After marrying the richest husband

Before today, Fu Xingzhou in Sangqiao's heart had always been a super good person, and he could definitely be trusted unconditionally.

For example, if he said he would not bully himself, he must mean not bullying himself. For example, if he said he only touched himself, he must only touch him.

Another example is to coax yourself in a low voice and obediently call your husband to let you go——

In short.

after today.

Fu Xingzhou's credit in Sang Qiao's heart went bankrupt.

Sang Qiao was carried back to the bed by Fu Xingzhou from the big bathroom with limp legs, even his eyes were red.

As soon as he touched the bed sheet, he automatically rolled into the quilt, rolled himself up into a quilt tube, and raised his neck to stare at Fu Xingzhou vigilantly.

Staring and staring, Sang Qiao hiccupped.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was almost fainted by his own anger, rolled up his quilt and turned over by himself, and turned his fart towards Fu Xingzhou in complete refusal.

Fu Xingzhou smiled lowly, stood by the bed without moving, his eyes fell on Sang Qiao, and he didn't know what he was looking at.

So Sang Qiao kept this position for less than 2 minutes, then turned himself over again feeling unsafe, and tightened the quilt on his body by the way: "You..."

Although he hadn't been eaten by Fu Xingzhou in the bathroom just now, Sang Qiao only felt that the touch on his hands seemed to be still there, and the skin on the inside of his legs was hot, as if he had been overused.

And most importantly!

He's really gone...

Same as men.

Sang Qiao wanted to cry.

However, Fu Xingzhou was still standing on the edge of the bed as if he didn't notice it.

Looking at it from top to bottom, Sang Qiao trembled, always wondering if Fu Xingzhou had some special function, such as being able to see through the quilt... Otherwise, why was he so focused on watching! ?

Painful and weak, Sang Qiao huddled under the quilt, wishing to find a needle to sew the quilt to himself to ensure safety.

Maybe God finally heard the pious prayer of student Sangqiao.

After standing for more than ten seconds, Fu Xingzhou finally sat down by the bed, reached out to help Sangqiao smooth his unkempt hair: "Are you tired?"

Sang Qiao nodded like clockwork: "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh'

Fu Xingzhou, who could barely be regarded as full of food and drink, obviously became easy to talk, he hummed softly, leaned over and kissed Sang Qiao's side face: "Leg hurts?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao had a bitter face, for a moment he didn't know whether to say it hurts or not.

If he says he loves Fu Xingzhou and wants to rub him, wouldn't it be...

Sang Qiao sniffed aggrievedly.

Before he could come up with a perfect answer, Fu Xingzhou had already helped Sangqiao tuck the corner of the quilt, and said, "I asked Uncle Yuan to prepare the repair milk before, so don't sleep, just wait for me."

Sang Qiao: "???"

What the hell?

Repair milk? !

ua's!

How could Uncle Yuan take the initiative to prepare such a thing! ! !

Sang Qiao watched helplessly as Fu Xingzhou stood up and walked from the bed to the cabinet.

I don't know why, but suddenly there is something wrong in my heart——

Fu Xingzhou's villa should have undergone a second renovation. Apart from the study room, gym and a small meeting room on the second floor, there is the master bedroom, which is more than 200 square meters in sight.

In addition to the simple cloakroom and display cabinets, there are also some drawers for storage and a separate study room in the bedroom.

Sang Qiao lingered under the quilt, arching to the edge of the bed like a millet bug, his gaze moved forward along the path of Fu Xingzhou——

The more I look at it, the more I feel that the side of the cabinet that Fu Xingzhou walked straight to looks a bit familiar...

Then Fu Xingzhou opened the drawer door.

Three brown paper bags leaning against the door of the cabinet were revealed.

Sang Qiao: "!!!"

Those are really three familiar paper bags...

Sang Qiao felt that he had died too.

At this moment, he even began to suspect how overwhelmed he was, how dull, and how blind he was, that he would choose the one that Fu Xingzhou opened among the many cabinets and drawers!

Then put all the supplies for the third generation of love that I bought into it.

and.

The key is.

just now.

just now!

After personal experience, Sang Qiao felt that Fu Xingzhou might, no, it was not possible, but he definitely didn't need these medicines.

Sangqiao, who lost both money and body, became more and more sad and turned against the current.

Fortunately, the kraft paper on the three packages looked hard and heavy, and there were no printings or words on it, so it looked more reliable after all.

Sang Qiao was lying on the bed like a salted fish, holding the last ray of good hope that Fu Xingzhou found that he had found the wrong place, and quickly closed the door, letting the three packages continue to grow mushrooms quietly in the cabinet.

however.

Life is just such ups and downs.

Fu Xingzhou didn't find the so-called repair milk, so he took out the three paper bags: "Qiaoqiao, is this yours?"

Sang Qiao: "!"

At this time, whoever admits who is not is a fool!

Sang Qiao quickly rolled up his quilt tube and stood up from the bed, blinking his eyes sincerely and shaking his head: "It's not wow! What is that!?"

