The ultimate teasing of a fishing beauty

Chapter 165: Still Sleeping at Night

Xia Yang was still sleeping. Fu Xiuyan was worried that he would get hungry if he slept too long, so he quietly got up and went to the kitchen to make Xia Yang's favorite food.

After keeping the food warm, I returned. Xia Yang was still snoring softly, this time he was really exhausted.

Fu Xiuyan's hands traced Xia Yang's facial features inch by inch. Xia Yang was fed up with it and finally snorted softly with her eyes closed. "All awake." Fu Xiuyan hurried to please.

"Baby, are you hungry?"

Xia Yang was very annoyed and waved his hands around, trying to drive away the annoying sound in his ears.

Unexpectedly, there was a crisp "pa" sound, as if it hit Fu Xiuyan's face.

"Hehehe, I miss my husband before I even open my eyes." Fu Xiuyan held Xia Yang's hand and kissed his palm: "Hubby made porridge, baby, have some. I'll bring it to your bedroom."

Xia Yang was very annoyed. He had just been forced to wake up, and he couldn't stand hearing such energetic voices. To him, it was just irritating noise, which only aggravated his irritability.

"Shut up! I won't eat!"

Fu Xiuyan knew that this was just a temper tantrum. He quickly shut up and waited for Xia Yang to calm down. He knew that Xia Yang was most annoyed when she talked to him at this time.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Xia Yang reluctantly sat up and said in a displeased tone, "Where's my porridge?"

"I'll be right there." Fu Xiuyan quickly went downstairs to the kitchen to get some food.

He fed me again, naturally. But this time, it wasn't that Xia Yang didn't want to eat; it was that he simply didn't have the energy. His limbs felt limp. After a good night's sleep, I felt even more aches and pains.

Every time Fu Xiuyan fed him a mouthful, Xia Yang would roll her eyes. The more rolls of eyes he received, the happier Fu Xiuyan became. This was his wife's approval of him!

"I want some coffee." Xia Yang was full and started to make requests.

"If you drink now, will you be able to sleep at night?"

Xia Yang rolled her eyes at him: "I didn't drink last night, did you let me sleep?"

Fu Xiuyan touched his nose and said, "I'll go."

After sending the man away, Xia Yang put away his anger and leaned against the pillow with a satisfied look on his face.

It was a very satisfying match. I was tired and in pain, but it was really relaxing.

Fu Xiuyan made two cups of coffee and brought them in. He drank them slowly with Xia Yang.

From time to time, he would steal a few glances at Xia Yang.

"If you have something to say, just say it."

"Are there any discomforts?"

After drinking the coffee, I felt much better. "It's not the first time, why are you so angry?"

Fu Xiuyan smiled awkwardly. It was mainly because he had been too aggressive with drugs yesterday. He was worried that Xia Yang wouldn't be able to handle it.

"I'm not uncomfortable." Xia Yang held the coffee cup and squinted his fox eyes: "To be more precise, it's very comfortable."

Then she looked at Fu Xiuyan and smiled brightly: "You are awesome, husband."

Fu Xiuyan's hand trembled and the coffee almost spilled out.

Xia Yang smiled cunningly.

Fu Xiuyan sighed softly. His Xia Xia was truly… always outspoken. She had no idea what reserve was. But he truly loved this kind of Xia Xia. Fu Xiuyan smiled at Xia Yang with a doting smile. It was as if this smiling face was the only thing he could see in the world.

"What time is it?" Xia Yang suddenly asked. He just remembered that they still had work to do.

Fu Xiuyan then realized that neither of their phones was on the bedside table. After searching everywhere, he realized that the phone had rolled to the ground at some point. He picked it up, checked the time, and said, "It's half past six."

Xia Yang began to calculate the time when Fu Xiuyan would return to the crew. However, Fu Xiuyan never looked up again, staring at his phone.

"What are you looking at?"

"Ms. Yu and her one or two followers?"

"Huh? What's wrong?" Xia Yang asked casually.

"When did you drag me into the group?"

"Yesterday."

"So, you lied to me yesterday when you said you would replace my marriage certificate with a divorce certificate without Dad knowing." Fu Xiuyan said firmly.

Xia Yang complained in his heart, how could this person have such a good memory? And he still holds such a grudge!

"Ah..." Xia Yang exclaimed softly: "The family group needs to be renamed." Then he found his mobile phone and started typing.

——Ms. Yu and her three knights——

There are already a lot of messy messages in the group, all of which are various emoticons made with Ms. Yu’s own photos.

Almost immediately after Xia Yang changed the group name, Ms. Yu's video call came in. Xia Yang glanced down at the mottled marks on her neck and decisively clicked "Reject."

Xia Yang: Ms. Xia, please stay away from your followers. Don't try to squeeze into my personal space.

Ms. Yu: Okay, okay. I'm so excited and want to see my son-in-law. Where's my son-in-law?

Fu Xiuyan's hands were shaking, and he spent a long while tapping on his phone, only to find all the words he clicked on were typos. His hands were also sweaty.

Xia Yang noticed his nervousness from the corner of his eye and continued chatting with his mother.

【Xia Yang: Go grind some coffee for me.】

Fu Xiuyan looked at Xia Yang's reply and raised his head to look at him in confusion. He then glanced at the empty coffee cup beside him and asked, "Xia Xia, do you want another cup?"

Xia Yang's disgust didn't subside at all: "You're not nervous anymore? Then tell her."

Fu Xiuyan's nervousness was completely dispelled by Xia Yang's words. His wife was so kind, so thoughtful and considerate. She also paid so much attention to him. Xia Xia truly loved him so much.

[Ms. Yu's beloved husband: Why are you drinking coffee so late at night? Freshly ground coffee, isn't instant coffee poisonous?]

Ms. Yu had changed Xia Yang's father's group name. Since they were all family, Xia Yang's father had never raised any objections. It was just that now that there was a son-in-law in the group, a son he had never met, Xia Yang felt a little embarrassed.

Then Fu Xiuyan saw his father-in-law, nicknamed "Ms. Yu's dear husband," struggling in the group with his profile picture of a farmland:

[Ms. Yu's beloved husband: I changed my nickname. What a mess.]

Ms. Yu: My son only drinks freshly ground coffee. You know that. Every time you're at home, aren't you the one who grinds the beans and makes coffee for him?

【Xia Yang: Dear Dad, you can change it yourself.】

[Ms. Yu’s dear husband: I can’t.]

[Xia Yang: Really? You're not afraid?]

[Ms. Yu: Son, give your father some face. Don't be so explicit.]

[Ms. Yu: Dear husband, what should I do? I forgot how to edit it. I'll go ask Ruan now [pitiful.jpg]]

The expression was a picture of her with tears in her eyes.

[Ms. Yu's dear husband: There's no need to rush.]

If there's no rush, there won't be any follow-up. Sure enough, every time his dear mother acted so blatantly pitiful, his father would ignore her no matter what happened. It worked again this time.

Ms. Yu: "Okay, husband. My husband is the best!"

[Xia Yang: [rolling eyes.jpg] You two can chat privately.]

Xia Xia's wife-slave husband: Dad, Mom, hello. I'm Fu Xiuyan.