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

"Love, love...Your pomelo is the most, my favorite husband..."

Little Yuzi shyly grabbed her little hands, her fair little face was blushing, and she squirmed straight into Fu Qingyang's arms.

The man smiled and patted Youbao's buttocks with a soft tone.

"Well, so does my husband."

love, carefree. 28-year-old love, mature and stable.Fu Qingyang wants to leave the pure sweetness and happiness to Youbao, and he will bear the heavy responsibility.

"Well, my husband also loves pomelo...?"

Youbao obediently raised his head, his amber eyes were full of little stars, full of anticipation.Although he vaguely understood what her husband meant, he still wanted to be willful once in a while.

I want my husband to say that sentence that can make him sweet for a lifetime.

There was a hint of a smile in Fu Qingyang's icy eyes, and his cold brows and eyes softened a lot: "Love, my husband loves Youbao, be good."

"Hey, hey~"

Youyou nestled in her husband's arms and giggled foolishly, sweetness bursting out from the bottom of her heart, as if she had been satisfied like the whole world.

Fu Qingyang took the silly Youbao to change clothes, had breakfast together and went out.As soon as they went downstairs, the two saw a silver gray private car parked in the parking lot.The man took out the key Mu Jian gave him, unlocked it and got into the car.

Youyou saw it, and quickly got into the passenger seat.

Maybe it's because of being in a foreign land, the unfamiliar environment makes Xiaoyouzi a little bit uneasy, it seems that she is always worried that her husband will forget or lose her, and she has to stick to her husband step by step all the time to be at ease.

As long as my husband is out of my sight, I feel a little flustered.

"Honey, me, where are we going?"

Fu Qingyang glanced at Youbao, who was too nervous, and joked in a low voice: "Why, are you afraid that I will sell you?"

Xiaoyouzi shivered in fright, he pursed his mouth aggrievedly, tugged at the corner of his clothes, his round eyes were gradually clouded with water.

"Pomelo?"

Hearing her husband's gentle voice, Xiaoyouzi was even more sad, he lowered his head unhappily and dropped little pearls.

"Be good, don't cry. Fool, how can my husband be willing?" Fu Qingyang put his arms around Xiaoyouzi and comforted her.He didn't expect to frighten Youbao by saying a joke casually.

Youyou belatedly realized that her husband was joking, not serious, he sucked his little nose, raised the back of his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes, his milky soft voice was still choked with grievance.

"Old, my husband doesn't like pomelo anymore..."

As she said that, she stared at Fu Qingyang roundly with foggy eyes, and her delicate eyebrows were also pulled into a ball in sadness.

"No, Youbao, don't talk nonsense." Fu Qingyang touched Xiaoyouzi's forehead, lowered his head and kissed him between the brows.After hugging and coaxing him for a while, he helped Youyou fasten his seat belt.

Maybe it was because you ate too much in the morning, Youbao's belly was swollen, and the man patted helplessly: "If Youbao eats like this in the future, he will become a little fat pig."

Xiaoyouzi's curled eyelashes trembled, and two or three tears fell.He pursed his mouth unhappily and moaned softly, muttering: "You are the only one, so you won't become a little, little chubby pig..."

With a smile in his icy eyes, Fu Qingyang rubbed Youbao's little golden retriever before driving to Bugis' private clinic.

On the road, the man looked at Youyou on the passenger seat from the corner of his eye from time to time, and a trace of doubt flashed through his dark eagle eyes.

He always felt that Youbao's emotional ups and downs in the past two days were extremely high and unstable.And... this morning, when Youbao woke up, his back was sweating coldly.

Fu Qingyang woke up earlier than Xiaoyouzi. Looking down, the sweet smile on the corner of Youyou's mouth had disappeared, and instead, the tightly pressed soft lips were still a little white.

The man thought of Youbao's Molly's amnesia, and slowly tightened his hands on the steering wheel.

No matter what, he wanted to cure Youbao.

