When the pregnant wife frowned due to morning sickness, the whole family of the tycoon took turns co

Fu Shengyang strolled over and took off his long coat. He wrapped his arms around An Xiaoyue from behind, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Grandpa's fine, I just didn't sleep well." His voice was soft and drowsy.

Before Xiaoyue came along, he always slept alone.

He couldn't sleep last night because she wasn't there and her gentle fragrance was gone.

An Xiaoyue was at a loss when Fu Shengyang suddenly became intimate with her, and could only let him hold her close.

"Then you stay home and catch up on your sleep, and have someone go to the hospital to keep Grandpa company."

Mom and Teacher Zhou haven't seen each other for two years, and she's already made an appointment with Lingxi, so she can't stand them up.

Fu Shengyang sighed, nuzzled against her neck, and said in a low, husky voice, "Uncle Fu is here."

The hot air sprayed onto her sensitive neck, and An Xiaoyue felt that the skin in that area instantly become hot as well.

Fu Shengyang's intimate gesture at that moment made her heart pound for no reason.

"Xiaoyue." He called her name in a deep, magnetic voice, sweet and tender.

"Ok?"

She agreed, and Fu Shengyang didn't say anything, only placing a light kiss on the delicate flesh behind her ear.

"Kiss me." His voice was very low.

Fu Shengyang would almost never pester her like this during the day.

An Xiaoyue noticed that something was wrong with his mood. "Did something happen to Grandpa? Don't keep it to yourself."

"Hmm~"

She had barely finished speaking when Fu Shengyang sealed her lips with a kiss.

He held her chin and kissed her tenderly and lingeringly, like the whispers of lovers.

An Xiaoyue remained still, her pink lips were savored for a long time, and her delicate tongue was easily taken away by him.

Fu Shengyang's breathing gradually turned into panting, and he would occasionally let out a low groan, which made An Xiaoyue feel confused and infatuated.

When Fu Shengyang kissed her lightly, she became like a cloud in the sky, floating on air.

When he increased the pressure, it was as if he was sucking all the air out of her chest.

Xiaoyue's body gradually went limp, and her entire weight pressed against his chest before he reluctantly let her go.

An Xiaoyue's eyes were full of affection, her cheeks were flushed, and she leaned against him to catch her breath.

The sound of his strong, powerful heartbeat filled my ears.

An Xiaoyue's swollen lips curled slightly.

So, Fu Shengyang's heart races when he kisses.

In the walk-in closet, the two embraced for a long time until their breathing returned to normal.

"Go get some sleep." She needed to hurry up and change her clothes before leaving.

"It's fully charged."

"Hmm?" An Xiaoyue asked, puzzled.

Fu Shengyang smiled gently, lowered his head and kissed her forehead, his voice tender, "I missed you, so I came back."

Her heart skipped a beat.

In a daze, it seemed as if a stone had fallen into the stream in front of the courtyard with a "thud".

Fu Shengyang cupped her face in his hands. Her skin was fair, her lips were red, and her beautiful eyes were brimming with tears, reflecting only his image.

He loved that she only had eyes for him; her body and soul were completely occupied by him.

"Mrs. Fu, snap out of it."

Upon hearing this, An Xiaoyue instinctively lowered her eyes, trying to avoid his intense gaze.

Fu Shengyang cupped her face in his hands, and she couldn't escape, so she could only say softly, "I should get ready to go out."

"Okay." Fu Shengyang's eyebrows arched upwards, showing no sign of fatigue.

An Xiaoyue pushed him out of the dressing room, saying, "I need to change my clothes."

The meaning is clear: you are not allowed to look.

Fu Shengyang understood. As the door closed, he leaned against the door with his arms crossed, and chuckled softly.

Where did you get those emojis you sent last night?

An Xiaoyue could still hear Fu Shengyang's voice clearly through the crack in the door.

"Lingxi sent it to me."

She doesn't have many friends besides Lingxi, so the emojis she collected could only have come from Lingxi.

Why is Fu Shengyang asking this? Doesn't he like emojis?

These days, who sends a message without using some emojis?

Fu Shengyang didn't say anything more, it seems she didn't have any other friends.

"Once you're all changed, let's go out together. I'll drop you off first, then I'll go to the hospital."

"it is good."

Shang Qi followed her, and only a spacious minivan was big enough for everyone.

Otherwise, the five of them would have to take two taxis.

