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

The dinner ended in a happy atmosphere.

Ye Siyu and Jiang Li stayed and chatted for a long time before returning to the villa next door.

The little Naituan was attached to Jiang Qingshu, and Jiang Qingshu also liked the little Naituan very much. Under William's resentful gaze, he offered to sleep with the little Naituan at night.

In addition, Fu Wenyao will not come back tonight, so Gu Xiaoman has become alone.

After taking a shower, she habitually waited for Fu Wenyao to blow-dry her hair.

Seeing the empty room, he realized that Fu Wenyao would not be coming back tonight.

Unaccustomed to it, Gu Xiaoman took out the hair dryer and dried his hair casually.

After drying her hair, she nestled on the sofa and picked up the book she didn't finish last night to continue reading.

But after only reading two lines, I couldn't read any more.

Normally, when she was reading, Fu Wenyao would work beside her.

There is often the rustling sound of Fu Wenyao's pen falling on the paper when Fu Wenyao is signing, or the sound of Fu Wenyao speaking a fluent foreign language in a meeting.

Although there was a sound, it did not affect Gu Xiaoman's reading at all.

Now that there is no one around, the room is unprecedentedly quiet, but Gu Xiaoman is not used to it.

She leaned back on the sofa in frustration, covering her face with the book.

What's going on, obviously it's just a one-night disappearance.

It was as if a deep longing gushed out of his body.

Gu Xiaoman sighed softly, and said something silently in his heart.

Gu Xiaoman, you are really finished.

Vaguely, she seemed to hear some small voices on the balcony.

Gu Xiaoman's whole body trembled, and he suddenly thought of the ghost novel he had read before, and his breathing tightened all of a sudden.

She swallowed nervously, tried her best to dispel the messy thoughts in her mind, and carefully moved the book down, revealing a pair of clear eyes.

It's a pity that the white gauze curtain in the room is closed, so I can't see the outside clearly.

Gu Xiaoman shrank back, poked his head and carefully looked in the direction of the balcony.

I'm afraid that something terrible will come out of the darkness.

I don't know if she was too scared, but the voice on the balcony seemed to be getting louder.

Gu Xiaoman's heart was aroused, she couldn't help getting up, put down the book, grabbed a decoration and walked carefully towards the balcony.

The screen window floated up faintly, and a black shadow faintly flashed through the gap, and Gu Xiaoman was startled.

Just when she was frozen in place, there was a slight "click" sound in the room.

Gu Xiaoman immediately opened his eyes wide, raised the ornament in his hand, looked at the balcony door without blinking, and assumed an attacking posture.

When the person outside pushed the door open, revealing the back of his hand with knuckles, Gu Xiaoman rushed up with the decoration.

Fu Wenyao walked into the balcony lightly, and saw his little wife holding a decoration and rushing over aggressively.

Seeing that it was him, Gu Xiaoman's wide-open eyes shone with hot light.

She said in surprise, "Wen Yao, why are you here?"

As he said that, Gu Xiaoman wanted to stop.

But she ran so fast that she couldn't stop for a while.

Seeing the ornaments in his hand rushing straight towards Fu Wenyao's eyes, Gu Xiaoman was so startled that he subconsciously withdrew his hands.

After receiving half of it, Fu Wenyao snatched the ornaments in his hand quickly.

A thin and powerful arm came up from the slender waist, and Fu Wenyao hugged the whole person tightly into his arms.

Leaning on Fu Wenyao's broad chest, the familiar woody fragrance instantly surrounded her.

Gu Xiaoman's heart was still pounding, obviously he was greatly frightened.

Fu Wenyao casually placed the ornaments on the table, and gently patted Gu Xiaoman's back with his broad palms.

Gently comfort the frightened little wife.

It took a while before I felt the rapid breathing in my arms calm down.

Fu Wenyao hugged his little wife, his lips pressed against Gu Xiaoman's ear, and there was a faint smile in his deep voice.

"I haven't seen you for a day, why do you want to murder your husband?"

Gu Xiaoman leaned against Fu Wenyao's arms, just calmed down to breathe, when he heard this sentence, he suddenly lost his breath.

She thumped Fu Wenyao's chest angrily, and said unhappily, "Who told you to scare me?"

It was obviously an angry and questioning tone, but Fu Wenyao heard the meaning of grievance and coquettishness from it.

He laughed softly, immediately hugged Gu Xiaoman horizontally, placed him gently on the bed, and moved towards him.

"Okay, it's my fault, I shouldn't have come to you secretly. But, I really miss you."

Hearing the last sentence, Gu Xiaoman couldn't be more angry.

Besides, she wasn't really angry in the first place.

Why didn't she miss Fu Wenyao very much.

The person I miss is right in front of me, Gu Xiaoman is happy in his heart, but he pretends to be arrogant on his face.

"Knowing that you can't come to me, you dare to come secretly. Be careful not to be caught."

As soon as the words fell, there was a knock on the door in the room.

Jiang Qingshu's gentle voice followed closely behind.

"Xiao Man, is it convenient to come in?"

Gu Xiaoman's eyes widened in shock, he pushed Fu Wenyao up in a panic, and looked around the room.

Pulling Fu Wenyao pushed him into the closet.

"Hurry up and hide, don't be discovered."

Fu Wenyao looked at the flustered Gu Xiaoman with a funny face, and stood helplessly in the closet, watching Gu Xiaoman close the door in a panic.

Immediately afterwards, I heard the slightly flustered voice of my little wife.

"Mom, why are you here?"

Jiang Qingshu put the tray on the table, looked around the room, and his gaze flashed past the wide open door of the balcony.

Looking at Gu Xiaoman with a smile.

"Mom is worried that you will be hungry at night, so she will bring you a bowl of tremella porridge."

Gu Xiaoman was not hungry at first, but smelling the smell of white fungus porridge, he really felt a little hungry.

"Thank you mom, I'm just hungry."

"That's great, eat it while it's hot."

Jiang Qingshu happily brought the white fungus porridge to Gu Xiaoman, sat down beside Gu Xiaoman, and looked at it tenderly.

After eating the warm white fungus porridge, Gu Xiaoman sighed comfortably.

Looking at Jiang Qingshu's appearance, he wanted to wait for her to finish drinking. Thinking of Fu Wenyao who was still in the cloakroom, Gu Xiaoman paused and silently speeded up.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman's obviously anxious actions, Jiang Qingshu glanced at the direction of the closet from the corner of his eye, and said with a light smile.

"Don't worry, drink slowly, if not enough, there is still in the kitchen."

"Enough is enough."

Fearing that Jiang Qingshu would bring another bowl, Gu Xiaoman finished the last mouthful of porridge and hurriedly said, "You can't eat too much at night."

"Too."

Jiang Qingshu nodded, pulled a tissue and handed it to Gu Xiaoman.

Gu Xiaoman wiped his mouth and looked at Jiang Qingshu nervously.

"Is there anything mom wants from me?"

Jiang Qingshu's eyes flickered when he heard this, and he gently smoothed out the broken hair by Gu Xiaoman's ear.

"Nothing, mom is just worried about your hunger, so she came to bring you something to eat. It's getting late, you go to bed early."

After finishing speaking, Jiang Qingshu got up and prepared to leave with an empty bowl in hand.