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

Gu Xiaoman was completely drunk, lost in the sad memory awakened by the aroma of strawberries, his heart and eyes were full of sadness and grievance.

She bit her lip pitifully, tears streaming down her eyes, the corners of her eyes and the tip of her nose were flushed from crying, she was obviously extremely sad, but she suppressed herself and refused to cry any more.

The Gu family made her so sad, Fu Wenyao's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone, and a sternness flashed in his deep and deep eyes.

The warm fingertips brushed the corners of Gu Xiaoman's red eyes, and the next second, tears came out again.

Fu Wenyao was rarely at a loss, sighed and hugged her into his arms, imitating Gu Xiaoman's usual way of comforting Xiaoyi, and gently patted her on the back.

"Hey, don't cry."

The deep and hoarse voice was mixed with strong tenderness, Gu Xiaoman clutched the clothes on his chest tightly, crying and twitching.

"Woooooooooooooo... Mom doesn't want me anymore... Grandpa doesn't want me anymore..."

After crying for too long, her voice became very hoarse, and she tried her best to shrink into Fu Wenyao's arms, as if in this way, she could hide, stop listening, and stop thinking about those sad things.

She cried so much that Fu Wenyao regretted his decision for the first time.

Although it was a good thing for Gu Xiaoman to get rid of the quagmire of the Gu family, short-term pain is worse than long-term pain, but he did not expect that for Gu Xiaoman, this incident would make her so sad.

He thought it was protecting her, but he thought it would make her cry.

Perhaps, he should test her wishes in advance and not make decisions for her without authorization.

It took a long time for Gu Xiaoman to stop crying, she withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms blindfolded, wiped her eyes hard, and curled up on the sofa with her knees hugged.

She took a deep breath, pretending to be strong and murmured: "It's okay! Even... Even if I don't have a home, I can do it...I can do it too..."

When you are drunk, you have to encourage yourself to pretend to be strong.

The more she is like this, the more distressed she is.

Fu Wenyao rubbed her hair and sighed, "Little fool."

He got up to pour Gu Xiaoman a cup of hot water, but before he could take a step, someone grabbed the corner of his clothes.

Turning around, I saw the little woman tightly clutching the corner of his clothes, with her face upturned, her mouth pursed with tears in her eyes, as if she would cry as soon as he left.

Facing Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, she flinched, but did not let go of her hand, and said cautiously: "I'm good... don't want me... okay?"

She still remembered that the man told her not to cry before, trying to keep her eyes open to keep the tears from falling, and the knuckles holding the corners of the clothes turned white from too much force.

Fu Wenyao realized for the first time that women are really made of water.

Mr. Fu, who had never coaxed anyone before, could hardly bear his temper and groped to coax her: "I'm going to pour water for you, just sit here and wait for me obediently, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman's mind was extremely dull, he looked up at him, wrinkled his nose for a long while, and nodded reluctantly.

Fu Wenyao heaved a sigh of relief inexplicably, looking down at the woman's hand still tightly clutching the hem of his clothes, he said helplessly, "Shall we go together?"

"Uh-huh."

This time, Gu Xiaoman reacted quickly, the tears accumulated in her eyes fell down, she quickly wiped them away, her eyes were bright, and she stood up staggeringly.

Fu Wenyao looked at Gu Xiaoman, who was clutching the hem of his clothes and following behind him step by step, a smile appeared in his eyes.

"boom……"