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

Gu Xiaoman glanced down at the cover of the book, it was a bedtime story book for children.

She looked at Fu Wenyao in a daze, "Xiao Yi hasn't slept yet?"

Fu Wenyao turned on the bedside lamp, lifted her quilt and half-lyed down on the bed, and stuffed the book into her hand.

"Start reading the bookmarked page."

Gu Xiaoman: "???"

She was very sleepy, rubbed her eyes, and said softly: "I'm so sleepy, I want to sleep."

Her voice was soft, like a small hook, the coldness in Fu Wenyao's eyes dissipated, and the tips of his ears turned red.

But the little wife obviously hasn't really realized her mistake. If she is easily let go today, maybe next time...

Fu Wenyao pursed his lips, looked deeply at the yawning little wife, stretched out his hand to embrace her, held her hand and turned to the bookmark page, and rejected her coquettishness with actions.

Being rejected, Gu Xiaoman pursed his mouth in grievance, blinked his eyes and tried hard to read the words on the book.

"Puppet...Adventures?"

How is this story? ? ?
She thought of something, smiled and poked Fu Wenyao's arm, "I've read this story to Xiaoyi before, haha."

"Her tablemate's mother is an expert in baking and likes to make cakes very much. After knowing that Xiaoyi likes to eat cakes, she asked Xiaoyi's tablemate to bring cakes to Xiaoyi every day. Xiaoyi didn't tell me after eating for half a month. It was only when I discovered her tooth decay that I realized that she had learned to lie! I told her this story the night I came back from the dentist. For half a year after that day, she quietly paid attention to her nose, for fear that her nose would become longer hahaha... "

Gu Xiaoman laughed for a long time, suddenly realized something, swallowed, threw the book away with erratic eyes, and pulled up the quilt to cover his head.

Oh my God! ! !
Fu Wenyao actually treated me the way I used to treat Xiaoyi? !
Wait, no, did I lie?
Gu Xiaoman racked his brains in the dark for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason, instead he became more and more sleepy, his eyelids stuck together and he almost couldn't open it.

The quilt was pulled down, she was not used to the bright light, she squinted her eyes and yawned.

"continue."

A man's cold voice came from above her head, and the book she threw back was stuffed back into her hand.

She pinched the book guiltily, blinked her eyes and poked Fu Wenyao's arm, trying to get away with it.

Fu Wenyao looked indifferent, unmoved, and even grabbed her shoulders and dragged her to sit up halfway.

Gu Xiaoman: "..." All right.

Resigned to his fate, he held the book in his hand, concentrated his energy, and read it feebly.

"In a small town, there lives...a toy maker..." Before she finished reading a sentence, she yawned twice, tears streaming down her cheeks.

While wiping tears, Gu Xiaoman quietly went to see Fu Wenyao, waiting for the man to speak.

Who ever thought that Lang's heart was like iron, and he would not be moved!
She sighed, dragged her tune and continued to read: "Schebet, who makes toys... old man, old man... no children, life is very lonely..."

Gu Xiaoman yawned while reading, and after only one third of the reading, his eyes stared straight, wishing he could just fall asleep.

The tree outside the window was rustling by the wind, and the bed was warm and soft. Gu Xiaoman leaned against Fu Wenyao's arms in a daze, only thinking of sleeping.

The girl in her arms rubbed her eyes, her head was nodding, it was cute and tight.

Seeing that she was about to hit the book, Fu Wenyao reached out and pressed her forehead and pressed her into his arms, and Zhou reminded her ruthlessly.

"continue."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman woke up startled, held the book in his hand, and nodded in a daze, "Oh, the owner of the theater troupe... just because Pinocchio is cute..."

In a short story, Gu Xiaoman stumbled and stumbled as he read it, repeatedly testing it on the verge of falling asleep.

Every time I have to meet Zhou Gong, Fu Wenyao wakes her up and coldly reminds her to "continue".

Gu Xiaoman was almost driven crazy by him, his mind was full of one thought.

From now on, never lie to Fu Wenyao again!

This is simply torture!

Finally mumbled the last word, Gu Xiaoman closed his eyes and fell asleep contentedly.

Fu Wenyao held her shoulders, carefully put her on the bed and covered her with a quilt, and wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes with his knuckles.

The back of the hand touched the face of the little wife, and there was a soft and greasy touch from the fingertips, as if a tiny electric current rushed into the limbs, Fu Wenyao squinted his eyes, and his Adam's apple rolled.

The little wife rubbed against the back of his hand unknowingly, and her lips brushed against his knuckles inadvertently.

Fu Wenyao moved his fingers as if he had been scalded, and his eyes fell on the pink lips of his little wife. After a few seconds of silence, he lifted the quilt and went into the bathroom.

He finished his work on the sofa, dispelled the cold on his body, and then lay back on the big bed.

Seeing his little wife frowning and pursing her mouth, and touching her belly with her hands, Fu Wenyao suddenly thought of the puppet cat raised by her grandma.

Mingming usually doesn't like to see him very much, but every time he eats too much, he hooks his hand with his claws and puts it on his stomach, meowing coquettishly to rub his stomach.

Touching Gu Xiaoman's swollen belly, a smile flashed in Fu Wenyao's eyes, and he rubbed it tentatively.

The little wife hiccupped, hugged him into his arms, hummed a few times comfortably, and stretched her eyebrows.

Fu Wenyao couldn't hold back a light kiss on her forehead, and murmured, "Squeamish."

Having said that, he still worked hard to rub his little wife's belly with his hands.

It wasn't until his wrist became sore that he withdrew his hand and fell asleep holding his little wife.

When Gu Xiaoman woke up, it was already bright outside.

She touched her phone and checked the time, thinking that today is the weekend, she turned over with the quilt in her arms.

After a busy week, it was rare for her to sleep late, so she planned to wake up later.

Habitually rubbing against the quilt, rubbing his nose against the embroidery, he sneezed uncomfortably.

Gu Xiaoman touched his nose subconsciously, then screamed in panic, threw off the quilt and rushed to the bathroom.

"what!"

Seeing her own long and pointed nose in the mirror, her face was pale and her brow was sweating anxiously.

Gu Xiaoman looked at the deformed nose in the mirror in disbelief, and pinched it hard.

The sharp pain rushed straight to her forehead, she burst into tears from the pain, and almost passed out from the pain.

"Xiao Man, are you in there?"

Fu Wenyao's cold voice rang out along with the knock on the door. Gu Xiaoman locked the door with quick eyes and hands, and squatted on the ground in panic.

She reached out to cover her nose, but her nose was too long to cover it at all.

"Mummy, what's the matter with you? Come out quickly."

Xiaoyi's voice came from outside the door, and Gu Xiaoman became even more anxious. She looked around in the bathroom in a panic, saw the sharp blade of the eyebrow trimmer, and picked up the eyebrow trimmer crying.

WooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooShe's turned into a monster woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!

Xiaoyi and Fu Wenyao will definitely despise her!

Maybe, Xiaoyi will still be afraid of her and don't want her to be his mother anymore.