Chapter 98 A Family With Light Breakfast

   In the evening, the little girl slept directly in the villa, and Fu Chen didn't bother, they all slept separately.

   The next morning.

   When Fu Chen and Lu Xue went to bed, they saw the delicious breakfast spread all over the table, and there was a note on it.

  Lu Xue, wearing pajamas with a toothbrush in his mouth, walked lazily to the dining table and took the lead to pick up the note and looked at it, the corners of his eyes suddenly curved.

The chair next to    was pulled away by a muscular hand, Fu Yan Wang sat down lazily, and ruthlessly snatched the note from Lu Xue's hand.

  Lu Xue was startled. Seeing that the note was already in Fu Yanwang at this time, the saliva and toothpaste were almost sprayed out.

   Very nice, a drop of toothpaste was sprayed from Lu Xue's mouth into one of the bowls of still warm millet porridge.

  Lu Xue: "..."

  Fu Yanwang squinted at the bowl of millet porridge, and in the next second he shot at Lu Xue with murderous intent, gnashing his teeth, "You can get out now."

  Lu Xue touched the ear studs naively, and couldn't help shrinking his neck when the man said, "Hey, then I'll take care of this bowl, and you can go to the other Master Fu."

   Hearing that, Fu Yanwang ignored him and glanced down at the message on the note.

  【Mr. Fu, in order to thank you for your stay last night, I don’t have any craftsmanship, so I made a breakfast in return, remember to be happy every day, smiley]

   His eyes swept over the words above, and the corners of the man's lips ticked unconsciously.

  Suddenly, the man seemed to have noticed something again, his dizzy eyebrows frowned slightly, and the deep meaning in his eyes was hard to fathom...

   This handwriting looks familiar.

   Before Fu Yanwang remembered where he had seen the above handwriting, Lu Xue's voice directly interrupted the man's thoughts.

   brushed his teeth and looked upstairs, his words were a little vague, "Master Fu, why haven't the little crying bag been placed yet?"

   Hearing the words, Fu Yanwang remembered that the little milk bag that he had completely forgotten about had not woken up yet, seemingly carelessly put away the note, slowly got up and walked upstairs.

   Last night, all my thoughts were on that little girl, and I still remember there was a little bun at home.

   As soon as he went upstairs and opened the door, Fu Yanwang saw the little guy sleeping on the bed with the quilt pressed under him, and faint dark circles could be seen on his lower eyelids.

  Fu Yanwang walked over with a blank face, reached out and hooked the collar of the little milk bag like a chicken, and picked it up.

   "Well, Fu Yanwang, you are bad! What are you doing!" The little guy opened his sullen eyes, his cheeks were bulging, and his little hands and feet were constantly tossing and resisting.

   She got up at five o'clock to make breakfast for them, and was actually dragged up by Fu Yan Wang so inhumanly! Simply nothing!

  Fu Yan Wang left the room with the little guy expressionlessly, ignoring her resistance from beginning to end.

   After being forcibly taken to wash up, the little guy sat down at the dining table angrily, staring at Fu Yanwang.

   Ignoring that the little guy was not angry, the man slowly reached out and took a bowl of light millet porridge in front of the little milk bag, and gave her a tea egg by the way.

  Wenbai: "..."

  Lu Xue: "..."

   A family with a light breakfast.

   There is also a bowl of noodles, sandwiches and milk on the table. For the two of them, they only have light millet porridge and a one-for-one alms-tea egg.

  The little **** pouted, grabbed the dining table and wanted to reach for the sandwich, but the man flicked it off.

  It hurts.

   "Fu Yan Wang is stingy! The nest is still a baby, the nest still needs to grow a body, and the nest needs a sandwich!" The little guy was so aggrieved, he held the little paw that the man bounced red, trying to compete for breakfast for himself.

Fu Yanwang glanced blankly at the bulging little milk bun in front of him, and directly moved the remaining three breakfast items in front of him, his voice was quite careless, "Eat a little less and you won't die, I want to eat it and make it myself. "

   (end of this chapter)