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

"Where's the box?"

Fu Wenyao carried the small box, walked around Gu Xiaoman into the room, sat down at the table, and put down the small box in his hand.

The door and the window formed a convective flow, and a chill hit, Gu Xiaoman wrapped his shawl tightly and closed the door.

"What did you mention? In fact, you can just give me the contact number of the master. The box is not big. I don't work overtime these days. I will take it to work tomorrow. I can go to the master after get off work..."

As she spoke, she poured herself a cup of hot water and held the cup to warm her cold fingertips.

Turning around, I saw Fu Wenyao opened the box he brought, and slowly placed the tools inside on the table one by one.

The metal tools were neatly arranged in two rows, and the distance between each was exactly the same, as strict as a military parade.

Gu Xiaoman inexplicably had a bad thought in her heart, she swallowed to suppress her shock, and sat down opposite Fu Wenyao, her bright eyes widened.

"You, you can still pick the lock?"

Fu Wenyao took out the glasses from the small box and put them on, then put on the gloves slowly, then looked up and down the small lock on the box with a serious face.

"Weird?"

Gu Xiaoman: "..." This is not only strange, it is simply too strange!

How can anyone have a complete set of lockpicking tools at home?

Gu Xiaoman rested his elbows on the table, propped his chin with both hands, and looked at the tools on the table in a leisurely manner.

Seeing that there was actually a small cutting machine in the box, she twitched the corner of her mouth, and looked at Fu Wenyao with complicated eyes.

"I said, you shouldn't, the dream is actually to be a master lockpicker, right?"

After imagining the scene where Fu Wenyao got off work and hid in the room, earnestly unlocking the lock, Gu Xiaoman burst out laughing.

What's with the silly cuteness?

Hearing this, Fu Wenyao didn't lift his eyelids, and focused on operating in the keyhole with the wire, his face was serious, and the line of his lips was tight.

"That's not true, it's just that the door was often locked before, so I went to learn how to unlock it."

"How is it possible." Gu Xiaoman retorted with disbelief: "Who dares to lock your door? Besides, isn't this entire villa yours?"

She obviously didn't believe it, but Fu Wenyao didn't explain anymore, put the wire back to its original position, took the cross patch next to it and continued to straighten it.

Seeing that the position of the wire was exactly the same as before, Gu Xiaoman: "..." This man's obsessive-compulsive disorder is really hopeless!
Fu Wenyao looked serious and focused as if he was doing a chemical experiment.

Gu Xiaoman propped his chin looking bored, picked up the gadgets on the table and began to study.

Her hands are much smaller than Fu Wenyao's, but the tools are still a bit small in her hands.

Gu Xiaoman looked at Fu Wenyao's hand suspiciously after looking at the small tool that was only the size of a slap in his palm.

Only then did she realize that the tool was obviously not the right size for Fu Wenyao, so that all his five fingers were tightly grasping the tool, trying so hard to prevent it from falling that his fingertips turned white.

Gu Xiaoman rubbed the tool in his hand and fell into deep thought.

Could it be that someone really dared to lock Fu Wenyao's door?
Fu Wenyao is now the person in charge of the Fu family, and it is rumored that Fu Wenyao is a cold-blooded and ruthless master.

Those who offended Fu Wenyao almost never ended well.

She couldn't imagine that such a person would have the guts to lock his door.

Unless, at that time, Fu Wenyao had not yet become the person in charge of the Fu family, nor had he taken over the Fu family.

The pointed end of the gadget poked into the palm, and Gu Xiaoman gasped with a "hiss".

"what happened?"

Fu Wenyao put down the tools and locks in his hand, and grabbed her hand.

Seeing the little red spot on his palm, he frowned, pulled Gu Xiaoman's hand to his mouth, and blew gently.

The scorching breath sprayed on the palm, Gu Xiaoman's face turned red up to the neck, the palm seemed to be scalded, curled his fingers and pulled back his hand.

"No, it's okay, I just accidentally got poked."

Gu Xiaoman's heart was pounding, he lowered his eyes and did not dare to look at the man's face, his hands under the table were tightly clenched into fists, his crow-feather-like eyelashes were trembling non-stop.

Fu Wenyao gently rubbed her hair, then took the cloud pillow from the stool next to her and stuffed it into Gu Xiaoman's arms.

"These things are too sharp, don't touch them."

After finishing speaking, he put all the tools that were not needed into the box, picked up the box and put it on the stool next to him, and then picked up the work and continued to work on the keyhole.

Gu Xiaoman put the pillow on the table, lay on the pillow and looked at the untouchable box on the opposite stool, his heart seemed to be soaked in a canned fruit, bubbling sweetly.

She seemed to have discovered another advantage of Fu Wenyao.

This man speaks coldly, but his heart is thinner than a girl's.The breath is hot, and the things he does are also heart-warming.

With nothing to play with, Gu Xiaoman lay on the pillow boredly looking at the man who was earnestly opening the lock.

The hair on his forehead fell down because he kept his head down, covering his sharp browbones. His usually deep and cold eyes were hidden behind the lenses. The warm yellow light cast a layer of warm color on his nasal bone and chin, making him look abnormal. the warmth.

His expression was focused, his hands kept moving, elegant and dignified, like a researcher in a laboratory.

Seriously, Fu Wenyao is really handsome!Poking her so much!
Under the impact of the beauty, the deer in Gu Xiaoman's heart seemed to have discovered a clear stream in the forest, and rushed towards it alive and kicking.

The crimson color that had just faded once again stained her fair cheeks, spreading all the way down.

Her face was so hot that she was afraid that Fu Wenyao would find out, so she buried her head in the pillow in embarrassment.

From the corner of the eye, he caught sight of the red tips of his little wife's ears, Fu Wenyao's deep eyes sank, and the corners of his lips curled up almost imperceptibly.

After more than ten minutes, he took off his glasses and tapped his knuckles lightly on the table.

"All right."

He didn't see any response from his little wife for a while, he bent down funny, and whispered in his little wife's ear: "Xiaoxiao, it's done."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman suddenly raised his head, his forehead bumped into something, and there was a soft and moist touch.

Gu Xiaoman's head was pounding, his heart was pounding, and he froze in place.

She could feel the man's warm breath on her forehead, her bright eyes widened in shock, and her crow-like eyelashes fluttered wildly like the wings of a butterfly.

In the next second, Gu Xiaoman came back to his senses, clenched his palms tightly, pinched his nails hard on his palms before waking up, leaned back quickly, and covered his forehead with a blushing face.

Fu Wenyao looked down at her, the little wife's white face seemed to be dyed with a layer of clouds, the end of her eyes was wet, and her clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, making her look watery.

"The lock can be unlocked."

Fu Wenyao's voice came faintly, inexplicably hoarse.

"Oh, good."

Gu Xiaoman swallowed, and looked at the box in a panic.