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

The smile on Ji Shiyan's lips gradually faded, and he naturally buttoned the clothes he had just unbuttoned, his dark eyes locked tightly on Gu Xiaoman.

Her whole body was embraced by Fu Wenyao, her exposed earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed, her soft and shy appearance was completely different from the politeness she had faced with her before.

Ji Shiyan withdrew his gaze, and there was a slight chill between his brows: "Boss Fu, long time no see."

Gu Xiaoman suddenly woke up from the bewilderment of beauty, and withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms with a blushing face.

Fu Wenyao moved his hand around her waist to her shoulder, and looked at Ji Shiyan casually.

"Thank you Mr. Ji for taking care of Xiao Xiao today. The Fu family will withdraw from the bidding for the land in the west of the city."

Everything inside and outside the words declares his sovereignty over Gu Xiaoman.

Ji Shiyan didn't care about his oppressive and cold aura at all, and said in a flat tone: "No, this is between me and Xiaoman. It's better for Mr. Fu not to make a decision on his own."

Fu Wenyao pursed his thin lips lightly, his brows were full of hostility.

"I will take care of my wife myself, don't bother me."

The atmosphere between the two became more and more strange, Gu Xiaoman stroked his forehead with a headache, and changed the subject with a dry cough.

"Brother Shi Yan, Xiao Yi is still waiting for me in the room, I'll go back first."

Ji Shiyan frowned, looked at her hesitantly, finally nodded, and said softly, "Okay, call me if you need anything."

"Yeah." Gu Xiaoman nodded, took Fu Wenyao's hand flatteringly, and walked out of the banquet hall quickly.

"Xiaoyi is still waiting for us, let's go back quickly."

Ji Shiyan stood where he was, looking at Gu Xiaoman's back with a sullen face, and a shadow quickly flashed in his eyes.

Three years ago, his girl had Shao Yuxing by his side, and three years later, this person was replaced by Fu Wenyao.

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After leaving the banquet hall, the cool night wind blows in, and the heat on Gu Xiaoman's face finally fades away.

She moved her fingers and was about to let go of Fu Wenyao's hand, but the man's slender fingers were inserted into the gap between her fingers one step faster than hers, and intertwined with hers.

Two palms, one big and one small, suddenly pressed together without any gaps, and the scorching heat passed through the palms, and Gu Xiaoman's face turned red again at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The gesture of clasping fingers was too intimate, she looked at the touching palms of the two uncontrollably, as if she missed half a beat of breathing.

"Mr. Fu, why are you so involved all of a sudden?"

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, his lips curled up a bit, playful and deep, "Why are you stuttering?"

Gu Xiaoman curled up her toes in embarrassment, wishing she could find a crack in the ground and get in.

Just when she didn't know how to answer, the black Maybach stopped in front of the two, and the driver got out of the car and opened the door for them respectfully.

Gu Xiaoman was in a hurry to get in the car, but forgot that the two of them were still holding hands.

Fu Wenyao was pulled into the car by her, with a smile in his eyes, "Little..."

Gu Xiaoman turned her head and was caught off guard by the man's magnified handsome face. She suddenly panicked, her heart was beating wildly, as if it was about to pop out of her throat.

The distance between the two people was extremely close, and their breathing was intertwined. Gu Xiaoman swallowed nervously, trying to sit up straight.

Before she could move, the man's palm pinned the back of her head.

The man's eyes were too hot, Gu Xiaoman looked away, his curled eyelashes fluttered wildly like the wings of a butterfly.

Fu Wenyao's eyes became darker, and he lowered his head to kiss her soft lips.