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

Chapter 91 Domineering and Gentle Kiss, Baby, Husband Loves You

"Well......"

When Youbao woke up, he saw her husband sitting by the bed, holding a knife in one hand and pinching an apple in the other, looking down at the mobile phone on the bed from time to time, fumbling with apple pieces clumsily.

On the small tray at the side, there are already five or six failed products. Either the rabbit's ears were accidentally cut off, or the body was cut too fat.

Perhaps the apple slices were too small, so Fu Qingyang raised his ring finger and little finger unconsciously. Coupled with a serious and slightly irritable expression, the picture looked a little funny.

Youbao pouted honestly and laughed.

Hello husband, so stupid~

Rabbit Apple was taught by Youbao himself to Fu Qingyang before.

Hearing that laugh, Fu Qingyang raised his head and put down the things in his hands: "Are you awake? Is there any discomfort, huh?"

The little Yuzi who just woke up was still in a mess, and she didn't remember why she "fallen asleep" for a while, and even temporarily left her fierce husband behind her little head.

"Old man~ rabbit apple, apple... ah~"

With a cold face, Fu Qingyang lifted the pomelo, who knew how to eat as soon as he woke up, from the bed and sat up, and then fed the apples to the rabbit who was looking at the shabby one, piece by piece, to the little pomelo, which was waiting to eat.

To be honest, Fu Qingyang thought that this soft dumpling would continue to cry and lose his temper with himself when he woke up, but just after he finished feeding the apple, he suddenly raised it again with a sigh of relief.

Not because of anything else, Youbao started to settle accounts after autumn.

Little Yuzi, who was lying in her husband's arms in a daze, suddenly regained her memory.He remembered how sadly he hid under the quilt and wiped his tears after he had a "quarrel" with her husband today.But later, Youbao was really flustered, he didn't want to divorce her husband, and he regretted saying the word "good".So Youyou grabs the toffee to apologize.

But as soon as he walked to the door of Fu Qingyang's ward, he heard the conversation in the room.Husband said, to divorce.My husband said that he may never remember the memories between him and Youyou.

Then Youbao was so gorgeously frightened that she fainted.

Now thinking of everything, Xiaoyuzi stared at her husband with a straight face, thinking she was fierce and serious.It's a pity that the fleshy white pink lips were tightly pressed, and two small dimples bloomed quietly.

The round amber eyes are still foggy, the ends of the eyes are dyed with warm red, and the brows are slightly wrinkled in aggrieved way, it seems... There is no momentum at all.

Although the murderer's small appearance is too cute, he still successfully bluffed a certain man, maybe the certain man had a guilty conscience.

Fu Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, and he subconsciously stretched out his hand to rub Youbao's little head, but before he touched Youyou's little golden hair with his fingertips, he turned his head slightly and avoided it.

The man's hands were in the air, his expression was slightly bewildered, and a sense of loss quickly came to his heart, sour and a little angry.

"Are you avoiding me?" Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly.

Youbao shrank his neck subconsciously, but when he thought of what her husband said, his temper burst out, and he emboldened himself: "You, what are you, what am I, what?"

Obviously it should be Youbao and her husband.

But since my husband woke up on the first day, that is, the day before yesterday, except for coaxing him to call you Youbao a few times, he has never called him such an intimate name.

Although Youbao didn't say anything these two days, he was very sad.

Thinking of this, Youyou couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

"Yuyou...never again, no...it's my husband's, baby... old, my husband is still here, and I still want to divorce youyou... ...."

It is pomelo treasure that is vicious, and pomelo treasure is the clingy one.

Little Yuzi stretched out her white claws, pitifully grabbed her husband's sleeve, and pushed herself back.Youyou's voice was very small, but it hit Fu Qingyang's heart clearly and heavily.

"Old man... the puppy is wrong, wrong... no, don't throw the puppy... throw it away, okay? The dog is very... ..very obedient..."

The low-pitched prayer was wrapped in deep uneasiness, which made Fu Qingyang's heart ache.Familiar guilt, anger, and distress emerged, and Fu Qingyang hugged Youyou into his arms, and unconsciously raised his volume.

"Don't talk nonsense, Youbao is not allowed to talk nonsense! Youbao is my husband's little baby, not a puppy... Youbao is a little baby, be good."

The same thing was said by Fu Qingyang before.

Youbao looked up in surprise, did her husband remember it?

It's a pity that Fu Qingyang didn't have the familiar tenderness on his face. His face was pale and slightly painful, and fine sweat was already breaking out on his forehead.

"Old, husband...?" Youbao was so frightened that he struggled and wanted to go to the nurse sister to check her husband's body.

Suddenly Fu Qingyang's arms were empty, and his heart was also empty. He raised his hand and picked up Youbao who was crawling out of bed with his buttocks pouted, and hugged him in his arms, filling the gap in his arms again.

"Don't go, good boy. Let me...let my husband hug you for a while."

Fu Qingyang's head hurts a lot. With his eyes closed, something flashed through his mind quickly.Xiaotuanzi squatting in the corner silently and restlessly, looking back at Xiaotuanzi who warmed up the long lonely night with a smile, hugging Xiaotuanzi who slept soundly in the middle of the night, Xiaotuanzi who clung to her arms and refused to let go, obediently let herself be unwrapped into her stomach Xiaotuanzi...

