mistake in the future, I will sleep on my husband's bed , woo..."

Thinking of her husband not wanting to sleep with her, Youyou felt her little heart ache, sore, and her wet eyes immediately filled with tears, it was sadness and loss.

Fu Qingyang was slightly taken aback.

Is it more important to have a cold and serious high-cold face, or is it more important to have a cute, soft, waxy and well-behaved pomelo?The answer is self-evident.

The man sighed, hugged Youbao who was silently crying, and comforted him in a low voice: "Silly Youbao, don't you remember where you slept? Husband said Youbao misremembered, so you really believe it?"

The silly Youbao raised his palm-sized face and let the man wipe away his tears.He stared blankly at her husband, his little brain seemed to be a little out of control.

Fu Qingyang looked at Youbao's bewildered little expression, feeling distressed and funny at the same time, there was nothing he could do, it seemed that if he didn't make it clear, his silly Youbao wouldn't understand.

"Youbao didn't sleep on the wrong bed, it was her husband who slept on the wrong bed."

Such an obvious hint was already the biggest concession for Fu Qingyang, who was self-reliant and aloof. Who would have thought that Youyou didn't understand at all, and only changed the superficial meaning.

Knowing that her husband didn't want to sleep with her, Xiaoyuzi raised the back of her hand and wiped the corners of her eyes, then smiled softly: "Oh...no, it's okay...husband thinks, thinks Sleeping on the pomelo bed is fine too..."

As if thinking of something again, Youbao, whose curled eyelashes were still clinging to tears, shyly grabbed his little hand, and dawdled: "Your pomegranate's, it's my husband's... pomelo, pomelo pomelo, yes Husband's..."

The soft voice swirled and penetrated into the man's heart, quietly evoking a seductive ripple.

Fu Qingyang focused on the obedient Youbao in his arms, and collected himself.In the end, the man's cold lips curled up into a gentle smile: "You Bao belongs to your husband, and your husband also belongs to You Bao."

After the words fell, the man labeled himself as his own little gentleman.Fu Qingyang never knew that being an accessory and possessing each other could be so obsessive and intoxicating.

I can't do without Youbao anymore, and after the familiar loneliness was stained with warmth, I was never willing to let go.

The little pomelo said whatever her husband said, and nodded her head vigorously: "Mmmm... My husband said, everything you said is right...!"

Fu Qingyang looked at Youbao who hadn't figured out the situation at all, and nodded seriously where he was still stupidly, and couldn't help but hugged the soft body in his arms and smiled softly.

The pleasant and comfortable deep laughter echoed in Youbao's ears, little stars appeared in those clear amber eyes immediately, and he happily rubbed against the man's arms.

Although I don't know why my husband is smiling, as long as my husband is happy, Youyou will be happy too.

Fu Qingyang held Youbao's little face in his hands, and the indifference in his eagle eyes turned into tenderness.Even if Youbao is still emotionally slow, it doesn't matter, he will patiently teach Youbao everything word by word.

"Does Youbao love your husband?"