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

After the friendly handshake, Fu Qingyang led Youbao to the restaurant.Leon silently put his hands with white palms behind his back, still smiling.It's just that the arc is dangerous no matter how you look at it.

When she arrived at the dining table, Xiaoyouzi sat down next to her husband tightly, and while the people around her were not paying attention, she secretly moved the chair, wanting to lean in her husband's direction.

Both the old man and Leon noticed Youyou's small movements.Especially the old man, who didn't even have time to worry about his calm and reserved image, so he glared at Xiaoyuzi with hatred.

It's a pity that Youbao didn't understand very well.

Little Yuzu blinked, and returned a sweet and soft smile.

The old man looked away helplessly, and asked the butler to order food.

The lunch is very rich, combining Chinese and Western styles. It can be seen that the chef has carefully designed and prepared.

The taste is sweet, and Yubao is very happy to eat.

But the table is a bit big, and Yuyou's favorite sweet and sour pork ribs are a little out of reach.Xiaoyouzi gave up after trying it, retracted her chopsticks, and quietly tugged on her husband's sleeve.

Fu Qingyang saw Xiaoyuzi's exquisite eyebrows frowning slightly, with a tangled and slightly resentful expression, the man was a little puzzled.

"What's the matter, Yubao?"

"Hmm... Youyou want to eat sweet and sour pork ribs, but you can't reach you..."

Fu Qingyang chuckled and reached out to rub Youbao's head.

"Hey, my husband will help you."

Xiaoyuzi just mentioned it once. During the next meal time, there is no need for Yuyou to speak again. Basically, the dishes she likes will be caught by her husband in a small plate with chopsticks and placed in front of her.There is also a small fish, which has been carefully picked out by the man, so it can be eaten directly with confidence.

Youbao also picks up some vegetables from time to time and puts them in her husband's bowl.He, he also knows a secret~

My husband doesn't really like broccoli and bamboo shoots.

Thinking of what Aunt Chen said to him before, Youbao was a little proud.Before Aunt Chen, he discovered the dishes that her husband didn't like.

Hey~(ˊˋ*)~

Although Fu Qingyang would eat it without changing his expression, when he picked up broccoli and bamboo shoots with chopsticks and put them in his mouth, he would subconsciously frown slightly.Although there was no superfluous expression, Youbao was keenly aware of the disgust in her husband's eyes.

Youyou discovered this when she was having dinner with her husband at home.Yubao, who has always had a bad memory, keeps these two vegetables in his heart very carefully. Every time he eats or cooks, he always tries not to let them appear in front of his husband.

The two shared food with each other, but Fu Qingyang was still mainly taking care of Youbao.Leon and the old man, including the servants and bodyguards around them, were silently watching them.

The old man looked slightly startled, as if he remembered something.

Leon's mouth twitched slightly.

As soon as he saw Fu Qingyang, he saw that he was a cold and decisive man.But I didn't expect that the actions of picking fishbone, adding vegetables, and serving soup were quite natural and skillful.

For a long time, Leon shook his head with a silent smile.

He was relieved to be able to spoil Xiaotuanzi like this.

Although the Isiah family cannot intermarry with foreigners, this rule still exists, but Xiaotuanzi's mother, Farina, left the Isiah family before giving birth to Xiaotuanzi.

Therefore, although Xiaotuanzi has the blood of the Isiah family, strictly speaking, he cannot be regarded as a member of the Isiah family.

The old man also didn't mean to break up Xiaoyouzi and Fu Qingyang forcibly.Yesterday's kidnapping was because I wanted to meet my grandson, and secondly, I wanted to test Fu Qingyang's ability and feelings for his grandson.

The old man was quite satisfied with the result.

With his cute and well-behaved grandson, he barely passed.

The point is, this grandson is too clingy to her husband.

As soon as I couldn't see her, I cried for my husband.When we're together, I can't wait to cling to my husband, sticking to each other even after eating...

The old man was helpless.Hey, his stupid grandson is completely eaten to death by this foreigner.

Just when the old man was immersed in worry and satisfaction, he suddenly heard Fu Qingyang's slightly eager voice, and immediately regained his senses.

"Youbao, are you okay? Drink some milk and press it down."

Fu Qingyang put his arms around the little pomelo, raised his hand and handed the milk cup to the pomelo's mouth, and patiently fed the pomelo for two or three mouthfuls, still staring at the pomelo with a little worry.

"Hmm...Youyou's not there, it's fine..." Little Youzi curled up in her husband's arms with a guilty conscience, defending herself weakly.

Fu Qingyang frowned, and said coldly, "Nonsense."

The slightly cool voice hit Xiaoyouzi's ear, making his limp body tremble, a little flustered.

"husband......"

"Let's eat first."

Fu Qingyang dropped his words, straightened Xiaoyouzi upright and sat down, then withdrew his hand, and by the way put the wine glass between the two of them on the side where Yubao couldn't reach.Prevent a gluttonous little guy from stealing another drink.

That's right, Youbao saw her husband drinking this transparent "drink". He had never tasted what wine tasted like.

