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

Although Fu Wenyao firmly stated that he would give up the position of Fu's president, he did not waver even under the threat of the old lady to sever the relationship with the Fu family.

However, Gu Xiaoman was very disturbed in his heart.

Fu Wenyao is not a person who shows his emotions. From now on, let alone see through Fu Wenyao, even Gu Xiaoman sometimes can't understand Fu Wenyao's emotions.

In fact, she has always had a knot in her heart.

The disparity between her and Fu Wenyao's life experience is too great, if Fu Wenyao really wants to take Xiaoyi away, she is powerless.

So after knowing that Xiaoyi is Fu Wenyao's biological daughter, I kept holding a rock in my heart uneasy, for fear that one day Fu Wenyao would regret it and take Xiaoyi away again.

There is only such a piece of crescent moon meat on a fish, which is very precious and small, and it was smashed to pieces unconsciously by the little wife.

The little wife's face was obviously disturbed, and her pink lips were unconsciously pursed.

Fu Wenyao's eyes sank, and he sandwiched a piece of ribs for her.

"Don't you and Xiaoyi love me?"

"How is it possible!" Xiao Yi raised his head from the bowl, his mouth glistening, turned around and smacked on Fu Wenyao's face: "Daddy, Xiao Yi loves you so much!"

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yi blinked slyly, and said with a smile: "Mommy loves Daddy too, right, Mommy."

The little man looked at Gu Xiaoman with big eyes without blinking, and waited for her answer seriously.

Gu Xiaoman blushed at what she said, but he couldn't answer her question.

She does like Fu Wenyao now, but she just likes it, and it is far from the level of love.

With Shao Yuxing's scumbag ex, she has lost some trust in love, and it is difficult for her to overcome the barrier in her heart and love someone wholeheartedly.

Moreover, she doesn't know if Fu Wenyao also... likes her.

Why bother embarrassing each other?

The car had been refitted, and there was a lot of space inside, but no one spoke, and the atmosphere instantly became very dull.

Gu Xiaoman closed his eyes, pulled a tissue to wipe Xiaoyi's mouth, and took the initiative to break the awkward atmosphere.

"What did Mommy tell you before, you have to eat slowly. You are a girl, you have to be reserved and gentle, you know?"

"Yeah, got it, Mommy."

Xiaoyi obediently asked Gu Xiaoman to wipe her mouth, and pointed to the lotus root folder on the plate.

"Mommy, I want to eat lotus root clips."

Gu Xiaoman took a lotus root clip and put it in her bowl, and heaved a sigh of relief as if he had escaped disaster.

Fu Wenyao's cold voice suddenly sounded, "Grandma is not my grandma alone, but you and Xiaoyi only belong to me, and they will be with me for the rest of my life."

Different from the cold tone in the past, Fu Wenyao's voice was deep and unexpectedly gentle.

Gu Xiaoman was startled, subconsciously looked at Fu Wenyao, and met his eyes.

His deep eyes were as bottomless as the boundless sea of ​​stars, and he looked at her tenderly.

The little wife's bright eyes reflected her little self, and a sweet smile gradually appeared in her eyes. Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, and he leaned over to get closer to her.

The handsome and flawless cheeks kept enlarging in front of his eyes, Gu Xiaoman opened his eyes wide, his heart jumped up uncontrollably, and he forgot to react for a while.

Fu Wenyao's face was getting closer and closer, Gu Xiaoman could almost feel the hot air sprayed from his breath, the fingers on the table curled up, and the curled eyelashes trembled.

The little wife's clear eyes were wide open, her eyelashes fluttered, like a butterfly about to fly, like a deer in the forest.

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled, and he gently pulled the hair around her ears back, moved forward slightly, and moved closer to her ear, lowering his voice.

"You and Xiaoyi love me so much, why should I regret it?"

The man was very close, and the cool and pleasant aura on his body was like an invisible cover, surrounding Gu Xiaoman tightly.

Gu Xiaoman's ears were so red that he was about to bleed, he turned his head and muttered: "Who loves you."

She was so flustered that she forgot that Fu Wenyao's lips were almost touching her ear.

Following her movement, there was a warm and moist touch on the earlobe instantly.

She froze, the red glow spread from her face to her neck, and she backed away in a panic.

Afraid to look at Fu Wenyao again, Gu Xiaoman picked up the bowl, picked up something casually, and stuffed it into his mouth.

Noticing Gu Xiaoman's movements, Xiaoyi anxiously reminded her.

"Oh, Mommy, that's celery! Isn't celery your least favorite food?"

Unfortunately, she spoke too slowly, Gu Xiaoman had already stuffed the dish into his mouth and took a bite.

The taste of celery spread in his mouth in an instant, Gu Xiaoman woke up completely, his face wrinkled into a ball.

"Spit it out."

Passing a piece of paper in front of him, Gu Xiaoman unbearably spit the celery onto the paper.

He picked up the soup bowl and drank two mouthfuls of chicken soup before suppressing the strange taste in his mouth.

Seeing Fu Wenyao wrapping the celery in a paper towel and throwing it into the trash can naturally, Gu Xiaoman was startled, and the tips of his ears moved in embarrassment.

Isn't Mr. Fu a clean freak?Why are you still holding paper towels with paper?

She spit out the bitten celery in Mr. Fu's hand, but Mr. Fu is not angry?

Glancing quietly at the man with normal eyes, Gu Xiaoman swallowed nervously, picked up the chopsticks, and began to eat seriously with his eyes, nose, nose, nose, and heart.

The temperature in the car was suitable, Xiao Yi shook his legs, and fell asleep not long after eating.

Gu Xiaoman leaned back on the chair, listening to her breathing, and gradually fell asleep.

Fu Wenyao took out a blanket from the box and covered one big and one small, his dark eyes were full of tenderness.

The phone on the table suddenly buzzed, Gu Xiaoman frowned, and shrank his head into the blanket.

Fu Wenyao quickly connected the phone and put on the bluetooth headset with a sullen face.

Bai Yujie's cheerful voice came from the earphones.

"Brother Fu! Are you finally willing to give up on the Fu family? Then I'll be on vacation tomorrow. My dad just bought an island two days ago. I'm going to fly there for a few days."

Seeing that his little wife was almost buried in the blanket, Fu Wenyao pulled the blanket, parted his thin lips, and whispered: "Wechat text chat."

As soon as he hung up the phone, his right shoulder sank, and his little wife's head rested on his shoulder.

It seemed uncomfortable, the little wife rubbed against his shoulder, found a comfortable position, and fell asleep again satisfied.

Fu Wenyao switched the phone to his left hand and clicked on WeChat.

Bai Yujie had already sent more than 30 messages in a row. Just as Fu Wenyao clicked in, a few more messages popped up in the dialog box.

To put it bluntly: [Brother Fu, wait for me to take the lead first, if it's fun, we can find a time to do a small team building! 】

To put it bluntly: [Brother Fu, what time are you coming tomorrow? 】

To put it bluntly: [Otherwise I will not go directly tomorrow, the video conference was just finished yesterday, and we have nothing to talk about. 】