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

Looking at each other, Gu Xiaoman's mind buzzed, and the words "indirect kiss" came out inexplicably.

Thinking of the word "kiss", Gu Xiao blushed, involuntarily flashed the previous intimate clips in his mind, and shyly curled up his toes.

She coughed lightly, turned around and sat up straight, with her legs close together, her hands as white as jade on her knees, as obedient as she could be.

Little did he know that Gu Xiaoman was so shy that he was on the verge of burning up, and the little one crazily sold strawberries in a childish voice.

"Mommy, eat strawberries."

Looking past the red ears of his little wife, Fu Wenyao smiled, and took a box of strawberries from Xiaoyi's side and put them on Gu Xiaoman's lap.

"After washing, eat a little pad first."

"Hmm, okay, okay."

Gu Xiaoman staggered and answered, not daring to look at Fu Wenyao, holding strawberries in both hands so cutely.

The little wife's delicate face was blushing, as if it was covered with sunlight, and her exposed wrists and hands were extremely white, as if shining through.

But the fingertips are pink and tender, like the pink and tender paws of a kitten, one can't help pinching them.

As if sensing the man's scorching gaze, her fingertips curled up in shame, making her even more lovely.

Fu Wenyao's throat rolled, he frowned and tugged at his tie, then leaned over to Gu Xiaoman.

The familiar cold breath rushed into the nostrils, and Gu Xiaoman's whole body was stiff.

Fu, what does Mr. Fu want to do?
She held her breath subconsciously, her heart beating so fast that it seemed to jump out of her chest.

The pink fingertips tightly grasped the transparent box, and the crow-feather eyelashes trembled uneasily.

Seeing his little wife's uneasiness, Fu Wenyao's dark eyes dimmed, and he bent over to get closer and closer with the inexplicable intention of teasing her.

Warm breath rushed towards him, Gu Xiaoman blinked, opened his eyes wide and looked at the handsome cheek that was close at hand, and was directly hit by the beauty.

His eyes fell on Fu Wenyao's thin lips uncontrollably, and suddenly his mouth became dry and he couldn't help licking his lips.

His mind was blank, only the warm breath in front of his eyes remained, Gu Xiaoman didn't know what he was thinking, his curled eyelashes trembled, and he closed his eyes suddenly.

There seemed to be an undercurrent surging in Fu Wenyao's dark eyes, and he tried his best to hold back the thought of kissing her, and he couldn't control the force with his hand.

Accompanied by the man's low chuckle, there was a "click", and the seat belt was fastened.

Gu Xiaoman opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at Fu Wenyao in astonishment. His clear eyes were full of surprise, and he looked at Fu Wenyao without blinking.

The surprise in the little wife's eyes was too obvious, the corners of Fu Wenyao's lips curled up slightly, and with a smile in his eyes, he rubbed her soft hair.

"Xiaoyi is here, we will kiss again when we go home."

"!!! Who said we were going to kiss each other?"

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, retorted with a blushing face, clutched the box in his hand, and turned his head to look out the window.

The little wife was obviously becoming angry from embarrassment. Fu Wenyao sat back in his seat in a good mood, fastened his seat belt and started the car.

Gu Xiaoman's ears were so hot that they were about to burn, she pursed her lips, took out a strawberry from the box and stuffed it into her mouth.

The sweet and sour taste instantly occupied the taste buds, and Gu Xiaoman somehow thought of the strawberry that he kissed indirectly before, and the tips of his ears turned red again.

It wasn't until the car was parked in the underground parking garage of Yuting Garden that the blush on Gu Xiaoman's ears barely faded.

After opening the door and changing his shoes, Fu Wenyao asked the elder and younger to watch TV first, while he put on his apron and went into the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoman first went to the table to pour a glass of warm water, drank most of the glass of water, and found that Xiao Yi had already turned on the phone and tuned the channel, and was watching with great interest while hugging the little bear.

Gu Xiaoman strolled to the door of the kitchen with the cup in his hand.

Fu Wenyao took off his camel suit windbreaker, only wearing a white sweater and black suit pants, with a camel apron around his chest, and was chopping vegetables with a knife.

Seeing the potato shreds with the same size on the chopping board, Gu Xiaoman's eyes suddenly lit up with admiration from a scumbag looking at a god of learning, and couldn't help but stepped forward to observe carefully.

If she hadn't seen it with her own eyes, she would almost have thought that what Fu Wenyao was holding was not a knife, but a vegetable cutting machine.

This is too perverted, how can it be cut in exactly the same size?
As expected of Mr. Fu, even the round potatoes are so obedient in his hands.

Thinking back in country S, she wanted to make vinegar potato shreds for Xiaoyi. After peeling the skin with difficulty, she sliced ​​it thicker than a finger, so she had no choice but to change it into French fries.

In the end, because the temperature of the oil was not well controlled, it not only burned your hands, but also fried it black, so you had to waste the trash can.

Memories of the past are too dark in history, Gu Xiaoman covered his face, put down his glass, and looked at Fu Wenyao thirsty for knowledge.

"Mr. Fu, is there anything I can do to help?"

"Hungry?" Fu Wenyao put the shredded potatoes on the chopping board into a bowl filled with clear water, and looked back at her, "Will you warm up a cup of milk first? The food will be ready soon."

Gu Xiaoman waved his hand, "No, no, I'm not hungry yet."

She was really not hungry. Although the meals delivered by Fu Wenyao at noon were small, they had a lot of dishes.

She didn't eat much at first, but she was almost full by the end. She ate strawberries on the way back, and now she's not hungry at all.

Her expression didn't look like she was lying, Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows, "Do you really want to help?"

"Hmm uh uh uh."

Gu Xiaoman nodded like a chicken pecking rice, staring at the knife and potatoes on the chopping board with bright eyes, full of longing.

Fu Wenyao blocked the kitchen knife calmly, took a bowl from the bowl rack and handed it to her.

"Wash the dishes and serve the rice."

"Ok!"

Gu Xiaoman took the bowl, turned on the tap and started washing the dishes.

The water rushed through the bottom of the white bowl and fell into the sink, Gu Xiaoman looked at the white bowl and blinked suspiciously.

No, aren't the dishes all washed in the dishwasher?
Thinking of this, she wiped off the bowl, put it on the table casually, and turned to look for tools for scooping rice.

His hand accidentally swept across the table, as if he had touched something, and there was a sudden "bang" in his ear.

The white porcelain pieces scattered in all directions, Gu Xiaoman was startled, and subconsciously hid behind Fu Wenyao.

Fu Wenyao protected her, looking at the crumbled bowl on the ground, his clear eyes rarely showed surprise.

"I didn't do it on purpose, I just wanted to check in the cabinet to see where the rice scoop is."

Fu Wenyao glanced lightly at the tools hanging on the hook, twitched the corners of his mouth, and patted Gu Xiaoman's back reassuringly.

The voice was low and soft, coaxing gently: "There is a lot of oily smoke in the kitchen, you can go outside to accompany Xiao Yi first, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman's shoulders slumped, and he couldn't believe that he broke the bowl, so he nodded obediently, took the water glass he brought in before, and went to the sofa to find Zai Zai for comfort.