Sweet spoiled wife: Mr. Fu spoiled his wife too much

The little wife's voice was soft and there was a hint of anxiety, Fu Wenyao's heart melted, and he kissed her comfortingly.

"It's my fault, I shouldn't kill you."

Gu Xiaoman put his white and tender arms around Fu Wenyao's neck, and said with a coquettish smile, "Since you already know that you are wrong, I will forgive you."

Ever since he said that there was no preparation at home, Fu Wenyao has been deliberately keeping the distance between the lower bodies of the two of them.

Seeing his unbearable pain, Gu Xiaoman quietly moved to his side.

As soon as the soft little hand moved, Fu Wenyao grabbed it.

"Xiao Xiao, what do you want to do?"

Glancing coldly at his little wife in warning, Fu Wenyao gasped for a few times, his eyes filled with boundless undercurrents.

Gu Xiaoman's ears turned red, his eyelashes trembled shyly, and he said in a small voice, "Sir, I want to help you."

She lengthened the ending sound like a baby, and softly hooked into Fu Wenyao's heart with a small hook.

Fu Wenyao took a deep look at her, grabbed her hand suddenly, and sighed helplessly.

"Xiao Xiao, you really..."

Her hand seemed to be in control of everything, involving Fu Wenyao's emotions.

The strong sense of control gave her an inexplicable satisfaction.

This sense of satisfaction lasted only 10 minutes before being swallowed up by overwhelming regret.

Who can tell her why she is so tired! ! !
Half an hour later, Gu Xiaoman could only think of running away.

She quietly wanted to withdraw her hand, but before she could move, a big hand suddenly wrapped her hand.

Gu Xiaoman swallowed, his wrist was sore, and he looked at Fu Wenyao begging for mercy.

"Sir, why haven't you...um..."

Before he finished speaking, he was kissed heavily by the man.

I don't know how long it took, until Gu Xiaoman almost suspected that his hands were going to be useless, and Mr. Fu finally finished.

Gu Xiaoman let Fu Wenyao wipe her fingers with a wet tissue, slumped on the bed and didn't want to move.

Lovingly kissing his little wife on the forehead, Fu Wenyao lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

"It's hard work, little one, I'm going to take a bath."

"Ah."

Gu Xiaoman's eyeballs moved, and he lay on the dead body blankly, secretly deciding in his heart that he would never dig a hole for himself again, it was really exhausting!

It's as if the hands and arms don't belong to me anymore! ! !
The sound of water in the bathroom gradually stopped before she lazily started to arrange her clothes numbly.

As soon as Fu Wenyao came out, she slipped into the bathroom with a change of clothes in her arms.

When she came out of the shower, Fu Wenyao had already changed into a four-piece suit, and was half leaning on the bedside to read documents.

After drying his hair and doing a series of operations such as evening skin care, Gu Xiaoman climbed into bed and covered himself with the quilt, only wanting to see Duke Zhou immediately.

Fu Wenyao put down the documents and lay down. He stretched out his long arms and hugged his little wife into his arms, and leaned over to her lips.

Gu Xiaoman covered his mouth and turned his head away, looked at Fu Wenyao vigilantly, and vaguely reminded him: "Sir, it's getting late."

Her mouth is still numb, but she can't continue.

The most important thing is that she was afraid that the gun would go off again, so she was forced to help Mr. Fu reduce the fire.

After coming so once, she was really scared.

Fu Wenyao pursed his lips, and with a smile in his eyes, he kissed her on the forehead, and pulled up the quilt to tuck her in.

"Hey, go to sleep, good night."

Seeing Fu Wenyao lying sideways back on the bed again, Gu Xiaoman relaxed and said softly, "Good night, sir."

One minute later, she breathed steadily and long, and fell into a deep sleep.

The little wife was lying in his arms with a relaxed smile on her mouth. Fu Wenyao reached out and touched the corners of her eyes and brows, and couldn't help but kiss her deeply between the brows.

The next day.

Gu Xiaoman woke up in Fu Wenyao's arms, dazedly rubbed against his arms, and said softly, "Mr., good morning."

As soon as the words fell, a man came over.

She quickly covered her mouth and hid back, her voice was indistinct.

"I haven't brushed my teeth yet."

"It's ok."

Fu Wenyao pulled down her hand, clasped his little wife's and took a long kiss.

Seeing that the gun was about to go off, he restrained himself from letting go of his little wife.

Afraid that what happened yesterday would happen again, Gu Xiaoman blushed, scrambled to get off the bed and rushed into the bathroom.

Looking at the back of Xiaojiao's wife fleeing in a hurry, Fu Wenyao's mouth was slightly curved, and his eyes were full of smiles.

While brushing his teeth, looking at his blushing face in the mirror, with spring in his eyes, Gu Xiaoman patted his face shyly, squinting his eyes with a smile.

It's such a joy to live with the one you love!She wants to be with Mr. Fu for the rest of her life!
Usually when she wakes up, Fu Wenyao has already prepared breakfast and is waiting for her at the dining table.

It was rare for Mr. Fu to wake up with her today. Gu Xiaoman rested his elbows on the table, resting his chin on his hands, and watched Mr. Fu who was busy in the kitchen without blinking.

Fu Wenyao is wearing a white shirt today, with the cuffs rolled up to the elbows, revealing a slender and strong forearm. The hand holding the egg is well-articulated, and the movement of beating the egg is elegant as if he is cooking high-end cuisine. With his male model, he would be envious The jealous figure is simply a visual feast.

The more Gu Xiaoman looked at it, the more greedy he became, and he was completely fascinated by Fu Wenyao.

There was a smile that couldn't be concealed on his face until breakfast.

"Is that so happy?"

Fu Wenyao handed her the bread with jam in his hand, the corners of his mouth slightly hooked.

Gu Xiaoman lowered his head, took a bite of his hand, and narrowed his eyes contentedly.

"It's so sweet, sir, you should try it too."

Fu Wenyao's eyes dimmed, and he retracted his hand and took a bite where she had bitten. He looked straight at the soft rose-like lips of his little wife, and pointed out: "It's really sweet."

Gu Xiao blushed all over his face, and took a sip of milk to cover up.

The screen of the mobile phone on the table lit up, she picked it up and looked at it.

It was the message from the bank manager she had contacted before: "Ma'am, are you sure you will come today? If yes, I will set aside today's time to serve you alone."

Gu Xiaoman put down the milk cup and replied affirmatively.

Originally, she made an appointment with the bank manager on Friday, but because of Chu Mei's krypton gold and the interference of those trolls, the popularity of things about her and the Gu family continued to skyrocket on the Internet, and it couldn't calm down for a while.

Fu Wenyao worried that she would be attacked by some radical people when she went out, so she was restricted from going out recently.

In desperation, I had to send a message to the manager one day in advance and make a new appointment.

After replying to the message, she put down her cell phone and was about to tell Fu Wenyao about going out today, when Fu Wenyao's cell phone rang suddenly.

Glancing at the phone on the screen, Fu Wenyao rubbed her head, took the phone to the balcony to answer the call.

Gu Xiaoman turned to look at him with the milk cup in his hand, the more he looked at him, the more he liked it.

"Xiao Xiao, I have to go out for something urgent, can Nanyuan deliver my lunch?"

"No, I happen to have something to go out today, so I'll just eat something outside."