The dark color in Fu Xingzhou's eyes flashed past.

If Mr. Fu or Raven were here instead, they would have persuaded Sang Qiao to admit it honestly, no matter what, it would be better than just falling into Fu Xingzhou's trap.

It's a pity that Sangqiao lacks experience, not only jumped into the pit, but also eagerly dig a few bowls of dirt for himself.

Fu Xingzhou picked up the three kraft paper bags with ease, weighed them, and said very naturally: "Since they are not, then Uncle Yuan should have left them for us to use. The repairing milk should also be inside."

Sang Qiao: "???"

Sang Qiao was dumbfounded, and froze on the bed for two seconds.

Seeing Fu Xingzhou sitting down on the bed again with the bag, he went over and hugged Fu Xingzhou's arm.

Sang Qiao glanced at the three paper bags in despair from the corner of his eye, and reconfirmed with vicissitudes in his heart that they were indeed the three he brought back.

Sang Qiao vainly tried to make a final struggle: "Just... that's what I think, maybe it's not repairing milk, maybe it's Uncle Yuan's, uh, personal stuff? Isn't it good for us to take it apart..."

The weight of the three kraft paper bags is not light, and the quality of the bags looks very good.

Sang Qiao felt that his life was hanging by a thread, and stared at the mouth of the bag for fear that it would open.

Fu Xingzhou pulled Sang Qiao and the quilt tube he rolled into his arms, pinched Sang Qiao's fingertips to play with, and said gently: "Uncle Yuan has never made mistakes in his work, let alone put personal Items are in our room, don't worry, eh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Woo!

Uncle Yuan misunderstood me!

Sang Qiao didn't even care about Fu Xingzhou eating tofu, and hurriedly stopped the bag with his hand: "Then...then we don't know this thing, in case it is poisonous and harmful, then..."

"nothing."

Fu Xingzhou kissed Xia Sangqiao's lips, "There is an infrared monitor at the entrance on the first floor, there will be no dangerous items, Qiao Bao is not afraid."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Qiao Bao is really going to make trouble!

Sangqiao is still in the state of a quilt tube because she worked very hard when she rolled herself up as a quilt core just now.

The Sangqiao quilt tube was held in Fu Xingzhou's arms.

Unable to stretch out his arms or legs, he could only watch helplessly as the people around him opened the kraft paper bag.

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao even clearly remembered at this moment that the things in this bag were bought with his first salary after the show was released.

Because he was afraid that Fu Xingzhou would not be able to do it, he bought everything the best and most expensive.

Three big bags full.

So when the paper bag was torn open, the contents of the bag fell out along the crooked paper bag.

Sang Qiao: "..."

listen.

It's the sound of my heart turning to ashes.

Compared with the desolate Sangqiao.

Fu Xingzhou, who was sitting next to him, looked slow and unhurried.

One by one, he picked up the things that fell from the kraft paper bag on the bed because they couldn't fit.

In Sangqiao's ear, he said: "What did Uncle Yuan prepare? This is still in English. stgcliax...long-lasting high point, soothing massage, tiexand...extend time."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao was heartbroken.

But he didn't expect that this was not the most desperate time today.

Because the next second.

Fu Xingzhou casually took out a printed takeaway invoice from the kraft paper bag, then hooked the corners of his mouth with great interest, and said to Sang Qiao: "Uncle Yuan is quite a step with the times, and he always uses takeout Made an order."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao glanced lifelessly at the delivery list that had been placed in front of him.

The document is clearly framed, and it looks like a machine typed document at a glance.

Consignee: You are the roughest you talk sir.

Tel: 135xxxx9369

Item Contents:...

Sang Qiao: "..."

Boss, what kind of enmity do I have with you, why are you so...

At this time, Sang Qiao felt like an onion with a miserable fate, being scraped layer by layer by Fu Xingzhou.

The heat of the voice brushed against Sang Qiao's ears, making him shiver slightly.

Fu Xingzhou leaned over, kissed Sangqiao's slender neck, and asked softly: "Qiaoqiao, do you think the phone number on the invoice is yours?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Heh...it turns out that it has already been revealed.

Spicy Chicken Fu Xingzhou.

Sang Qiao gave Fu Xingzhou a weak look, rolled up his quilt tube like a tumbler doll, and was about to run away from the embrace of the person holding him.

However, before he had time to run away, he was robbed back by the waist again.

Fu Xingzhou's arms were strong and slender, and he hugged Sang Qiao with the quilt in his arms.

Then the quilt that wrapped Sang Qiao around her body as a shield was opened little by little, and said softly: "My baby Qiaoqiao is unhappy?"

nonsense!

Angrily, Sang Qiao tried to get back to the bed on the other side of his bed with all his hands and feet.

Then Fu Xingzhou grabbed his slender ankle again and brought him back.

"Baby Qiao."

Fu Xingzhou hugged him into his arms, kissed Sang Qiao's forehead, and said in a very upright voice, "We use everything Qiao Bao buys, don't be unhappy, okay?"