So Xiaoyuzi took advantage of her husband's inattention, secretly picked up the wine glass, as if drinking juice, raised her head and took a sip boldly.The throat was instantly hot, a little painful, and a little burning.

All in all, not very tasty.

Youbao pursed his mouth aggrieved, and her husband ignored her.

Moreover, the husband seems to be angry.

Until Youbao finished eating the delicious egg tarts, Fu Qingyang never spoke to Youyou again, nor did he help him with food.

Mingming sat next to her, but Youyou felt that her husband was far away.It seems that all of a sudden, it has returned to the previous indifference and ignorance.

Youbao, whose head was already a little dizzy, listlessly put down the pudding in his hand.I have already eaten three egg tarts and a small cake.If it is normal, my husband will definitely stop myself from eating this little pudding.

My husband said that eating too much sweets is bad for your health.

But, but now... Youyou is going to eat pudding, my husband didn't say anything, and didn't even look at Youyou...

Sourness, regret, and helplessness, floated up along with the stamina of alcohol, plucking at Youyou's fragile heartstrings.

Husband, don't care about pomelo...

Disturbed by the alcohol, Xiao Youzi became more and more sad as he thought about it. He drooped his head sadly and burst into tears.

Fu Qingyang heard a faint sob coming from his ear, turned his head to look at Youbao who was shaking off the little pearl by his clothes, his heart trembled with pain.

"Pomelo?"

Fu Qingyang couldn't care less about being angry, so he quickly reached out to grab him into his arms, took out a handkerchief, and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of Youyou's eyes.

"What's the matter, why is Youbao crying?" Fu Qingyang coaxed in a low voice, "Hey, did you feel uncomfortable after drinking just now? It made you hungry, and now you feel uncomfortable. You are really disobedient."

Listening to her husband's gentle comfort, Youyou felt even more uncomfortable nestling in her husband's arms.He hugged the man's neck: "Old, my husband is, don't you want pomelo... Woooo, pomelo is wrong, wrongly spicy, hiccup~ no more, no gluttony, woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo ..."

Fu Qingyang was worried, and patted Xiaoyouzi on the back to help him calm down.The man stared at Youyou's powdery little face, and extremely doubted whether Youbao was drunk.

Alcohol can stimulate the most unstable mood.

The old man quickly waved his hand and asked the housekeeper to bring over the hangover medicine.

Leon went to the kitchen to heat the milk himself.

Fu Qingyang walked to the sofa with Youbao in his arms. As soon as he sat down next to him, Yubao, who was still crying, slipped into his arms and buried it sticky in his neck. rub.

The milky crying sound seemed to have a small hook, which made the man's heart sore and itchy.Fu Qingyang patiently hugged Youyou, who was crying like a little tabby cat, and he was relieved when Butler Ivan brought over the hangover medicine.

"Youbao, open your mouth."

Youbao, who was crying in a daze, was still very obedient, he opened his mouth obediently, took the hangover medicine, and drank half of the hot milk that Leon brought, before continuing to nestle into her husband's arms, aggrieved You have to be coquettish.

"Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo"

"Yuyou is, a little baby that no one wants..."

"Old, my husband is bad, he doesn't care if you are hot."

"Yuyou is, it's a little troublemaker, woo, hiccup~"

Hearing that soft and waxy voice, Fu Qingyang felt distressed and funny at the same time, with a touch of doting and tenderness wrapped around his brows.

"Youbao, you're drunk."

"Well, you are not drunk, you are not drunk!"

The drunk Youbao has a pretty temper.

"Okay, I'm not drunk, I'm not drunk, Youbao is not drunk."

Fu Qingyang had no choice but to follow the words of the little drunk.

He didn't expect that Yuyou, who had just taken a sip of white wine, would get drunk so easily.It seems that in the future, the wine can't be served on the table, and it doesn't matter whether you drink it or not. Youbao cried when he was drunk, which made him feel distressed.

Little Yuzi leaned against her husband's arms, her little head was bit by bit, just now she was crying and tossing, and her head was dizzy and uncomfortable, Youbao was a little sleepy.

Between half-dream and half-awake, drunkenness encouraged him, intermittently pouring out his uneasiness.The soft and waxy voice is full of caution and prayer, which is the desire hidden in the bottom of Yubao's heart.

"Well, Youyou is very, very obedient... Husband can, can you be more, like Youyou a little more... You, Youyou is very good... No , I won't cause trouble for my husband... Youyou love my husband the most..."

A look of pity flashed across Fu Qingyang's eyes. It seemed that Little Youzi still had no sense of security: "Well, my husband also loves Youbao."

"Really, really...?"

Little Yuzi raised her little head from her husband's arms, her clear amber eyes were clouded with moisture, and the end of her eyes were stained with a touch of warm red from crying, her face was full of caution and anticipation.

"Well, my husband loves Youbao very much." Fu Qingyang nodded earnestly. This is not perfunctory, and men don't bother to perfunctory.

It is said that after drinking, you utter the truth, Youbao's deepest uneasiness surges up again, and those dusty and hidden memories are also quietly loosened.No one thought that for Youyou, the opportunity to lure "Molly's Secret Garden" loose was just a sip of wine.