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

Fu Qingyang asked: Who is Youbao?

Who is this name that he almost blurted out?

Why do you feel at ease and warm in your heart when you say the word "youbao"?

Han Chuyue and Patriarch Fu took a deep breath, feeling helpless and distressed, the sequelae of selective amnesia that the doctor said still appeared.

Before Fu Qingyang's accident, he was the most excited about Youbao's emotional changes, so his body automatically hides all the memories about Youbao, and subconsciously avoids the life and death moments that Youbao experienced before.

Xiaoyouzi heard her husband's first sentence, and also heard her husband's second sentence. He grabbed the hem of his clothes helplessly, and stood awkwardly beside her husband's hospital bed, with teary amber eyes.

Husband doesn't remember pomelo.

one second.

two seconds.

Three seconds...

"Woo, woo woo... woo woo!"

Little Yuzi couldn't bear it anymore, he cried out sadly, the choked sound of grievance floated in Fu Qingyang's ears, making the man's heart itchy, and suddenly a slightly sour heartache spread.

Fu Qingyang subconsciously stretched out his hand, picked up the little pomelo who was lying on the side of the hospital bed crying so much that his nose was bubbling, and hugged him in his arms.

This series of movements is skillful and gentle.It seems that it has been done many times, and it has formed a deep muscle memory.

Little Yuzi, who was crying dumbfounded, felt her husband's embrace. He raised his paws to wipe away his tears, while belching a little, stretched out his arms, and hugged her husband's waist softly and dependently.

"Old man...do you remember you, you, you?"

The beautiful amber eyes are looking forward to little stars.

It's a pity that Fu Qingyang didn't succeed in accepting Youbao's dependence. He couldn't get used to it and wanted to reach out to push this crying little troublesome group away, but his hands didn't seem to be obedient.

Youbao, who was touched on the head, squinted his eyes comfortably, and rubbed against Fu Qingyang's palm. The slippery and softness from his fingertips made Fu Qingyang couldn't help touching the little one a few more times. Grapefruit.

Fu Qingyang looked at Youyou's expression, and his heart softened.

This little guy is so cute.

Fu Qingyang rarely lowered his voice: "Who are you? Why do you call me husband? Husband can't bark."

Youbao pursed his mouth, and the little tears of grievance kept falling out.Patriarch Fu and Han Chuyue, who watched from the side, felt distressed.However, Patriarch Fu has always been serious, with a sullen face and nothing to show, but his eyes fell on the daughter-in-law whom he met for the first time, full of worry.Han Chuyue was much more straightforward.

"Qingyang, this is your daughter-in-law. It's only natural for Youyou to call your husband. You have a problem with your brain, so you don't remember him for now."

Choking on his mother's blunt words, Fu Qingyang's face was a little strangely silent.What do you mean he has a brain problem... Can't we use a more euphemistic description?After all, he is also his own son.

But Han Chuyue couldn't control so much.

"Did you hear that? Qing Yang, let me talk to you."

Facing his not-so-good-natured mother, even Fu Qingyang couldn't handle it: "I heard you, mother."

Hearing her son's affirmative answer, Han Chuyue quietly breathed a sigh of relief. She was afraid that her cold-faced, silly son would run away in anger after finally getting his good wife.

"What happened, why did I... lose my memory?"

Fu Qingyang helplessly supported Yuyou, who had dropped the little golden peas in his arms, and sat down.I don't know why, but when my mother also admitted the boy who called her husband, there was no resistance in her heart.

Instead, there is a hint of... of course?

Little Youzi's head was in a mess now, seeing that he was "pushed away" by her husband, he thought that her husband didn't remember Youyou, so he was going to throw you away, Youbao hugged her husband's arm tightly in fright.

"No, don't want pomelo... You pomelo has, yes... there is evidence..." As he spoke, little pomelo twisted his body, "Yes, it's my husband... ...."

Fu Qingyang didn't quite understand the Youyou's words didn't match up. He looked suspiciously at Youyou who was hugging him and crying, as if his patience was about to run out, but he didn't feel a little irritable in his heart.

"Don't cry!"

Fu Qingyang made a serious face and said fiercely.Little Yuzi was frightened, and she didn't let out any more milky crying sounds, but the tears were still rolling down, no matter how she looked at it, she was very pitiful.

Xiaoyouzi was very sad.

In the past, if she dropped a small pearl by herself, her husband would not kill him.

But now...

Suddenly, Youbao cried even more sadly.Fu Qingyang listened to the grievance and choked up sobbing, his face was heavy, and the arc of his thin lips was a little stiff. After a while, he softened his voice as if compromising. The pet: "Hey, don't cry. I don't like you, why are you crying? Don't cry, crying makes me have a headache."

When Xiaoyouzi heard that she had quarreled with her husband, she quickly swallowed the sound of crying, and raised her head sobbingly: "Husband, no, I don't love Youyou anymore... Woohoo, my husband is fierce, fierce!" Pomelo..."

Fu Qingyang didn't know where, and skillfully took out the handkerchief, taking the opportunity to clean up Youbao's tears and snot bubbles.

"No, I didn't kill you."

