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

A certain little drunk is too good at tossing.

Hanging on her husband's body and crying to sleep, she woke up and continued to drop little pearls, holding her little hands, softly pouring out her little grievances, making Fu Qingyang reluctant to beat or scold her, so she could only hug her little baby Okay, take the trouble to comfort me in a low voice.

It was the first time youyou drank alcohol, and it was probably the last time.Fu Qingyang will definitely not allow Youbao to touch these annoying things again. Now Youyou's little head is dizzy and uncomfortable, and the clear amber eyes are always covered with water, and the eyes are a little swollen from crying.

Like a little white rabbit who has only been wronged, as long as the man stares at him a little bit colder, Youyou will poke his mouth, showing a posture of "If you dare to kill me, I will cry for you" .

No way, Youbao's dazed state made Fu Qingyang a little helpless, so he had no choice but to agree to the suggestion made by the old man who took the opportunity, and the two stayed in Isia's old house temporarily for a day.

Fu Qingyang nodded in agreement, much to the delight of the servants around him.They all vaguely knew that this delicate young man was Miss Farina's child, that is, the young master with the blood of Isiah.

I can't blame them for being too excited, the main thing is to look at the masters of this old house, from the old master of the previous house down to the youngest youngest, Master Leon, all of them are tough.

After a genetic mutation, a soft dumpling emerged, and they liked it no matter what they saw.

The servants recalled this family, either they were gentle on the outside and cruel on the inside, or they were mysterious and unpredictable, and their temperament was unpredictable. Then look at the cute, cute and clingy little young master, hey...

There is no harm without comparison.

Youbao acted coquettishly aggrieved, and hummed twice, making the servant's eyes look a lot more kind in an instant.

Some people even prayed that the young master could stay in the old house for a few more days. He was so cute and eye-catching, and just looking at it could heal a lot.

The old man looked at Xiaoyouzi with worried eyes: "Okay, take the young master to rest. Although he has taken the anti-alcohol medicine, it is better to sleep peacefully on the bed."

Because Youbao refused to let go no matter what, it was Fu Qingyang who stretched out his hand to pick up the little drunk and put him on his arms, and followed Ivan butler to the prepared bedroom.

After the butler brought the two of them there, he briefly introduced the layout, then returned to the living room, and came to the old man.

Youbao's departure made the hall deserted again.

"Have you settled down?"

Butler Ivan bowed his head respectfully: "Yes, master. However, the young master likes to be clean, so the young master took him to the bathroom."

"Ah."

The old man frowned slightly. It is not good to take a bath after drinking, but he thought it was brought up by his little grandson, so he didn't say anything.

"Master, there is one more thing. I didn't have time to report it to you. It happened that Master Leon was there too. When I was welcoming the young master and young master at the door today, I ran into Mr. Qi..."

Steward Ivan described what happened this morning in an orderly manner, including Qi Dong's slander against Xiaoyouzi, and his order to temporarily detain Qi Dong for custody, without saying a single word.

"The Qi family of Country Z really thinks of themselves as something."

The old man snorted coldly, his face stained with anger.

Master Leon still had a smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile didn't reach his eyes, no matter how gloomy he looked.He believed that the old man would make arrangements, so Leon got up, asked Butler Ivan where Qi Dong was being held, and then said hello to the old man and left.

go for what?

Naturally, he went to "visit" Qi Dong.

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The bedroom on the other side has a completely different atmosphere.

Fu Qingyang never knew that Youbao was so delicate.The man rubbed the corners of his brows, his icy eyes were stained with helplessness and connivance.

"Youbao, please be obedient."

Little Yuzi hugged the bath towel and nightgown, and looked at her husband aggrievedly: "Old man, my husband doesn't want you anymore..."

"No, you don't want Youbao." Fu Qingyang coaxed patiently, "Youbao will take a bath by himself obediently, and then my husband will blow your hair for you, and then sleep together, okay?"

Why don't you take a shower together?

The little drunk Youbao couldn't figure it out, and felt a little wronged.

In the past few days, it was my husband who washed the pomelo together!When I came out today, my husband changed...

Xiaoyouzi, who was still emotionally unstable, quickly filled his eyes with tears, and he didn't say a word, just pouted his mouth unhappily, and looked at her husband stubbornly.Keep staring at people until they have no choice but to compromise.

"Okay, my husband will wash with you."

It's not that Fu Qingyang doesn't want to take a bath with Youbao. If it's at their home or in a hotel, without Youbao opening his mouth, the man will consciously carry the naked Youyou into the bathroom and close the door behind his back.But today, after all, this is in the Isiah family.

The man thought, it's better to be restrained.

For some reason, Fu Qingyang, who had always been indifferent and didn't care about other people's thoughts, suddenly felt guilty.There is a feeling of being in someone's vegetable garden, in front of the owner of the house, pushing his cabbages.

The point is, this was invited by Xiaobaicai herself.

Fu Qingyang helped Xiaoyouzi, who was limp and crooked in his arms, to take off his clothes, then hugged him to the shower, carefully tested the water temperature, and then began to help him wash his hair and take a bath.

Because of being drunk, Youbao is no longer shy.

