After marrying the richest husband

Thanks to Fu Xingzhou, Sang Qiao slept until dawn.

The blackout curtains in the room blocked half of the sunlight, Sang Qiao rubbed his eyes in a daze, and saw Fu Xingzhou sitting on the desk next to him.

Although the master bedroom is huge, Fu Xingzhou actually has his own study.

It's just that the two of them stayed in the master bedroom for a long time, and Sang Qiao liked the lazy bed again, so Fu Xingzhou built a desk in the house again, and worked while waking up with Sang Qiao.

The brightness of the computer screen on the table was also dimmed. Fu Xingzhou wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, and tapped his fingers quickly on the silent keyboard.

Sang Qiao nestled under the quilt with only his head exposed, like a rice bug, arching towards Fu Xingzhou on the bed.

Just about to take a peek for a while, he found that Fu Xingzhou turned his head: "Are you awake?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

Why does this man work so hard at night and still wake up so early and so refreshed during the day!

Sang Qiao curled his lips angrily, shrank his whole body under the quilt, and even stuffed his head that had been exposed to the outside just now.

Fu Xingzhou: "..."

Fu Xingzhou smiled in a deep voice.

When the two were just married, Sang Qiao never played any petty temper.

He is sensible, well-behaved, and doesn't take more things that are not his own.

But now, he finally has a little temper.

Fu Xingzhou liked the way Sang Qiao played tricks on him, put down his work and stood up, walked to the bed, hugged the person on the bed with the quilt in his arms, and said softly: "Let me see , what happened to my sweet baby?"

Sang Qiao, who was about to practice holding his breath under the quilt: "..."

Fu Xingzhou only called Sang Qiao by his full name on formal occasions. In private, they were mostly Qiao Qiao or Qiao Bao. When they got closer, they would bully Sang Qiao and call him Tian Bao in Sang Qiao's ear. .

So much so that now when Sang Qiao heard these two words, he reflexively wanted to protect his fart valley.

Sang Qiao turned over in bed, pretended to be dead and ignored Fu Xingzhou.

Fu Xingzhou was always patient with Sangqiao, and he didn't rush him. He just patted the quilt in his hand and said in a low voice, "Qiaobao, it's getting late. Eating breakfast too late will hurt your stomach."

Sangqiao snorted under the quilt.

Fu Xingzhou's hand went all the way down the quilt tube in his arms, and then stopped at a certain position, and said peacefully: "Qiaobao won't get up again, special measures must be taken."

Sang Qiao: "!!!"

Sang Qiao was so angry that he stuck his head out of the bed again, and took a long breath: "Clothes...clothes, clothes are beasts!"

Fu Xingzhou stopped Sang Qiao's slender waist, pulled him back into his arms, and said slowly, "Well, Qiao Bao is right."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Last night, Sang Qiao first called out to Xiao Midnight, then cried and begged Xiao Midnight, but now even his voice is hoarse.

Leaning halfway in Fu Xingzhou's arms, he took a few deep breaths to even out the breath he had been holding in the blanket just now, and then continued angrily: "Beasts, beasts are not as good as!"

Fu Xingzhou held Sang Qiao's slender white hand in his palm, played with his fingertips for a while, and said calmly: "Qiao Bao is right."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao opened his mouth, but was out of words.

It's all because I was uneducated back then... It's really a disadvantage now.

Sang Qiao was so angry that he bit his lips that had been swollen since last night, and sat in Fu Xingzhou's arms with aggrieved thoughts for a while: "I want to drink water!"

Sang Qiao's water glass was placed on the cabinet that entered the bedroom door, but Fu Xingzhou's water glass was placed not far from the bedside table.

Fu Xingzhou stretched out his hand easily, and took his water glass from the bedside table, and put it close to Sangqiao's lips: "It's not hot anymore, drink it."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Although the two of them had already kissed countless times, Sang Qiao still blushed a little.

However, Fu Xingzhou didn't know if he didn't feel the shame of Sang Qiao, or he wanted to do it on purpose. Instead, he brought the rim of the cup closer to Sang Qiao's lips: "Qiao Bao is obedient, and there is a throat moistener in it. After drinking It's not uncomfortable, be good, huh?"

