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

"Ms. Lu is not with your Miss Ye, why come to my humble house when you have time?"

Ye Siyu walked around Lu Xiuwen with a cold face, and walked quickly to the villa.

After walking two steps, remembering the doctor's advice, she touched her stomach quietly, and subconsciously slowed down.

Seeing her walking fast, Lu Xiuwen's heart tightened. Just as he was about to speak, he saw her footsteps slow down and her eyes softened instantly.

He caught up with Ye Siyu's footsteps in two or three steps, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"How is your stomach, does it still hurt?"

Ye Siyu paused and turned to look at him.

The night was dark, and the street lamps in the villa were dim yellow. The warm yellow light cast a soft halo on his body, which made the sharp and deep lines of his face much softer.

There was a touch of tenderness in those dark eyes, which seemed to make people indulge in them.

Ye Siyu was stunned for a moment after not seeing Lu Xiuwen's gentle expression for a long time.

The heart seems to be beating quietly.

She clenched her hands tightly and forced herself to look away from Lu Xiuwen's tenderness.

Her red lips were slightly hooked, her eyes were full of sarcasm, as if the daze just now was a dream, and she returned to the thorny appearance again.

"Boss Lu cares about me so much, isn't he afraid that Ms. Ye will be jealous?"

Lu Xiuwen's heart ached from her stabbing, and he really wanted to say, there is no such thing as Miss Ye, from the beginning to the end, she was the only one in his heart.

I can only let her go.

But when he thought of those bloody truths, and thought that he hadn't found the result of the investigation, he didn't dare to act rashly again.

If we tear away the entanglement of the previous generation now, I'm afraid it will push Ye Siyu even further.

He was afraid of losing her, and even more afraid of seeing disgust and hatred in her eyes.

Lu Xiuwen closed his eyes, lowered his eyes and remained silent.

Ye Siyu pricked up his ears as he walked towards the villa, hoping to hear what Lu Xiuwen would answer.

She couldn't tell what kind of answer she wanted to hear.

If Lu Xiuwen really mentioned Ye Manni, maybe she could take this opportunity to force herself to drive her out.

After all, she was really tired today, and she just wanted to curl up in bed and have a good rest.

But Lu Xiuwen didn't say a word, didn't say anything.

A nameless anger suddenly surged in Ye Siyu's heart, and she couldn't help but quicken her pace.

It was too late, the servants and the housekeeper had already fallen asleep, only the lamp in the living room was turned on for her by the housekeeper.

Ye Siyu opened the door and wanted to shut Lu Xiuwen out in the blink of an eye.

As if sensing her intentions, Lu Xiuwen quickly raised his foot against the crack of the door.

Ye Siyu frowned, and closed the door resolutely.

His foot was squeezed by the door, Lu Xiuwen groaned in pain, and looked down at her, with a heavy injury in his eyes.

Ye Siyu's heart trembled, she looked away dejectedly, and turned around angrily to ignore him.

Her chest kept rising and falling, and she changed her high-heeled shoes irritably, leaned against the wall with her slippers on, watched the door close naturally, and then took out a guest's slippers to change for herself, as skillfully as Lu Xiuwen who entered her own home.

Don't get angry.

"Mr. Lu, in the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, it's not good for you to break into my house like this?"

Lu Xiuwen glanced in the direction of the servant's room lightly, and said in a calm tone, "Isn't there a servant here?"

Ye Siyu: "..."

She seriously doubted whether Lu Xiuwen had been to her home before, otherwise how could he even know where the servant's room is?

Before she could speak again, Lu Xiuwen took off his suit jacket and was looking around for hangers. Ye Siyu had already naturally took his clothes, opened the closet next to him and hung them in.

When she closed the closet door, she suddenly realized what she had done, and clapped her right hand angrily.

Let you hang clothes habitually!

A muffled laugh came from behind, and Ye Siyu immediately became more angry, so angry that she felt her stomach hurt a little again.

Her complexion changed immediately, and she pulled on her slippers and walked towards the sofa.

Turning around, I saw that Lu Xiuwen had entered the kitchen at some point, and was wearing an apron with a natural expression.

Ye Siyu sat down on the sofa, pulled the pillow and hugged her in her arms, uncontrollably looking at the busy man in the kitchen.

Lu Xiuwen unbuttoned the top two buttons of his shirt, revealing his honey-colored skin.

The cuffs were rolled up casually, and the forearm was smooth and strong. At this moment, he was cleaning something seriously with his head down.

If it was in the past, Ye Siyu must have wandered over, hugged him from behind, and disturbed his cooking.

But now, Ye Siyu looked at the man with complicated emotions, thinking about how to get Lu Xiuwen to leave.

Now she has Lu Xiuwen's cub in her belly, which makes her feel inexplicably guilty when facing Lu Xiuwen.

Before Lu Xiuwen could not find out by relying on anger, but if Lu Xiuwen had been hanging around with her, he would find out sooner or later.

Just as he was thinking, a cup of steaming honey water was suddenly passed in front of him.

Lu Xiuwen's deep and magnetic voice sounded above his head: "Hey, drink some honey water first, I'll cook a bowl of noodles for you, it's not good to go to bed hungry."

Ye Siyu took the cup and was indeed a little hungry after being told, but she still managed to snort.

"Who told you I'm hungry? You'd better get out of my house!"

As soon as the words fell, there was a loud "cuckoo" sound in his stomach, Ye Siyu's face turned red, and the hand holding the cup trembled so much that he could hardly hold the cup for sure.

I wish I could dig a hole and bury myself in it.

Lu Xiuwen looked at Ye Siyu whose cheeks were flushed and was so ashamed that he wanted to hide it, and chuckled softly.

When Ye Siyu heard this laughter, her face turned even redder.

Lu Xiuwen couldn't help rubbing her head, and comforted her softly: "Wait a little longer, it will be fine soon."

Ye Siyu pouted, looked at his back with a blushing face, and subconsciously drank half a glass of honey water.

She squinted her eyes comfortably as she drank the warm honey water.

Seeing that Lu Xiuwen didn't pay attention to her side, Ye Siyu put down the water glass and stroked his belly with an unprecedented tenderness.

"Are you hungry? You can tell mom quietly when you're hungry, how can you say so loudly in front of dad, no, in front of that person?"

Ye Siyu lightly poked her belly, then continued in a soft voice: "I made my mother so embarrassing just now, little rascal."

The stomach was very quiet and did not make any sound again.

She rubbed her stomach with satisfaction, and rolled her eyes with a smile.

"Good boy, mom knows you're a good boy."

She leaned back on the sofa, rubbed her belly and looked at Lu Xiuwen who was busy in the kitchen.

If only Lu Xiuwen was obedient, the three of them might live happily together like Xiaoman and Fu Wenyao.

It's a pity that Lu Xiuwen's heart belongs to her, and she doesn't want to force it. She is really tired.

Ye Siyu closed her eyes, and silently said in her heart: "Baby, from now on, only you and mother will depend on each other."