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

"It's nothing, I just...just..." I feel sorry for you.

Unable to say the last three words, Gu Xiaoman unconsciously picked the seat, looking at Fu Wenyao with softer and softer eyes.

The little wife's face was full of tears, the tip of her nose was red, and her eyes, which had been better before, were a little red again.

Thinking that she was thinking of her grandfather again, Fu Wenyao gently wiped the tears from her face, sighed and pulled him into his arms.

Gu Xiaoman's mind is full of Fu Wenyao's lonely appearance, obviously very tired, and working hard.

The more she thought about it, the more distressed she became, but for some reason, she couldn't say the word "distressed", so she could only hug Fu Wenyao tightly, like this, she could comfort the tired man who had nothing to say Fu Wenyao.

Hearing the suppressed cry of the little wife in his arms, Fu Wenyao pulled a chair from the side and sat down, hugged the person in his lap, circled the person in his arms, and stroked her back.

"Okay, okay, stop crying."

Gu Xiaoman grabbed his collar, immersed in his own brain, unable to get out.

Fu Wenyao treated her so well, in the future, she will pay more attention to Fu Wenyao.

At least, someone to talk to when he was tired.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman couldn't help but shed tears again. She tried her best to think about what could make Fu Wenyao happy.

After thinking for a long time, she said dryly, "Fu Wenyao, when shall we take Xiaoyi to the amusement park?"

Fu Wenyao didn't seem to expect that his little wife would suddenly mention this, he was stunned for a while, nodded and said: "Yes."

Gu Xiaoman hesitated for a while, and then said: "Then can you take a weekend break in the future?"

After finishing speaking, she struggled a bit and said: "We can't take weekends, but we can also take single breaks. You can't work in the company every day. There are so many talented people in the company, so you can't always do everything yourself. "

Fu Wenyao thought about Mingde and Fu's work arrangements in recent months, calculated the processing time in his mind, and nodded.

"Well, weekends."

Gu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and he looked up at Fu Wenyao, "So I can take a weekend break, so try to go home at ten o'clock, is that okay?"

There was still a teardrop hanging on the little wife's eyelashes, and she stared straight at him, her little face full of expectation.

Fu Wenyao sensed something was wrong, but still nodded patiently.

"can."

Carefully recalling the question asked by his little wife, Fu Wenyao was puzzled, stroked Gu Xiaoman's cheek with his fingertips, and coaxed in a low voice, "Why are you crying, huh?"

Gu Xiaoman bit his lips, twisted his hands in confusion, and finally whispered after a while: "You have too many emails in your mailbox."

Hearing this, Fu Wenyao glanced at the dense notebook written by Gu Xiaoman, and immediately understood.

This is Gu Xiaoman, are you worried that his work intensity is too high?
Think he is working too hard, so you cry in distress?

As soon as this thought appeared, why did Gu Xiaoman ask such a question, and he immediately had an answer.

Because I thought he was working too hard, I asked him if he could take a weekend break and if he could go home early.

How long has it been since this feeling of being cared for?
After the death of his parents, he took up the burden of the company, worked hard, investigated, and paralyzed himself with busyness.In the end, even he got used to it.

Almost all of the information that has been investigated intermittently over the years points to one person.

He thought that he would never believe in any emotion again, whether it was family affection or love.

He thought that his heart was already as solid as a rock, but he didn't expect that he would be easily shaken by his little wife's words.

Unable to restrain himself, Fu Wenyao took his little wife into his arms again, and lowered his head to place a soft kiss on her hair.

"As long as you and Xiaoyi are always by my side, I won't find it hard."

Gu Xiaoman was startled, thinking of the agreement for no reason, she pursed her lips, buried her head in Fu Wenyao's arms and rubbed it.

After a while, she withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms in embarrassment, and said in a nasal voice, "I didn't disturb your work, so go get busy, I'll continue to read the documents."

Fu Wenyao rubbed her head, "Don't do it if you're too tired."

"How can that be!"

The little wife gave him a dissatisfied look, "Are you looking down on me?"

Fu Wenyao didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "Of course not, then go ahead and ask me if you have any questions."

"Uh-huh."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, and continued to read the document with great enthusiasm.

Although there is very little she can do for Fu Wenyao, at least she can do the matter in front of her!
Seeing his little wife working hard, Fu Wenyao curled his lips, very satisfied with this ingenious misunderstanding.

He was really busy some time ago, but most of the time he was busy with Mingde's affairs.

Fu's work is actually not busy, most of it is handled by Tao Yan.

The reason why there are so many emails today is entirely because he interrupted the monthly meeting before, temporarily decided to work from home, and gave Tao Yan a vacation.

All the reports that were supposed to be presented at the meeting were turned into emails. In addition to Tao Yan’s rest, all the emails went to his mailbox without filtering, so it was a little scary.

However, there is no need to let the little wife know about this.

Although it was just a simple sorting of emails, there were too many emails in Fu Wenyao's mailbox, and the contents were all new to Gu Xiaoman, so it took her two days to finish processing them.

After sending the sorted content to Fu Wenyao, Gu Xiaoman heaved a sigh of relief, as if the students were finally going on vacation.

Fu Wenyao didn't go to see the fruits of his little wife's labor for the first time, but took her out of the study.

"Go change your clothes, it's time to go to the funeral in a while."

Gu Xiaoman subconsciously asked, "Funeral?"

As soon as she said the words, she suddenly realized something, and she froze in place, looking at Fu Wenyao in disbelief.

"Today is grandpa's funeral?"

Fu Wenyao nodded and rubbed her head distressedly.

Gu Xiaoman went into the cloakroom silently, changed into black clothes and came out.

Along the way, Gu Xiaoman didn't speak, and looked out the window silently.

Although she knew that Gu Jiyuan and the others were very dissatisfied with her, she really didn't expect that they didn't even notify her of her grandfather's funeral.

If Fu Wenyao hadn't said it, she wouldn't have known that today was grandpa's funeral.

The car drove all the way to the cemetery, but Gu Xiaoman didn't get out of the car immediately, looking straight at the crowd standing in the distance outside the window, he suddenly felt a little homely.

She didn't come until the funeral was over.

Will grandpa blame her?

She closed her eyes, and after a long while, she picked up the bouquet at hand and turned to look at Fu Wenyao.

"You wait for me in the car, I can go alone."

Seeing her insistence, Fu Wenyao didn't insist, and looked at her thin figure worriedly through the car window.

The closer she got to the tombstone, the slower Gu Xiaoman's pace was. She didn't dare to think that her grandpa, who was as tall as a mountain in her heart, actually slept in such a small place.