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"Old, man... Youyou's hair is messy, isn't it messy...?" Xiaoyouzi pinched the corner of her clothes nervously, feeling a little uneasy.

The two have already arrived at the door of Bugis' clinic, and Youyou only knows that behind the door is her husband's foreign friend.

He didn't want to embarrass his husband.

Fu Qingyang gently scratched the tip of Youbao's small nose, and comforted him patiently: "No chaos, youbao, don't worry, be good."

As he said that, the man rang the doorbell without giving Xiaoyouzi any time to react.In less than half a minute, the door was opened, and a handsome blond man in a white coat walked out.

Slender eyebrows, high nose bridge, slightly raised chin.

A pair of eyes that are as bright and clear as the sea are deep and mysterious, and the indifference of everything flashes in the bottom of the eyes from time to time, making him look like an elegant and noble Persian cat.

The long golden hair was tied up casually by a pure white headband, and a few strands of hair fell on the shoulders and fell on the chest.It vaguely covered a light red cherry blossom birthmark on the man's collarbone.

The elegance and mystery of the East and the profound nobility of the West blend together in him, without the slightest weirdness of contradiction.

"Qing Yang, you are here!"

There was a trace of suppressed excitement and longing in Bugis's eyes. He eagerly glanced behind the man, but he didn't see the tall and resolute figure he wanted to see.

The excitement and anticipation that filled my heart melted into bubbles in an instant.His pair of pure blue eyes flickered slightly, then dimmed quietly.The smile around the cherry-colored thin lips was also tainted with a little bit of bitterness, leaving only sourness in my heart.

Fu Qingyang pursed her lips slightly, no matter how she comforted her, she seemed a little pale and weak.He reached out and patted Bugis on the shoulder: "Brother is willing to come to country F with me this time, which means he has made a decision. In the past few years, he has completed the deal with his father and is preparing to become independent from the Fu family. You ..."

Bugis' pupils shrank, and his tone was anxious and worried: "What? Jane, how could he be so reckless!"

Could it be that Fu Qingyang smiled slightly.

"Isn't it the same for you? You left the family for him. Brother knows how you can bear it alone in the future. Don't worry, the difficulties are over, and my brother will entrust you in the future. It's not that you don't know his stubbornness." , among the few of us, besides you, who else can persuade him?"

The two were chatting briefly, Youbao obediently stood aside holding her husband's clothes, neither arguing nor making trouble.It's just that his clear amber eyes were staring at the young and handsome man in front of him, and there was a trace of doubt in his eyes.

Little Youzi tilted his head, he always felt that this brother and his Uncle Wen looked alike.Especially those eyes and mouth are almost carved out of the same mold.

"Burgess, this is my little gentleman. Brother, he has already told you the specific content..."

Fu Qingyang raised his hand and pulled out the pomelo hidden behind him.When mentioning Youbao's condition, the man couldn't hide his worry in his eyes.

Xiaoyouzi was suddenly called by her husband, and she curled her fingers in a panic.He looked up at his foreign friend Bugis, and tried to calm his tone: "Hi, hello, my name is Bai Shuyou, and it belongs to my husband's..."

In the middle of the self-introduction, the nervous Xiaoyouzi got stuck when she forgot her words.The more flustered he was, the more immobile his little brain became.

"It's my husband's Youbao." Fu Qingyang smiled lightly and touched Youyou's little head, "Hey, don't be nervous, the last time I saw Ziqing and Zihan, Youbao was very brave, what's the matter today, huh? "

Bugis saw that Fu Qingyang, who was always cold and unapproachable, had such a gentle side. Don't think he didn't see the pampering and comfort in the man's eyes that almost overflowed.

However, compared to seeing Fu Qingyang's unknown gentle side for the first time, when Bugis' eyes fell on Xiaoyouzi, the smile on the corner of his mouth froze instantly, his expression stunned and shocked.

"Fa, Farina?"

Fu Qingyang frowned slightly, and looked at Bugis suspiciously.Youbao was also frightened by the excitement and surprise of the blond brother, so that he temporarily forgot his nervousness.His timid husband moved around, and asked softly, "Farina, uh...that is, who is it?"

