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

Suppressing the throbbing in his heart, Gu Xiaoman looked at himself in the mirror and told himself over and over again in his heart not to fall in love with Fu Wenyao.

After washing up, she led Xiao Xiao down the stairs, and accidentally saw Fu Wenyao on the dining table.

As soon as he saw Fu Wenyao, it seemed that the man's deep and gentle comfort sounded in his ears again, and his heartbeat was instantly out of rhythm.

Gu Xiao sat down at the dining table without looking sideways, and gently tied the bib on Xiao Yi, trying to divert his attention.

Xiaoyi squinted her eyes happily, and waved the spoon at Fu Wenyao who was serving her food, "Daddy, I want to eat balls."

Gu Xiaoman clapped his hands, and narrowed his eyes to pick up a few mini steamed dumplings for Xiaoyi.

Seeing Xiaoyi burying his head in the delicious food, Gu Xiaoman bent the corners of his mouth and put down his chopsticks.

A bowl of porridge was handed over to her, she subconsciously took it, met Fu Wenyao's calm eyes, and picked up the spoon to drink the porridge in a panic.

Seeing that she didn't refuse, Fu Wenyao put some fried dumplings on her plate, peeled an egg and put them in.

Gu Xiaoman stared at his nose, nose, nose, and heart, trying to divert his attention by drinking the porridge. He didn't notice his movements at all, and finished drinking the porridge in the bowl without knowing it.

As soon as she breathed a sigh of relief, she saw the dishes in front of her eyes.

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Seeing that Fu Wenyao was about to put rice rolls on her plate, Gu Xiaoman quickly stopped him, "Enough is enough, no more."

She stretched out her hand to cover her own plate, like a little animal protecting food, and her bright eyes stared at Fu Wenyao's chopsticks vigilantly.

Finally seeing an expression other than sadness on her face, a smile flashed in Fu Wenyao's eyes, and he put rice rolls into a small bowl.

"Yeah... This is a good time, and so is Mommy."

Xiao Yichi's mouth was greasy, and when he saw the full plate in front of Gu Xiaoman's eyes, he started to eat again in peace.

Glancing at the three people eating seriously in the restaurant, Mrs. Zhang heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Uncle Jiang with a smile.

"It's different when you're married. You know it hurts with such a cold temper. It seems that you can prepare more lunch. Madam is too thin. It would be great if you can have breakfast like today's breakfast. Take care of your body That's it, and you will have another young master with your husband, and you will be consummated."

Uncle Jiang glanced at the restaurant, and said meaningfully: "Well, as long as the master is up to date, the young master should be here soon."

In the restaurant, Gu Xiaoman tried his best to deal with a plate of meals, and his whole body was not well.

Is Fu Wenyao a devil?
She's not a pig, why did she pick so much!

Ahhhhhh, I can't eat anymore, but I don't want to waste it.

Chewing the Xiaolongbao in his mouth in small bites, Gu Xiaoman stared at the remaining third of the plate with resentment.

Swallowing the last bite with difficulty, she held the chopsticks and moved them to the plate little by little, really not wanting to eat any more.

While he was struggling, a white and slender hand suddenly stretched out from the side, and took the plate away.

"If you can't eat it, don't eat it."

Gu Xiaoman felt relieved, quickly put down his chopsticks, put his hands on his swollen stomach, leaned back on the back of the chair, and sighed comfortably.

She looked lazily at Fu Wenyao, and when she saw Fu Wenyao picked up the crystal shrimp dumplings from the plate, she subconsciously stopped him.

"Fu Wenyao!"

"Ok?"

The man looked up at her, and ate the shrimp dumplings slowly.

Gu Xiaoman: "!!!"

Although she didn't touch those, but...it was her leftover after all, why...why did Fu Wenyao just eat it? !

Gu Xiaoman opened his eyes wide in disbelief, and muttered to himself: "Well, that's what I left."

"so what?"

The girl's eyes were wide open, and her red lips were slightly parted, like a startled deer, cute and tight.

A smile flashed across Fu Wenyao's eyes, and he continued to eat the food on the plate with a flat face.

Gu Xiaoman stared straight at the crystal shrimp dumplings on the table, thinking "Fu Wenyao actually ate my leftovers!".

Isn't he a clean freak?

That's leftovers!Why is he still so natural? !

Could it be that he... he... hi...

No no no, impossible!
Seeing that his thinking was like a runaway wild horse, almost unable to pull back, Gu Xiaoman quickly strangled this thought to death in the cradle.

Even if he took the initiative to cook noodles for me at night, even if he secretly put ice on my eyes in the middle of the night, even if he ate my leftovers, it would definitely not be Xi...

Hey, why do you think about it like this, but it looks more like it?
"Little Man."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman stood up like a student who was caught by the teacher while looking at his mobile phone in class, and looked at Fu Wenyao with a red face.

"Why, what's wrong?"

Glancing at Gu Xiaoman's red ears with a half-smile, Fu Wenyao jokingly said, "What were you thinking just now?"

Gu Xiaoman's face turned completely red, his eyes wandered, his mouth was faster than his brain, and he blurted out: "No, I didn't think about anything. I didn't think about you either."

As soon as she finished speaking, she realized what she had said, and two red clouds floated on her fair cheeks, wishing she could just find a crack in the ground and sneak in.

With a smile on the corner of Fu Wenyao's mouth, he leaned slightly and approached her eyes.

The distance between the two was very close, their warm breaths were intertwined, and the atmosphere became inexplicably ambiguous.

Gu Xiaoman stared blankly at the magnified handsome face in front of him, his mind went blank, and only one thought was left to scroll back and forth.

Him, is he going to kiss me?

As soon as this idea appeared, Gu Xiaoman's gaze fell on Fu Wenyao's lips uncontrollably, and he swallowed unconsciously.

Because of nervousness, the little wife opened her lips slightly, and she could vaguely see the pink tip of her tongue inside. Fu Wenyao's deep eyes seemed to be completely soaked in ink, and she couldn't help pressing her thumb down.

His behavior was inexplicably a little sexual, Gu Xiaoman tried his best to breathe steadily, and looked at Fu Wenyao in confusion.

As soon as she met Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, her eyes were covered by the man's warm palm.

The next second, Fu Wenyao's deep and hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Don't look at me like this, or I won't be able to bear it..."

"Can't bear it?"

Subconsciously murmured, as soon as the words came out, Gu Xiaoman's face was hot and almost burned.

Washing the white fingers to pick the chair helplessly, the palms on the eyelids were warm and wide, Gu Xiaoman's heart was completely confused.

The eyelashes under his palm trembled slightly, Fu Wenyao's heart seemed to be scratched by the paw of a little milk cat, he couldn't help but leaned over, and gently kissed Gu Xiaoman's eyes through the back of his hand.

Blindfolded, he didn't know what happened, only felt that Fu Wenyao was getting closer, and Gu Xiaoman subconsciously held his breath.

"Haha...Daddy...haha..."

Xiao Yi's giggling sound came from next to her ears, and the palm covering her eyes suddenly withdrew, Gu Xiaoman blinked, and followed the sound to look at Xiao Yi.

Fu Wenyao also covered Xiao Yi's eyes at some point, his big palm almost covered the little man's delicate face.

Xiao Yi thought that Fu Wenyao was playing a game with him, and grabbed his palm with his little hand, giggling.