"It's a lie... woo, my husband used to call you Youyou, it belonged to Youbao... woo woo, you are the only one, it's not you you you... .”

"Okay, it's Youbao. I was wrong, Youbao, don't cry."

"Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Fu Qingyang endured the mood of throwing this little troublesome group out of the ward, and the corner of his mouth twitched: "Good boy, it's my husband's fault."

Only then did Xiaoyouzi cry with satisfaction, nodding her head.

Fu Qingyang didn't even know that he had so much patience with this troublesome crying boy.

However, just when Fu Qingyang was about to heave a sigh of relief and proposed to "drive" Xiaoyouzi back to his own ward, someone who was rubbing in his arms became restless again.Yuzu blinked expectantly.

"Old man, dear...kiss youyouyou, youyouyou won't cry~"

After hearing Xiaoyouzi's words, Fu Qingyang frowned slightly. He hadn't recovered his memory, and he didn't even remember the welcome and Youbao. Under such circumstances, he couldn't kiss at all.After all, to him, Xiaoyouzi is at best a former Mr. Xiao, but now a stranger.

Just when Fu Qingyang was about to speak, but politely refused to change the subject by the way, he suddenly felt soft, wet and slippery on his lips.

Soon, he tasted the taste that made him obsessed.

I don't know how long it took, the little troublesome group in his arms became softer and softer, and he leaned against his arms so weakly that he kissed him.

As for the Fu family master and Han Chuyue who were standing by, seeing Fu Qingyang and Xiaoyouzi kissing suddenly, the husband and wife had already quietly left hand in hand, leaving this place to the young couple.

Fu Qingyang kissed, dragged the hand of Youyou's small head, dishonestly began to move downstream, and after a while, Youyou, who had been bullied by himself, turned over and pressed on the hospital bed.

The tall figure of the man surrounds a group of petite pomelo treasures.This looks like a sheep entering the tiger's mouth, about to be torn apart and wrapped into the belly.

"No~"

Youbao's delicate skin seemed to be pinched by the man, and he couldn't help but groan.This small voice, like a basin of cold water, completely woke up Fu Qingyang, who was getting ready to move.

The tenderness and enjoyment in Fu Qingyang's eyes suddenly faded a lot, he let go of Youbao's red and swollen soft lips from being bullied, and squinted slightly to suppress the distracting thoughts in his heart.

At the same time, he also told himself from the bottom of his heart: This person must be someone he likes, so just kissing him doesn't feel enough.

Youyou blinked her misty amber eyes, and her eyes involuntarily aimed at the hospital gown that Fu Qingyang had lifted off. On his own white belly, there was a big hand with clear bones.

Fu Qingyang, who had come to his senses, obviously also noticed that his hands were unsteadily digging into his clothes.

Fu Qingyang, who was silent for a few seconds, raised his eyes to meet Xiaoyouzi's pair of pure amber eyes, and he was a bit cautious when he didn't come.

With a straight face, Fu Qingyang withdrew his hand pretending to be natural, and sat up with Youbao in his arms.With a sullen expression, the man taught the shy little grapefruit with a puffy cheek in his arms.

"Don't mess with your relatives in the future, Youbao must be reserved."

Fu Qingyang thought that if Xiaoyouzi hadn't sent a fragrant and soft kiss first, he would not have lost his composure as he kissed more and more, and he almost ended up in the hospital bed, so he took care of this little troublesome group.

Well, it's all Youbao's fault, it's not that he was too distracted.

No matter what the man was thinking, Xiaoyouzi was a little dazed.Why should you be reserved when kissing? It wasn't Youyou who wanted to kiss first, it was clearly the husband who dragged the back of his head and pressed slightly against him, and then kissed him halfway.

Youyou is so hot and obedient, how can you wrong youyou?

No way!

"Yes, it's your husband who kisses you first..."

In the past, Xiaoyouzi didn't dare to talk back to her husband.But now... Youyou, who was wronged, puffed up her small chest unhappy, grabbed Fu Qingyang's big hand, and restored the scene of the crime a quarter of an hour ago.

Youbao struggled to put her husband's hand on her belly: "Old man, my husband just returned it, and he touched the pomelo, and..."

Fu Qingyang was shocked, and quickly lowered his head to look at the delicate skin covered by his palm, which made Fu Qingyang's heart ache.

So soft, I want to rub it...

A thought flashed through quickly and was snuffed out.

Fu Qingyang told himself silently that before he recovered his memory, he couldn't even kiss his little husband, the little troublesome guy in his arms, who would touch him or act coquettishly.

He is a well-proportioned, mature and reliable man.

Just when Fu Qingyang was thinking about it, the little Youzi lying on the bed shyly twisted her body: "Old, my husband, can you, don't touch Youyou's ass anymore... ..”

Fu Qingyang was startled by the soft voice.

He looked down reflexively, and found that his disobedient hand had already moved to Youbao's buttocks with ease!Fu Qingyang's first reaction was to squeeze.

QQ bouncing, people can't put it down.

Fu Qingyang looked at his hands silently, he thought, he probably loved the little troublesome group before, and his body was so honest.Even Fu Qingyang, who is mature and reliable, is not calm anymore.

This horrible muscle memory, damn it!