After the pomelo was washed, she obediently raised her claws so that her husband could wipe the drops of water on him.It's just that I was thinking about other things.

Every time we take a bath together, my husband will hold me, kiss and touch me.But not today... Little Yuzi, who was wronged again, drooped her little head, stretched out two lotus arms, and softly wrapped around the man's strong waist.The soft voice is surprisingly bold.

"Old man... did you forget something?"

Fu Qingyang, who had been tossed for a long time, was rarely tired, but there was no trace of impatience between his brows.Hearing Youyou's aggrieved voice, the man laughed out of anger, his deep voice concealed his doting.

"Youbao, after a while sober up, let's see how my husband treats you. No matter how much you cry or beg for mercy then it will be useless."

Fu Qingyang naturally knew what Xiaoyouzi was referring to as "forgotten", thinking that he didn't want to, and it was all because Mr. Xiao was still drunk, dizzy and bullied.

Xiaoyouzi raised her head innocently, her fair face puffed up with powder: "Why...why do you have to wait for a while? Not...can't you?"

Saying that, Youyou stood on tiptoe and buried herself in her husband's neck.Well, he felt that his body was hot, but her husband's body was cold, so it was very comfortable to stick to.

Fortunately, I didn't say this, otherwise Fu Qingyang would be even more depressed.He helped Youbao take a good bath first, and then took a cold bath for himself, the little culprit felt ashamed to sigh.

No matter what, Fu Qingyang has nothing to do with the little baby.

He put his arms around Xiaoyouzi, comforting and coaxing in a low voice: "It's going to be uncomfortable for a while, don't blame your husband, it's all caused by Youbao."

【Omit (3)】

After carefully tasting the small cabbage that he delivered to the door, Fu Qingyang came to the bedside with the sleepy Youbao who was about to close his eyes in his arms in satisfaction.The man first stuffed the little pomelo into the bed, walked to the bed by himself, and carefully drew the curtains to cover the glare of the sun.

As soon as I got to the bedside, I heard Youyou calling softly like a cat.

"Well, old man...do you want to sleep together?"

Although it was a question sentence, Fu Qingyang couldn't ruthlessly refuse the little star in the amber eyes.

"Okay, together."

The man rolled onto the bed, skillfully pulled him into his arms and hugged him, then stretched out his hand to pull the quilt, in case Youbao would catch a cold.

Feeling the familiar temperature, Xiaoyouzi nestled in her husband's arms, adjusted to the most comfortable posture, closed her eyes sleepily, and fell asleep obediently.

The drunk Youbao is not well behaved, he can make troubles too much.

The drunk Youbao is also surprisingly sensitive, the slightest difference from the past can make him feel uneasy and flustered.

So he is clingier.

Fu Qingyang helplessly felt the little head buried tightly in his arms. He was really worried that Youyou would be suffocated, so he could only reach out and gently paw a few times, leaving a gap for breathing.

Don't be bored, he will feel bad.

The man suddenly remembered that today Youbao hugged him and muttered the most, asking himself if he could like him a little more.

Fu Qingyang could feel his uneasiness, but he was more powerless.He thought that the love for Xiaoyouzi these few days would make him feel a little more at ease, and act like a baby with him boldly, without being restrained or cautious.

But......

Fu Qingyang caressed Youyou's back, tilted his head and kissed his earlobe, and wanted to say something comforting, but thousands of words turned into a clumsy sigh.

"Pomelo Treasure."

A burst of tiredness hit Fu Qingyang, and he slowly closed his eyes.

It's okay, the man thought, a lifetime is so long, he has plenty of time to let Youbao feel his love little by little.

Unfortunately, life is so short.It was so short that the two of them held hands and walked slowly, accidentally wandering around for the rest of their lives.

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Fu Qingyang was awakened by an inexplicable heart tremor.

As soon as the man opened his eyes, he subconsciously looked at the pomelo in his arms. In an instant, the laziness in his icy eyes completely dissipated.

"Pomelo Treasure, Pomelo Treasure?"

Xiaoyouzi still closed her eyes tightly, but his lips were different from the usual pink and tender, pale and blue.There was also a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

The delicate eyebrows were tightly knit together.It was like falling into some kind of nightmare, frightened and uneasy, and tears rolled silently from the corners of his eyes.

Fu Qingyang's breathing was stagnant, and his heart ached.

The man propped himself up and laid Youyou down flat. He reached out and quickly touched Youyou's forehead, and the scalding temperature came from his fingertips.

Youbao has a fever...

And, it's not like a normal fever.

Xiaoyouzi's claws were still tightly gripping her husband's robe, and her round and delicate fingertips turned slightly white with force.

"No...it's not...youyou no, it's not..."

"No, no...don't, don't hit youyou, it hurts..."

Intermittent raving, stained with helplessness and pain.

Fu Qingyang's heart sank, and he quickly contacted Bugis with his mobile phone.Fortunately, someone answered the phone within two seconds.

【Hey, why...】

Fu Qingyang lowered his head and stared at the unusual little pomelo tightly, and interrupted Bugis's words anxiously, his deep voice seemed to contain a slight tremor: "Come to the old house, Molly of Youbao has amnesia, It seems to be happening."