Sang Qiao: "..."

One hand of Sangqiao was held by Fu Xingzhou with interlocking fingers, and although the other was empty, Fu Xingzhou was obviously not going to hand over the cup to him.

So Sang Qiao could only lean on the man's shoulder and drink half a glass of water in Fu Xingzhou's hand, before turning his head to signal that he was not thirsty anymore.

Fu Xingzhou put the cup back on the bedside table again, and helped Sang Qiao straighten his messy hair: "Go wash up first, do you want to have breakfast downstairs or here?"

Although the day and night were bright and clear, Sang Qiao still felt that it was a bit dangerous to stay in the room with Fu Xingzhou.

Especially after countless times of practice, Sang Qiao resolutely took Fu Xingzhou's hand and earned it out of the quilt tube he rolled out: "Go downstairs, go downstairs! Go downstairs to eat!"

There was a smile in Fu Xingzhou's eyes, and he helped Sangqiao straighten the slippers: "Okay, I'll go to the kitchen and order breakfast. Don't use cold water for washing."

"I know, I know!"

The pajamas on Sang Qiao were the ones that Fu Xingzhou put on after taking him in the shower last night. The smoky purple silk pajamas were bathrobe-style, loose and comfortable, and could bring out the overly fair skin and waistline of the wearer.

At this time, the pajamas had already been rolled into a ball of dried salted fish by Sang Qiao on the bed, but the rolled up part happened to be able to see a large piece of jade-like skin.

And there were a few dark hickeys on the skin.

Fu Xingzhou's expression darkened, he had already opened the door and returned, went into the cloakroom shared by the two of them, picked for a while, and took out a modal cotton home clothes.

Then he walked to Sangqiao's side: "Wait until I finish washing and change into this one, it will be warmer."

Sang Qiao didn't doubt Fu Xingzhou's intentions at all, took the clothes honestly, raised his head again, and said with crooked eyebrows: "Fu Xingzhou, tell the kitchen, can you make me a small cheesecake for breakfast?"

Fu Xingzhou neither agreed nor refused, and said softly: "Qiaoqiao, you had dessert last night."

Sang Qiao stretched his calf to hook Fu Xingzhou's leg, and worked hard for his own little cake: "That was eaten yesterday, and it has nothing to do with today, I really want to eat it."

Fu Xingzhou saw Sang Qiao's little tricks in his eyes, but he still couldn't bear to compromise: "Okay, just one."

Sang Qiao: "Okay!"

The calf that was stretched out for flattery instantly retracted mercilessly.

Fu Xingzhou raised his eyebrows, turned around, closed the door and went downstairs.

In most cases, breakfast can be prepared very quickly, but the cheesecake in Sangqiao needs to be freshly made, so I have to wait for a while.

Sang Qiao lingered in the room for a while with a sore back and a sore back. After washing and changing, he went downstairs. Fu Xingzhou was already sitting at the dining table drinking coffee.

The modal cotton pajamas are the regular style of long-sleeved trousers, which are tightly covered from the neck to the ankle.

Satisfied, Fu Xingzhou looked away, and helped Sangqiao open the dining chair on the other side: "Uncle Yuan, it's time for breakfast."

The breakfast of the two is not the same.

Fu Xingzhou has clear coffee with sandwiches and simple vegetables, while Sangqiao has a cup of pure goat milk and a cup of freshly squeezed juice. The fried eggs on one side are tender and yellowish, and they are paired with delicately cut cheese cakes to make a beautiful appearance. .

While waiting for breakfast, Sangqiao routinely took out his phone and checked Weibo. It was rare that he didn't get his own news, but Fang Yuzhou's.

Fang Yuzhou announced on Weibo in the early hours of this morning that due to consideration of personal development and offer reasons, he will quit the Youstage program recording due to studying abroad soon.

Almost everyone knows that this growth talent show variety show has come to an end, and the next performance will be the competition for the final debut ranking.

As one of the popular candidates for position C, Fang Yuzhou's withdrawal almost caused an uproar on the Internet.

