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

In fact, it has already been chosen.

However, after Gu Xiaoman changed two sets of clothes for Xiaoyi, he fell in love with the live-action version of the dress-up game.

This feeling of dressing up my daughter with my own hands is simply unsatisfactory and I can't stop.

When she was abroad before, she was busy making money, so she rarely had time to take Xiaoyi shopping and buy clothes for her.

I have a lot of time back home, but I haven’t tried it yet. There are so many clothes and so many styles for Xiao Yi to choose from.

When choosing clothes for Xiaotuanzi, changing clothes, and taking pictures, she understood Fu Wenyao's mentality of building such a whole wardrobe.

However, when I thought that I was the one who wanted to try on those clothes, the little happiness disappeared suddenly.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman put down the little Lolita skirt in his hand, and picked up the little red dress that he had been looking forward to in the morning from the clothes he had chosen earlier.

"I've chosen, let's take this one, does Xiaoyi like it?"

Finally getting rid of the fear of being changed, the little man nestled in Fu Wenyao's arms, nodding his head.

"I like it, and I like this set the most. Mommy and I really have a good understanding."

Gu Xiaoman's eyebrows and eyes were frowned by her words, and he couldn't help but bend down and kiss her small face.

"Did I steal a cake at night, my mouth is so sweet."

Xiao Yi shrank into Fu Wenyao's arms with a smile, and looked at Gu Xiaoman with a smirk with his big eyes blinking.

"Daddy, I have chosen my clothes, let's go and choose clothes for Mommy."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman's smile froze at the corner of his mouth, his shoulders slumped, and he followed them to the dress area wearily.

Seeing the little wife's reaction, Fu Wenyao squeezed Xiaoyi's face in a funny way, and lowered his voice to warn Xiaotuanzi.

"Don't bully your mommy for a while."

Xiao Yi stuck out her tongue, and said in a childish voice, "I won't bully Mommy, but Daddy, you should pay more attention. This wardrobe is your attention, with sinister intentions."

Fu Wenyao squinted his eyes and said lightly, "Don't worry."

Xiao Yi pursed her lips in disbelief, and muttered in a low voice, "Zhenxiang will never be late."

As soon as Gu Xiaoman reached the dress area, he was pushed into the cloakroom by L.

"You are back, try on the dress I specially selected for you."

Gu Xiaoman stood in the cloakroom, looked at the dress hanging on the hanger, sighed silently, and began to try on the dress resignedly.

After changing her dress, she opened the door and walked out.

Fu Wenyao was sitting on the sofa flipping through the album of new products brought by L, and looked up at the sound.

The little wife was wearing a pink waist-pinch dress, her slender neck and fair shoulders were exposed, and a few strands of maroon hair hung down from her delicate collarbone.Her waist is appallingly slender, and she doesn't seem to have ever given birth to a child at all. She is smart and playful like a little girl who has just graduated.

It's rare to see the young wife's youthful appearance, Fu Wenyao's dark eyes quickly flashed a trace of surprise, and looked at L lightly.

"Too revealing."

L turned his head to look at Gu Xiaoman's long legs that were covered tightly, and looked at Fu Wenyao with a question mark on his face.

Only the shoulders and arms are exposed, is it too revealing?
Dare I ask, what year are you a zombie?

Fu Wenyao got up, walked around in front of the hanger, and picked out a Lolita dress.

L: "???" What the hell?Wear this to a party?

L looked Fu Wenyao up and down in disbelief, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

When did Fu Wenyao's taste become like this?

Impossible, didn't you just select the one with the best design from the new product brochure at a glance?
Gu Xiaoman's eyelids twitched as he looked at this familiar enlarged Lolita dress.

Xiaoyi sat on the sofa, dangling her calf, and said in a childlike voice: "Mum, I like this one too, can Mommy wear it for me to see?"

Facing the little man's big eyes full of expectation, Gu Xiaoman took a deep breath, held back his shame, took the skirt from Fu Wenyao's hand, and quickly entered the fitting room.

The way of heaven is good for reincarnation, who will the heaven forgive!
Blame her for being too excited just now, forgetting that Xiao Yi is a little guy who holds grudges.

But, how could Fu Wenyao be so wicked!
Gritting his teeth, he complained bitterly about Fu Wenyao in his heart, Gu Xiaoman changed his skirt resignedly, looked at himself with some young teeth in the mirror, blushed again and again, gritted his teeth and left the cloakroom.

The three people outside the fitting room looked over in unison when they heard the sound, their eyes were all amazed.

White lace long sleeves wrapped the girl's slender and graceful shoulders and neck, and her skin became fairer under the wine red skirt. The legs exposed under the layers of tutu skirts were straight, slender, white and smooth.

Gu Xiaoman is taller than the average girl, but she is surprisingly harmonious in the Lolita skirt, and she has a sense of glamour, like a rose carefully cared for by the little prince, which is astonishingly beautiful.

Even L, who is a designer, has to admit that Fu Wenyao is really good at choosing clothes for Gu Xiaoman.

Glancing quietly at Fu Wenyao who was still looking at Gu Xiaoman, L sneakily took out his phone and tapped on the camera to take a picture.

Suddenly there was a man's light coughing sound from behind him, L was startled, and hurried to the phone, his eyes lit up, and he had a knocked expression on his face.

After Gu Xiaoman came out of the cloakroom, his eyes wandered, and he didn't dare to look at Fu Wenyao.

Hearing a light cough, she thought it was Fu Wenyao who didn't like her wearing it like this, she was relieved and at the same time slightly disappointed.

Noticing Gu Xiaoman's expression, Xiao Yi poked Fu Wenyao bitterly, and rushed over to hug Gu Xiaoman's leg.

"Mummy looks so pretty in this dress, and Daddy has a good eye."

Gu Xiaoman rubbed her head with a smile, glanced at Fu Wenyao calmly, and looked at L questioningly.

"I don't think this one is suitable for the banquet the day after tomorrow, what do you think?"

"Yes, yes, it's really not suitable, let's try this one."

L picked up the dress that he had chosen earlier and handed it over, "Actually, the most important thing is which one you like. I brought all kinds of dresses here today, and you can try them all."

Gu Xiaoman: "..." It doesn't have to be like this.

Before Gu Xiaoman finished trying on the clothes, L answered the phone and left in a hurry. The burden of choosing the dress fell directly on Fu Wenyao.

Catching the flash of light in Fu Wenyao's eyes, Gu Xiaoman's eyelids twitched, with an inexplicably bad premonition.

Sure enough, Fu Wenyao tried almost twenty pieces in a row, but Fu Wenyao couldn't choose a suitable one.

In the end, Gu Xiaoman was already numb, and every time he came out, Fu Wenyao had to take a photo, in the pretense of sending it to L for viewing.

Staring blankly at Fu Wenyao, who was still excitedly choosing clothes, Gu Xiaoman collapsed on the sofa, hugging Xiao Yi weakly.

"Mummy is wrong, I shouldn't have let you try so many things just now."

Xiao Yi smiled and kissed her, leaned into her ear, and said softly, "Mummy, are you tired? Then pretend to sleep, I won't tell Daddy."