When Bugis came back to his senses, he rubbed the corners of his eyebrows, his eyes fixed on Xiaoyouzi's face, as if he wanted to see something.

"Like, so much like, Shuyou, your..."

"Burgess."

Fu Qingyang interrupted him in a deep voice, and Bugis' shocking shout just now had attracted the attention of passers-by.There are always people who glance at the few of them from time to time. This feeling of being watched is not what men like: "Let's go in first and then talk."

Bugis nodded, turned around and took a few people into his private clinic. The work sign at the door was adjusted to stop business.

He led Fu Qingyang and Xiaoyouzi into the lounge. The surrounding decorations were very neat, and there was a faint fragrance of flowers in the air, which was not overpowering, but had a different kind of lightness and elegance.

Sitting opposite Xiaoyouzi and Fu Qingyang, Bugis stared at Youyou with a strange and inexplicable burning in his eyes, and his cherry-colored sexy thin lips parted slightly: "Shuyou, take off your shirt."

Yubao:! ? ? //

Fu Qingyang's face was gloomy, and a trace of hostility quickly appeared in his eagle eyes.Like a male lion coveted by outsiders, it slowly revealed its sharp fangs: "Bugis, speak clearly."

Only then did the latter notice Uncle Fu's ugly face, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.Seemingly realizing that his words were a bit abrupt, he covered his lips and coughed lightly, restraining the heat in his eyes, but there was a little eagerness in his clear and elegant tone.

"Sorry, I was the one who was rude just now."

Fu Qingyang, who said he would turn his back on him, softened his expression a bit, but he was still displeased. He snorted coldly, looked at Bugis quietly and waited for an explanation.The man's body tilted slightly unconsciously, and he had a faint tendency to surround the little grapefruit in his own territory to protect it.

Naturally, this detail cannot escape the eyes of the psychiatrist Bugis.He sighed helplessly: "Don't be nervous, Qingyang. I really didn't mean to offend Shu You, I just wanted to see if Shu You had the same birthmark as me."

As he spoke, Bugis turned his head slightly, and brushed his slender fingertips over the golden hair drooping on his shoulders.On the fair clavicle skin, a light red cherry blossom birthmark bloomed.

Fu Qingyang and Youbao have already done several times what they should and should not do.It can be said that there is no place where men have not seen or touched the inside and outside of the pomelo, up and down.

He is clear that Youbao does not have this kind of birthmark on his body.

On the contrary, the little grapefruit next to Fu Qingyang let out a soft exclamation, and her round amber eyes were full of doubts and surprises.

"Huh? Brother Bugis, you...why do you have the same birthmark as Uncle Wen...? Well, but, youyou remember...Uncle Wen's birthmark is On the lower abdomen..."

As soon as the words fell, Xiaoyouzi suddenly felt a pain in the claws being held by her husband.He turned his head to look at the husband next to him in a daze, his watery eyes were stained with grievances.

But this time, Fu Qingyang was unmoved.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and his cold voice revealed a hint of danger.

"Youbao, how do you know so clearly?"

Little Youzi, who had no idea that the crisis was coming, always answered her husband's every question, so the simple Youyou stepped into the trap of her husband's stereotypes.

Youbao seemed to recall the warmth and love that Uncle Chinese had brought him during that lonely time, and a sweet and comfortable smile appeared on his white and tender little face.

"Because, because... when I was young, Youyou and Uncle Wen took a bath together ~ Uncle Wen would also give you, wash and wash your hair... Well, he would also help Youyou Take a shower..."

As for the memory of Uncle Wen, Xiaoyuzi is very precious, and the happiness in his eyes and the longing for Uncle Wen cannot be hidden at all.

"what......?"

Halfway through the good memories, Youyou suddenly felt cold around him, he carefully looked at her husband's gloomy face, and leaned against her with a soft and sticky little body.

"Well, old man...why are you angry?"