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

Gu Xiaoman said firmly, but Fu Wenyao felt distressed for a while.

His little wife, who is so radiant, should be pampered like a little princess.At this moment, she is so worried about gains and losses, and has no sense of security. In order to protect Xiao Yi, she has put on armor even though her eyelashes are still stained with tears.

How could he not be tempted by such a little wife!

Fu Wenyao let out a deep sigh from his throat, clasped his little wife's waist and hugged her into his arms, stroking her soft and smooth curly hair with the palm of his hand.

"Hey, don't cry."

Gu Xiaoman rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms aggrievedly, and after a long while, he finally recovered his emotions, and shoved him away embarrassedly.

"Xiaoyi is still waiting for us to eat."

After saying this, she turned and opened the door, and walked to the dining table.

Fu Wenyao followed her with deep eyes, thinking about what to do to make the little wife feel more secure.

Half of the knots were untied temporarily, Gu Xiaoman relaxed a lot, and then he savored the delicious dinner on the table.

The sweet and sour pork ribs and squirrel mandarin fish are both sweet and sour. The pork ribs are delicious. The squirrel mandarin fish is crispy on the outside but tender on the inside.

Gu Xiaoman held the chopsticks and ate without raising his head.

Seeing that she liked it, the corners of Fu Wenyao's mouth curled up.

It seems that the craftsman of the master has not regressed.

After dinner, Gu Xiaoman put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher, took a bath for Xiao Yi, and after coaxing Zai Zai to sleep, he went to the study next door with his computer full of energy.

Now that you have decided to make money seriously and try to catch up with Mr. Fu, you have to take action.

As long as she wins Mingde's design competition this time, she will have a lot of income, which can be used to buy stocks.

Gu Xiaoman was full of energy, and started to draw sketches as soon as she entered the study. When she put down the mouse, she realized that it was already 12:30 in the morning.

She stretched, put the computer directly in the study, and went back to the room with a yawn.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Fu Wenyao sitting on the sofa, wearing a bluetooth headset, uttering a series of fluent French from his thin lips.

Hearing the sound, Fu Wenyao turned his head and looked over, still communicating in French with the person on the other side of the screen.

Gu Xiaoman gestured to him to continue, walked to the dining table and poured a glass of warm water, holding the water glass and looking at Fu Wenyao who was sitting on the sofa.

There was very little space between the sofa and the coffee table, and the man's long legs were at a loss as to what to do, and they bent up in aggrieved way.

Because the position of the coffee table was too low, Fu Wenyao put the computer on his long legs, looking very pitiful.

Gu Xiaoman took a sip of water, thinking about adding another desk to the study.

Although she really hoped that Fu Wenyao could continue to be a house husband, if Fu Wenyao really became a house husband, wouldn't all his talents be wasted, it would be a waste of money.

The reason why she didn't mention work was because she wanted Fu Wenyao to take this opportunity to take a good rest.

After all, for Fu's sake, Fu Wenyao almost never slept before twelve o'clock at night.If this goes on, how can the body bear it?

After a glass of water came down, the people on the sofa had already switched six languages ​​in turn. Gu Xiaoman didn't know what was going on, and was so stimulated that his heart ached, so he went back to the bedroom with the glass.

Out of sight is pure.

After entering the bedroom, Gu Xiaoman took a change of clothes and went into the bathroom.

As the warm water flowed down his head, Gu Xiaoman let out a low sigh, reassuring himself not to compare himself with a pervert like Fu Wenyao.

After taking a shower, she habitually reached for the bath towel on the shelf next to her, but her hand was empty.

Gu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, looked up at the empty shelf where bath towels were supposed to be placed, his delicate little face was full of bewilderment.

Where are the bath towels? !

There was a heating rack in the bathroom, and she kept her towels hanging on the rack so she could use them toasty warm after the shower.

Now, the towels on the shelf were gone.

Gu Xiaoman was dripping water all over his body, standing in the bathroom at a loss, pinching the space between his eyebrows, not knowing what to do for a moment.

Fu Wenyao might still be in the video conference, even if he had the cheek to call Fu Wenyao, Fu Wenyao might not be able to hear him.

There was a change of clothes, but she was so wet that she couldn't just put them on.

Do you want to go out naked?
However, the bedroom door was not locked, if Fu Wenyao came in suddenly, wouldn't it be...

Thinking of this, Gu Xiao blushed all over his face, and his whole body turned red, like a ripe peach, sweet juice would flow out when poked.

"Knock knock knock..."

The door of the bathroom was knocked suddenly, Gu Xiaoman was startled, and said, "Why, what's the matter?"

"Xiao Xiao, I put the bath towel on the stool by the door for you."

A man's deep and magnetic voice came from outside the door, and Gu Xiaoman froze for a moment, curling up his nervous toes.

How did Fu Wenyao know that she didn't bring a bath towel?

She walked to the door suspiciously, pricking up her ears to carefully listen for the movement outside the door.

Fu Wenyao sat lazily on the sofa in the bedroom, his cold eyes fell on the bathroom door.

After a long while, the bathroom door was opened a crack, and a white arm with a pinkish look protruded from the inside. The white hand like jade scratched in the air, and finally touched the bath towel on the stool, grabbed the bath towel and shrank back. .

Like a rabbit in a cave, vigilant and cute.

The corners of Fu Wenyao's lips curled up, and a smile flashed across his eyes.

The mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and the call was from Tao Yan.

The smile faded from the deep eyes, as if frozen in an instant, filled with a sense of coldness.

Fu Wenyao answered the phone, took the phone and strode out the door.

"Sir, Fu Chengze dismissed quite a few people today, including ten of us."

Thinking that Fu Wenyao was outside the door, Gu Xiaoman became nervous for no reason, dried himself in a hurry, and changed into pajamas.

She carefully wrapped her wet hair with a bath towel, looked carefully in front of the mirror, and saw herself in the mirror with flushed cheeks and watery eyes, quickly took a handful of cold water and poured it on her face, trying to cool down down.

Wiping off the water on her face, she pursed her lips and opened the bathroom door, poked her head out cautiously, and looked around outside. Unexpectedly, she didn't see Fu Wenyao in the room, and she was relieved immediately.

The stool at the door had been removed, Gu Xiaoman relaxed and threw himself on the big bed, so sleepy that he could hardly keep his eyes open.

After touching the phone and confirming the alarm clock for tomorrow morning, she yawned a lot and put down the phone, thinking about drying her hair before falling asleep.

As soon as he turned around, he was so sleepy that he fell asleep.

When Fu Wenyao came back after answering the phone, he saw his little wife curled up on the quilt with her head wrapped in a towel.

He frowned, and quickly walked over to pull off the quilt, picked him up and put him under the quilt.

Unwrapping the bath towel on the little wife's head and touching her wet hair, Fu Wenyao sighed and took out the hair dryer from the drawer.