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

The little man immediately covered his eyes with his little hands, and said with a smile, "Ah, I didn't see anything."

As she spoke, she opened her fingers and peeked quietly with her probe.

Gu Xiaoman was startled, his teeth moved subconsciously, and he bit Fu Wenyao's lips.

"hiss……"

Fu Wenyao took a breath, and instantly tasted the sweet smell of blood.

Gu Xiaoman pushed him away in a panic, and saw the blood-oozing wound on the corner of Fu Wenyao's mouth, and quickly pulled a piece of paper to wipe the blood on him.

"I, I didn't mean to..."

The little wife lowered her eyes and frowned slightly with remorse.

Fu Wenyao picked up the bank card on the sofa, raised his eyebrows and looked at her, "This is, hand in your salary?"

Seeing that the corners of his mouth were no longer bleeding, Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, and said naturally: "Well, you are not going to cook at home... No, aren't you responsible for three meals a day? The money for grocery shopping comes from here. "

As she said that, she couldn't help emphasizing: "This is all my savings, about 200 million, and my monthly salary will also be transferred to this card, so save some money."

The little wife spoke cautiously, her tone full of worry.

Fu Wenyao put the card back into her hand pretending to be angry, "Since it's so important, you should keep it yourself."

"No, no, no, I believe in you, you will definitely be able to save more money than me."

Gu Xiaoman quickly stuffed the card into Fu Wenyao's shirt pocket, afraid that Fu Wenyao would return the card again, so he quickly sat back.

A person like Fu Wenyao, who is naturally suitable to be a king, is willing to condescend to cook for her and Xiaoyi. If he tells it, no one will believe it.

Since Mr. Fu has sacrificed so much, the financial power of the family must be in the hands of Mr. Fu.

Otherwise, she would have passed in her heart.

Xiao Yi climbed from Fu Wenyao's lap and sat down between the two of them, his big eyes widening.

"Ah, isn't Daddy going to give Mommy pocket money in the future?"

The little man raised his face with doubts on his face, "Then, is Mommy just being strict with her husband?"

Gu Xiaoman was so teased by her that she burst out laughing, pinched her little face amusedly, "Where did you see this?"

Xiao Yi shook his calf, and said in a childlike voice, "The kid in the kindergarten said, that his daddy secretly hid pocket money in the interlayer of his schoolbag."

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Mr. Fu probably won't give her pocket money, right?
No, what a mess.

Gu Xiaoman stretched out his hand to hug Xiaoyi into his arms, suddenly remembered something, slapped his head, and looked at Fu Wenyao.

"Sir, we, it seems, haven't bought a car yet, how are you going to send Xiaoyi to school tomorrow?"

Two people, one big and one small, looked at Fu Wenyao with clear eyes. Fu Wenyao's heart softened so much that his thin lips curled slightly.

"You choose the car you want to buy, and let the 4S store deliver it."

"Can you still do this?"

Gu Xiaoman took the ipad from the coffee table, raced against time and began to look at the car.

Xiao Yi rubbed against Gu Xiaoman's arms, stared at the corner of Fu Wenyao's mouth with big eyes without blinking, and asked in doubt, "Daddy, why is the corner of your mouth broken?"

Gu Xiaoman's face turned red all at once, and he licked his lips subconsciously, keeping his ears shut and only looking at his iPad.

Fu Wenyao glanced at the little wife who was pretending to be deaf and dumb with a smile, and pinched the little man's face.

"Little clever ghost."

The little man giggled and stuck out his tongue mischievously.

Fu Wenyao glanced at the time, got up and went to the restaurant to open the refrigerator.

The refrigerator was empty, clean as if it had just been shipped from the factory.

Fu Wenyao looked helplessly at his little wife on the sofa who was frowning at the iPad, "Xiao Xiao, Xiao Yi, what do we want to eat tonight, we still have to buy groceries."

Hearing this sentence, Gu Xiaoman raised his head from the iPad, saw the empty refrigerator, and said embarrassedly: "I can do it, I'm not picky."

Xiao Yi nestled in Gu Xiaoman's arms, looking at Fu Wenyao with bright eyes.

"Will Daddy cook for us?"

Fu Wenyao returned to the sofa and sat down, nodded slightly, "Yes."

"Wow." Xiaoyi clapped his hands in amazement, crawled into Fu Wenyao's arms, and blinked suspiciously, "Then we're not going back to Bishuiwan?"

Fu Wenyao rubbed her soft hair, his voice was low and soft, mixed with a trace of tenderness.

"From now on, just the three of us will live together, okay?"

"Okay!" Xiao Xiao nodded, kicked her legs excitedly, and began to order with her fingers.

"Then I want to eat tonight, sweet and sour pork ribs, squirrel mandarin fish and Fujiqiao smoked duck."

Mommy likes squirrel mandarin fish, daddy likes Fuji Bridge smoked duck, and Xiaoyi likes sweet and sour pork ribs. After ordering the three favorite dishes, Xiaoyi swallowed and looked at Fu Wenyao expectantly.

The big wet eyes were shining, looking forward to and worshiping, no one could refuse such eyes.

Fu Wenyao's black eyes froze for a moment, so fast that the elder and the younger didn't notice, he tapped the forehead of the younger one lightly, and responded lightly.

"it is good."

Gu Xiaoman, who was dazed while watching the car on the side, suddenly raised his head when he heard Fu Wenyao's affirmative answer, and gave a look of admiration for a scumbag looking at a god of learning.

Fu Wenyao is so good that he is not like ordinary people, he can even cook such complicated dishes!

No wonder I took the initiative to take over the important task of cooking before. It turns out that I have superb cooking skills and a well-thought-out plan.

I don't know if Fu Wenyao's cooking skills are better than the chefs in the old house.

Gu Xiaoman sucked his saliva, and immediately looked forward to the dinner.

She held the ipad and rubbed it next to Fu Wenyao with bright eyes, clicked on the official website of organic vegetables that she had chosen abroad before, and handed it to Fu Wenyao.

"Not only do they have organic vegetables, but the delivery is also fast. If you place an order now, it will be delivered within an hour."

Fu Wenyao took the iPad under the expectant and excited eyes of his little wife, and casually added dairy products, vegetables, meat and various fruits to the shopping cart.

Primary one is still young, it is time to grow the body, nutrition should be balanced.

The little wife is also a little thin and needs to make up for it.

A large student and a small student, two scumbags, watched with great interest as the god of learning placed an order, as if they had foreseen the delicious dishes, they all drooled.

The corner of Fu Wenyao's mouth twitched, he paid, and said calmly: "It's not suitable to eat too much meat for dinner. Tonight's dinner is noodle soup."

"Okay." The little man wrinkled his nose and reminded Fu Wenyao, "Then, Daddy remember to make me sweet and sour pork tomorrow."

He only ate squirrel mandarin fish at noon, Gu Xiaoman didn't have much regrets, he nodded his head and said yes.

Whoever cooks is the biggest, she doesn't cook anything, so naturally the chef eats whatever he cooks.

Seeing that the two of them had no objections, Fu Wenyao heaved a sigh of relief almost invisible, and silently took out his mobile phone to contact the master chef who learned to cook before.