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

Not wanting to be spoiled by Jirou's good mood on the weekend, Gu Xiaoman simply put the phone screen on the table, pretending that he didn't see the news, and didn't reply to Jirou.

With Ji Rou's interruption, her previous nervous mood was disturbed a lot. She got up and sat down on the chair behind the desk, turned on the computer and contacted the private detective.

The situation of Ji's family is full of fog, and she focuses on asking the detectives to investigate the cause of Mr. Ji's illness.

In order to prevent the private detective from being bribed again, this time, Gu Xiaoman specially found two private detectives.

Fu Wenyao came out covered in moisture and wrapped in a bath towel, and saw his little wife typing away on the keyboard without even looking at him.

The man's long and narrow black eyes narrowed slightly, and there was a slight displeasure on his cold face.

Fortunately, Gu Xiaoman turned off the computer quickly, and seemed to realize that the sound of water in the bathroom had stopped, and looked towards the bathroom suspiciously.

At a glance, he saw Fu Wenyao, who was naked to the upper body, only wrapped in a bath towel, and was wiping his hair with the towel.

Hot steam continued to come out of the bathroom door opened behind him, making Gu Xiaoman's delicate face a little red.

She really wanted to look away, but when her eyes fell on Fu Wenyao's watery skin, they seemed to be rooted, and she couldn't look away no matter what.

Fu Wenyao's hair was still covered with water droplets, and many crystal water droplets rolled down his handsome cheeks, all the way down across his collarbone and chest, and sank into the towel along the contours of his abdominal muscles.

Gu Xiaoman's cheeks were flushed, and he felt that the breath he exhaled was scorching hot.

She clung to the edge of the table with her white fingers that were resting on the table, and recited the pure heart mantra several times in her heart, then she struggled to look away, got up and walked to the bathroom with a blushing face.

Noticing that Gu Xiaoman looked away, Fu Wenyao squinted regretfully.

I thought that the little wife would come over blushing because of him, but who knows, the little wife didn't even say a word, and even looked away, as if nothing happened, and went to take a bath on her own .

Fu Wenyao licked his back molars with the tip of his tongue, inexplicably thinking of the sentence that Gu Xiaoman blurted out before: "Young and fresh flesh."

He narrowed his black eyes, stood sideways in front of Gu Xiaoman, sighed deliberately, and pointed out: "So soon, Xiao Xiao lost interest in me?"

"Huh? What?"

Gu Xiaoman was at war with heaven and man in his heart, and it took ten to ten of his self-control to barely look away from looking at Fu Wenyao, and suppressed the hand that was eager to touch Fu Wenyao's abdominal muscles.

Hearing Fu Wenyao's nonsensical words, my mind was still chaotic, only the water-filled abdominal muscles of Fu Wenyao I saw before, and my mouth was inexplicably dry.

Fu Wenyao lowered his eyes, looked at Gu Xiaoman whose eyelashes were trembling, and didn't know where to put his hands and feet. A smile flashed across his eyes, and he deliberately took two steps forward, approaching Gu Xiaoman.

"If it wasn't for losing interest in me, Xiaoxiao wouldn't want to look at me no matter what?"

The distance between the two became very close, and Gu Xiaoman had no doubt that she would touch Fu Wenyao's abdominal muscles as soon as she raised her hand.

Her delicate little face turned red, subconsciously took two steps back, trying to distance herself from Fu Wenyao.

Otherwise, she really didn't know what bold move she would make under the temptation of beauty.

However, she forgot that there was a sofa behind her, and she took too many steps backwards, and she staggered backwards and fell down without noticing it.

Gu Xiaoman's eyes widened in panic, and he instinctively reached out to grab something to stabilize his body.

Fortunately, Fu Wenyao quickly put his arms around her slender waist.

Gu Xiaoman's hands also hugged Fu Wenyao's neck tightly, so that he managed not to fall down on the sofa.

Feeling the skin under his palm, Gu Xiaoman wished he had just collapsed on the sofa.

Her shirt seemed to be soaked by the moisture from Fu Wenyao's body, otherwise, why would she have the feeling of skin-to-skin contact with Fu Wenyao?
Gu Xiaoman's face became more and more red, and his whole body was about to smoke.

She let go of Fu Wenyao in a panic, her eyes didn't know where to look, she stumbled and said, "I, I'm going to take a shower."

After all, without waiting for Fu Wenyao's answer, he pushed Fu Wenyao away, and walked quickly to the bathroom as if fleeing.

Pushed back by her, Fu Wenyao took two steps back. He stood there and looked at the back of his little wife with the same hands and feet, and couldn't help chuckling.

Pfft, so cute.

Hearing the deep chuckle from the man behind him, Gu Xiaoman paused, quickened his pace and walked into the bathroom, closing the bathroom door with a "bang".

She put her hands on the sink and took several deep breaths to calm down her beating heart.

When she looked up and saw the face in the mirror was flushed, and her black eyes were covered with mist, she looked like she had been molested, and her face turned red uncontrollably.

She tried to cool down her hot cheek with the back of her hand, and whispered to herself: "Mr. Fu is getting serious, it's terrible!"

Until being forced by Fu Wenyao on the bed to say over and over again that she really doesn't like boys younger than her, Gu Xiaoman deeply realized one thing.

Her family Mr. Fu's vinegar jar really can't be overturned easily, otherwise it's really too useless!

In the end, she even wondered if her eyes were swollen from crying, she was so tired that she didn't even have the strength to move her fingers, and she heard Fu Wenyao asking her in her ear: "I like young and fresh bodies, huh? "

Gu Xiaoman shivered and passed out from exhaustion.

When she opened her eyes again, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Seeing the time, Gu Xiaoman sat up from the bed "scrambling".

The movement was so violent that it involved her lower body, she frowned in pain, and lay down heavily again.

Fu Wenyao pushed the door in with the porridge, saw her frowning and wanted to get up, quickened her steps, walked to the bedside and put the tray on the bedside table, pulled the pillow aside and placed it behind Gu Xiaoman, and carefully supported her halfway. sit up.

"Are you awake? Are you hungry, let's have some porridge first."

Enduring the soreness in his waist, Gu Xiaoman patted his arm angrily, and said anxiously: "Didn't you agree to take Xiaoyi to Linshi to play today? How could you...how could you... ..."

How can Gu Xiaoman fail to say the rest of the sentence for a long time, blushing and glaring at Fu Wenyao.

"Xiao Yi will definitely not be unhappy."

Fu Wenyao stroked Gu Xiaoman's hair gently, with a deep and sweet voice.

"Xiaoyi is indeed a little unhappy, but the responsibility is not yours."

"Of course it's not my fault!"

Thinking of being tortured by Fu Wenyao for a whole night last night, Gu Xiaoman wanted to beat Fu Wenyao angrily.

Fu Wenyao innocently looked at the furious Gu Xiaoman, and motioned her to look out the window, "It rained early in the morning, and it was still a torrential rain. Although Xiaoyi is unhappy, there is nothing anyone can do about it due to the weather."