An Jiaren hadn't seen Teacher Zhou for a long time, and she was in a good mood on her way to see her friend.

In the more than 20 years that Jincheng lived in, her only friend was Teacher Zhou.

Shang Qi pulled the car over to the side of the road, and An Jiaren couldn't wait to get out.

The friends embraced, too excited to speak coherently.

"Teacher An, congratulations on your recovery."

"Teacher Zhou, you've finally decided to dedicate yourself to Jincheng."

Fu Shengyang got off the bus after An Xiaoyue.

As the president, Zhong Lingxi was still reserved when she met her boss outside of work.

"Hello, President."

Fu Shengyang nodded. "Hello, Attorney Zhong."

An Xiaoyue only realized he had gotten off the bus when she heard his voice.

Wasn't this person going to the hospital to be with his grandfather? Why did he come down here?

She introduced them to their teacher, Ms. Zhong, with a gentle smile.

"Teacher Zhong, this is my husband, Fu Shengyang."

“He’s also my boss,” Zhong Lingxi added.

Upon hearing this, the many doubts in Teacher Zhong's eyes disappeared.

She stepped forward and shook hands with Fu Shengyang, saying, "Our family is truly grateful to you for enabling Lingxi to buy a house in Beijing."

Fu Shengyang grasped Teacher Zhong's hand and smiled, "It's Attorney Zhong's good fortune."

He then asked, "Have you hired a designer for the renovation? I'm currently renovating, do you have any trusted designers you could recommend?"

Teacher Zhong is simple and honest; three million is already a great deal for him, and he doesn't want to keep taking advantage of Fu Shengyang.

He declined Fu Shengyang's offer, saying, "Let's take it slow."

Fu Shengyang said frankly, "Xiaoyue only has Lingxi as a friend. After the house is renovated and aired out, you can stay at your own home when you come to Beijing. It's more affordable and comfortable than staying in a hotel."

Teacher Zhong verbally refused, but Fu Shengyang was too enthusiastic, so he looked to Zhong Lingxi and Teacher Zhou for help.

Just as Zhong Lingxi was about to refuse, An Jiaren overheard their conversation.

The case at the liver disease hospital is over, and the extra money she paid during her hospitalization has been refunded. She has money now.

When she was in trouble, her friends helped her, and now she is healthy and has no need for money.

“I’ll listen to Sheng Yang.” An Jiaren grabbed Teacher Zhou’s hand. “When I was sick, you didn’t say anything and transferred 200,000 yuan directly into my account. It’s a good thing that Lingxi is buying a house. I’ve watched her grow up, so let’s not divide it between our two families. We’ll pay for the house renovation.”

An Jiaren understood what Fu Shengyang meant. He was a practical person, and his care and affection would only be expressed in tangible ways.

He did this simply so that Xiaoyue could maintain contact with Lingxi.

Xiaoyue is not a very proactive person, so it's not easy for her to have an outgoing best friend like Lingxi.

Teacher Zhou was hesitant, but genuinely interested. "Is this a good idea?"

Zhong Lingxi, unable to refuse such hospitality, looked at Xiaoyue.

"Let's book it like this. Lingxi promised to reserve a room for me," An Xiaoyue decided.

Teacher Zhou pondered for a moment, "Isn't this how good friends get through things—you help me, I help you?"

Teacher Zhou, being straightforward, agreed, "Okay, okay, there are four rooms, there's bound to be one for you."

Fu Shengyang looked relieved. "I'm usually busy with work and haven't been able to take good care of Xiaoyue. With Attorney Zhong here, she has someone to talk to. Compared to my efforts, Attorney Zhong has put in much more thought."

Teacher Zhou's gaze fell on the two girls. "They grew up together since they were little. They were so close that they would wear the same dress on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I would wear it on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. They got used to keeping each other company."

Everyone here is a sincere person. After Fu Shengyang said that, Teacher Zhou's gaze towards Fu Shengyang softened a bit.

When Lingxi told her that Xiaoyue was getting married and pregnant, she was furious.

Looking at Fu Shengyang now, on the surface he is helping them, but in reality he is also fond of Xiaoyue, which is why he is kind to the people around Xiaoyue.

"You guys have fun, I'll go get busy now," Fu Shengyang said goodbye.

After getting into the car, he rolled down the window and waved to everyone, his reluctant gaze lingering on Xiaoyue.

The atmosphere became much more natural once the car had driven away.