【Husband is, the best husband~】

[Husband, you, you are hot when you come back! 】

【Hi, I like the fish porridge made by my husband...】

【Husband, Yuyou’s small, little cake flies away and it’s hot~】

[Wuuuuuu, is it old or not, my husband is stealing...? 】

【...】

[Youbao, be careful! ! ! 】

The memory spliced ​​from fragmentary images finally freezes at the moment when Xiaoyouzi was pushed down to repair the emergency exit.

The petite body fell into the dark staircase, as if being swallowed by an unknown beast. Fu Qingyang suddenly remembered everything, and the coldness around his body made people feel a little terrified.

"Old...husband! Husband!"

The soft call pulled Fu Qingyang out of the dazed state, and the man who finally came to his senses quickly let go of him.

"What's the matter, did your husband hurt Youbao?"

Fu Qingyang was not paying attention just now, probably because he strangled the little pomelo in his arms too tightly. Thinking of this, he quickly lifted off the pomelo's hospital gown. Two reddish marks were seen.

"Hey you baby, does it hurt?"

Fu Qingyang touched it distressedly, and gently rubbed it with his slightly hot palm, the movement was very light, as if he was touching a fragile baby.

After waiting for a long time, the man did not wait for Xiaoyouzi's answer.

Fu Qingyang frowned, and shifted his eyes from the red mark on Youyou's soft waist to Youyou's small face in doubt and worry.

Those beautiful and pure amber eyes were full of tears.

"Pomelo." Fu Qingyang thought that he really hurt the little pomelo, and quickly pulled her into his arms, kissing and coaxing her in his arms, with a deep and gentle voice that could squeeze out water.

The kiss that was so familiar fell on Youyou's hair, forehead, the corners of the eyes, the tip of the nose... Finally, it blocked the little Yuzu's delicate and soft mouth, the domineering and gentle kiss, Lips and teeth are fragrant.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu's husband...? Yuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu's most...favorite Husband of... have you... come back?"

The corners of Fu Qingyang's lips curled into a gentle arc. Although his face was still a little pale, there was still a doting smile in his eyes.

"Well, it's Youbao's favorite husband who is back."

Yes, Fu Qingyang remembered.

Originally, Fu Qingyang's temporary amnesia was only a sequela. It only needed an opportunity to retrieve the lost memory of a certain person in the past, and there would be no permanent amnesia.

Today, Youbao fainted again, and said the three words "little dog" that made Fu Qingyang's heart ache. These two times were very serious stimulation to Fu Qingyang, so that the man would no longer lose his memory in advance .

After hearing the affirmative answer, Youbao dropped the little pearl aggrieved before he was happy for two seconds, his soft voice choked with sobs.

What kind of amnesiac version of the bad husband actually tricked Youyou to divorce, what kind of amnesia version of the bad husband Yuyouyou made you hurt, and so on.

The soft and slightly resentful accusation made Fu Qingyang a little dumbfounded.What kind of amnesiac version of bad husband and genuine husband, isn't he the only one?Of course, Fu Qingyang only dared to correct the little baby's words quietly in his heart, but didn't dare to speak.

It's all the fault of the amnesiac version of the husband, so he, the real scheming husband, won't be angered by Youbao and poke a few words!

"He's bad!"

"Well, it's pretty bad, Youbao is not angry, be good."

"Well... still, it's still Yuyou's old man, good husband..."

"of course."

Fu Qingyang didn't feel that he was shameless when he stepped on his feet half an hour ago and was praised by his own little baby.

It's just that this genuine husband hasn't been happy for too long, when you heard Youyou said anxiously: "But, but what, what should I do..."

"how?"

Youbao remembered the night before yesterday, when she was shy with the "amnesia version of bad husband" this and that, two blushes climbed up her little face.Fu Qingyang knew what his little one was thinking at a glance.

After all, Fu Qingyang also has the memory of the two days of amnesia.He also remembered the nonsense between the two of them on the hospital bed the day before yesterday.

At first, Fu Qingyang thought it was nothing, but listening to Youbao nagging about the genuine husband and the amnesiac version of the bad husband in his ear, Fu Qingyang unconsciously thought about it.

The amnesiac version of the bad husband pressed the genuine husband's fragrant and soft pomelo treasure, and loved it fiercely... For some reason, Fu Qingyang suddenly felt itchy in his fist, and he began to eat his own... .. vinegar.

This strange desire to win!

The more Fu Qingyang thought about it, the more frustrated he became, so he grabbed the little pomelo in his arms and asked softly, "Baby pomelo, are you comfortable?"

"Hmm...what's comfortable, it's comfortable..."

Fu Qingyang narrowed his eyes slightly, rolled onto the bed with Youbao in his arms, and pressed the person under him.He tilted his head slightly, and leaned close to Youyou's ear, the man's deep voice was somewhat hoarse and restrained.

"Tell my husband later, who will make the good baby more comfortable..."