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

The floor heating was turned on in the house, Fu Wenyao took off his suit jacket and put it on the sofa, sat down on the sofa, and waved to Xiao Yi.

"Do you want to watch TV?"

"Okay, okay." Xiao Yi ran to the side of Fu Wenyao with short legs, climbed onto the sofa and sat down, and said in a childish voice, "Daddy, I want to see Ponyo."

"it is good."

The man was obviously avoiding the topic, Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, and looked helplessly at the man on the sofa.

Fu Wenyao crossed his long legs, leaning lazily on the sofa, his whole body was powerful, elegant and dignified.

It seemed that what was sitting under him was not an ordinary sofa, but a high throne.

The living room is limited in size, the sofa and the coffee table are very close together, and Fu Wenyao's long legs are bent awkwardly.

Gu Xiaoman suddenly felt a sense of guilt, and hurried forward to push the small coffee table to the balcony.

No wonder Ding Chuchu was so emotional in the old house, Fu Wenyao was born to be the king of the world, let him live in such a small house, it is really wronged him.

While one big and one small were watching TV on the sofa, Gu Xiaoman took out the bought things and put them in the corresponding positions one by one to see if there was anything to add.

After putting away the things, Gu Xiaoman held the ipad and resignedly thought about the things Fu Wenyao might need in his daily life.

She can tell that Fu Wenyao is a master who does not eat fireworks.

Wouldn't it be very troublesome if you suddenly find something missing when you need to use it temporarily.

Just thinking about it, Xiaoyi's soft voice sounded in his ear, "Mum, come and see, Ponyo has become a human!"

Gu Xiaoman took the iPad and sat down next to Xiaoyi, smiled and rubbed her head.

Xiao Yi hugged the little bear with a focused expression, "Yes, Ponyo is so cute."

Gu Xiaoman poked Fu Wenyao with his hand, and passed the iPad from behind.

"Mr. Fu, what else do you usually use? It just so happened that someone brought it from Bishuiwan."

After glancing at the table with clear categories on the screen, down to the level of razors, Fu Wenyao's cold eyes flashed with warmth, and he took the iPad.

"Well, if you and Xiaoyi need anything, let Uncle Jiang bring it here."

Yuting Garden and Bishui Bay are a bit far away, and it takes more than an hour to drive from Bishui Bay, not to mention that it takes time to pack things.

Uncle Jiang delivered something, I'm afraid it will be after dinner.

After confirming the things, Gu Xiaoman remembered that the dinner for the three of them hadn't been settled yet.

She is a killer in the kitchen. Although Fu Wenyao can cook, she has only seen Fu Wenyao cook noodles, so she doesn't know anything else.

Besides, even if Fu Wenyao really knows how to cook, it is impossible for her to let Fu Wenyao be in charge of three meals a day for the three of them.

No matter how daring she was, she would not dare to let Mr. Fu be the husband of the house.

The most urgent thing is to find an aunt who cooks.

Gu Xiaoman immediately thought of Mrs. Zhang in Bishuiwan. Mrs. Zhang's cooking skills are really good, and she is very appetizing to Gu Xiaoman and Xiaoyi.

Thinking of this, she got up, changed to sit next to Fu Wenyao, and poked the man who was watching TV seriously.

"Mr. Fu, is Mrs. Zhang hired by you, or did she come from the old house?"

Fu Wenyao looked sideways, "Do you want to recruit Mrs. Zhang?"

"That's right." Gu Xiaoman pulled a pillow and hugged her in his arms, frowning with worry, "I don't know how to cook, we need to find a cooking aunt."

Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows, and under the expectant eyes of his little wife, he said calmly: "Sister Zhang's price is not cheap."

Gu Xiaoman calculated the savings in his mind, and nodded proudly, "It doesn't matter, as long as you can get people here, you can pay as much as you want."

Fu Wenyao's eyes sank, his thin lips parted slightly, and he spit out four words: "Open source and reduce expenditure."

Gu Xiaoman: "..." There is no need to be so frugal.

Choked by Fu Wenyao, Gu Xiaoman twisted his fingers and argued: "People are like iron and steel, and Xiaoyi is growing up. It is time to supplement nutrition. Finding a good chef is a necessary expense."

The little wife was determined to dig the corner of Bishuiwan, Fu Wenyao's lip line was tense, so he recommended himself.

"This money can be saved, and I will do the cooking."

"Ah?" Gu Xiaoman's heart skipped a beat, and he waved his hands again and again, "How can I do that? How can I let you cook all three meals a day? Wouldn't that be home cooking..."

Fu Wenyao raised his thin lips, leaned close to her, and whispered in her ear.

"I'm a vagrant now, and I'll rely on you to support my family in the future."

A deep and magnetic voice sounded from her ears, almost a whisper, Gu Xiaoman could only feel his warm breath spraying on her earlobe and neck, her heartbeat was completely out of rhythm, and she just wanted to hide.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you cook from now on."

Gu Xiaoman backed away again and again, repeatedly satisfying Mr. Fu's suggestion of eating soft food.

With his back against the edge of the sofa, there was no way to retreat, Gu Xiaoman swallowed his saliva, got up abruptly and went back to the room.

Fu Wenyao sat on the sofa, staring at the back of his little wife with dark eyes, and his thin lips were tight with regret.

Just a little bit, just a little bit close to kissing.

His lips seemed to feel the softness and moistness of his little wife's lips again. Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, his Adam's apple rolled, and he frowned and pulled at his tie, unbuttoning his neckline.

Footsteps sounded, and the little wife hurried over kicking her slippers, sat down beside him, and handed him the things in her hand.

"Well, here it is for you."

Since Mr. Fu is going to be the husband of the house, the salary card should naturally be given to Mr. Fu.

Gu Xiaoman pinched the bank card, the tips of his ears were blushing.

Fu Wenyao glanced down at the thin bank card in the girl's hand, his eyes were dark, his thin lips were slightly hooked, and a deep and joyful laugh overflowed.

My heart felt soft and itchy as if it had been poked by the tail of a little milk cat.

Fu Wenyao shook his head with a broken smile, and murmured like a sigh: "Little..."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman raised his eyes, his face was full of tension.

As soon as she raised her head, her lips were suddenly covered with a warm and moist touch. She opened her eyes wide in shock, and her crow-feather eyelashes trembled in a panic.

Fu Wenyao took a deep look at her, and said vaguely against her lips: "Good boy, close your eyes."

Gu Xiaoman closed his eyes in a daze, raised his head and obediently endured the sudden kiss.

It was pitch black in front of his eyes, and his senses were magnified infinitely. Gu Xiaoman tightened his fingers holding the bank card tightly, and his pink fingertips were faintly white.

The back of her hand was suddenly covered with scorching heat, and the calloused fingertips gently rubbed the back of her hand, Gu Xiaoman's hand trembled so much that he could hardly hold the bank card.

The gentle and tender kiss was like the deep sea wrapping Gu Xiaoman tightly, she almost drowned in it.

Ponyo and Zongjie lived happily together. When the TV ended, Xiao turned around and saw Fu Wenyao hugging Gu Xiaoman sideways. The two of them didn't know what they were doing.