Mr. Fu's cuteness is super sweet

"Master, do you need brain surgery?" Xiao Bao asked, "Xiao Bao can perform brain surgery for Master to clean up the paint."

Han Zhou: "..."

"I……"

Han Zhou looked at Xiaobao frantically, "I think you need brain surgery!"

"Come here, I'll open your head to see what's inside," Han Zhou said.

Hearing what Han Zhou said, Xiaobao immediately covered his little head, and ran away quickly, "Don't take Xiaobao apart, don't take Xiaobao apart, Xiaobao's head doesn't look good at all, Xiaobao is a good little treasure , you can't take Xiaobao's head off."

Xiaobao ran to the door, just in time to meet Fu Shiyu, opened the door and walked in.

Seeing Little Treasure, he frowned slightly, and watched in surprise as Little Treasure ran out protecting its little head.

While running, he shouted: "Xiaobao must protect his little head, don't tear down Xiaobao's little head..."

Fu Shiyu: "..."

Are all robots crazy now?

"You, you... what are you doing here?" Seeing Fu Shiyu coming in, Han Zhou reacted almost subconsciously. He moved to the innermost part of the bed and piled up all the things that could fit in the quilt and pillow in front of him, as if doing something. It looked like a bunker, and he himself hid behind the bunker.

Fu Shiyu didn't speak either, and walked straight forward, put the cup of warm water in his hand on the bedside table, and glanced at Han Zhou indifferently, "Is your stomach uncomfortable?"

"Yes... yes, my stomach is uncomfortable." Han Zhou seemed a little nervous, "What's wrong, can't you?"

As if to prove that he really had an upset stomach, Han Zhou deliberately put his hands on his stomach and rubbed it lightly.

Fu Shiyu twitched his lips, and his eyes fell on the place where Han Zhou was rubbing his stomach, then slowly moved down a little, and said meaningfully: "I'm sure it's the stomach that's uncomfortable, not some other place?"

Han Zhou: "??"

At first, he didn't realize anything, and he was a little dazed, until he followed Fu Shiyu's gaze to a certain part of himself, and his whole body was not well.

He tore off the quilt in a panic, covered his lower body, and glared at Fu Shiyu, dissatisfied: "Where are you looking! You can't just look at some places, don't you know?"

"Since you can't just look at it casually, let me take a closer look?" Fu Shiyu said amusedly, with a bit of teasing in his tone.

It seemed to be deliberately teasing Han Zhou.

"My son, you uncle." Han Zhou opened his mouth and cursed directly.

"What did you say?" Fu Shiyu pretended to be indifferent.

Han Zhou hesitated for a second, pouted his mouth, and said in a low voice, "I said... I think you are very... Your lord has a lot, and you will definitely not be fussy like me."

"Indeed." Fu Shiyu nodded, and sat down beside Han Zhou's bed.

Seeing Fu Shiyu sitting down, Han Zhou panicked, "You, you... what are you doing?"

"Sleep, is there a problem?" Fu Shiyu glanced at Han Zhou.

"Of course there is a problem!" Han Zhou said excitedly, "This is my room, my bed!"

"You bought this house?" Fu Shiyu looked at Han Zhou suspiciously, "Did you pay for it?"

"Uh..." Han Zhou, "No..."

"That means your name is on the real estate certificate of this house?" Fu Shiyu asked again.

"Ah!!" Han Zhou said, "No..."

Fu Shiyu asked Han Zhou seriously: "Since you didn't pay for it, and your name is not on the real estate certificate, where did you come to the conclusion that this is your room, your bed?"