The official Weibo of the program group has been completely attacked by Fang Yuzhou's fans since the early hours of the morning, saying that the program is shady, suppressed, or unfair, in short, there are all kinds of arguments.

The official blog did not make a sound.

And Fang Yuzhou updated a Weibo again a few hours later.

Fang Yuzhou V: Fans and friends, please don’t worry, I did decide to quit the recording after discussing with the program team because of academic problems and program recording conflicts.Thank you for your support, I will continue to work hard #爱心#

The new Weibo was also paired with a selfie, and there were tens of thousands of comments in an instant.

The servants have prepared breakfast.

Fu Xingzhou checked the temperature of the goat milk and juice through the wall of the glass before calling Sangqiao to eat.

Sang Qiao put the phone aside, hesitated for a few seconds, and said to Fu Xingzhou: "Just now when I went to Weibo, Fang Yuzhou said that he will not record the show and he is going to study abroad..."

Fu Xingzhou heard the temptation in Sangqiao's tone.

To be exact, from the time Fang Yuzhou left the dormitory late at night, Sang Qiao was always worried.

Fu Xingzhou put down the coffee cup in his hand, and sighed softly: "I arranged it."

Sang Qiao paused as he bit the silver fork.

Fu Xingzhou beckoned to Sangqiao: "Come."

Sang Qiao: "..."

Sang Qiao turned around and moved to Fu Xingzhou's side. After dawdling for a while, he still couldn't hold back and opened his mouth first: "You... What did you arrange?"

Fu Xingzhou chose to confirm this matter. If he doesn't explain it clearly now, it may be a trouble forever in the future.

He pulled Sang Qiao into his arms, kissed the corner of Sang Qiao's lips, and said in a low voice, "He wants to see his mother, and I just fulfilled his wish."

Sang Qiao was taken aback.

Fang Yuzhou's mother.

That is, his...

Sang Qiao suddenly opened his eyes wide and trembled almost subconsciously.

Fu Xingzhou held Sangqiao in his arms, and coaxed softly: "It's okay, Qiao Bao. Whether it's Fang Yuzhou or Fang Wei, they will never hurt you or bother you again. Don't be afraid, Qiaoqiao. OK?"

The distance between the two was so close that Fu Xingzhou could even feel Sang Qiao's throbbing heartbeat.

It's been a long time.

Sang Qiao opened his lips: "You, you know that Fang Yuzhou and I are..."

Fu Xingzhou kissed Sangqiao's lips, and cut off his unfinished words: "It's okay, Qiaoqiao. It doesn't matter whether he is right or not, he will take Fang Wei away tomorrow, and he will never come back again. .”

Because he was worried about Sangqiao, Fu Xingzhou coaxed again in a low voice: "I will send someone to watch them. If you want to see Fang Wei again in the future, we will fly over to see her."

Sang Qiao seemed a little dazed.

His fingers clenched the corner of Fu Xingzhou's sleeve, and the nail of his thumb unconsciously pinched into the tip of his index finger.

Fu Xingzhou frowned, and clasped Sang Qiao's hand again: "Qiaoqiao?"

Sang Qiao regained consciousness.

He seemed to shrink back into Fu Xingzhou's arms subconsciously, and nodded.

Fu Xingzhou didn't know if Sang Qiao heard what he said just now, and repeated it again: "Qiaoqiao, if you want to visit Fang Wei, I'll take you..."

Sang Qiao's eyes finally refocused.

He seemed to suddenly remember what he wanted to ask just now, and immediately interrupted Fu Xingzhou's words, and looked straight up at the person holding him: "Then you, will you be okay?"

Fu Xingzhou paused.

Immediately, he suddenly understood the meaning of the so-called good.

Fu Xingzhou hugged Sangqiao even tighter, and said softly, "I will, Qiaoqiao. I will not break the law, and I will always be with you, okay?"

Sang Qiao breathed a sigh of relief.

He took his hand out of Fu Xingzhou's palm, lifted it up to touch Fu Xingzhou's face, and said softly: "Well, then I will always be with you, we are all well and together forever."