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

The little wife was sleeping soundly. Fu Wenyao leaned against the head of the bed, half-embraced the little wife, and turned on the smallest setting of the hair dryer.

The hair dryer hums.

The little wife unconsciously rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms, hugged his waist with her small hands, and the corners of her mouth curled up, showing no intention of waking up.

Fu Wenyao heaved a sigh of relief, ran his slender fingers through her hair, and gently blew her hair.

If Gu Xiaoman was awake, she would have blushed and struggled away, but she was sleeping soundly now, not only did she not escape, she even rubbed against the man's arms, her delicate little face was full of enjoyment.

Fu Wenyao became more and more proficient at blowing, and tapped his fingertips on the tip of his little wife's nose, and murmured softly, "Squeamish."

The hair that had just been blown was very fluffy, and his knuckle-bonded fingers threaded through Gu Xiaoman's hair thinly, helping her straighten her hair one by one.

Even the hair on the little wife's cheek was hooked behind the ear by the man.

The white and small ears poked out from behind the soft hair, and the earlobes were touched by the man's fingertips, trembling slightly, like a soft and delicious Xue Mei Niang.

Fu Wenyao squinted his eyes and his throat rolled.

Thinking that the little wife had dried her hair before and seemed to have applied some essential oils, Fu Wenyao carefully put away the hair dryer, took away the little wife's hand and turned over to get out of bed.

There was no heat source, Gu Xiaoman pouted dissatisfiedly, turned his back to Fu Wenyao as if angrily.

Seeing her unconsciously cute behavior, a smile appeared in Fu Wenyao's calm eyes.

When the cold eyes saw the bottles and jars on the dressing table, they were slightly astonished, and picked them up one by one to take a closer look at what they were.

Finally found hair care essential oil, Fu Wenyao imitated the action of his little wife before, pressed two pumps in the palm of his hand, rubbed it warm, and carefully applied it from the ends of the hair.

The high-end and pleasant smell of roses rushed into the nostrils. Fu Wenyao carefully applied pomade to the little wife's hair, and then worriedly covered the little wife with a quilt, then took the clothes and went to the bathroom to take a bath.

Gu Xiaoman rarely had a good night's sleep, and when he opened his eyes, the alarm clock just rang.

After turning off the alarm clock, Gu Xiaoman stretched and lifted the quilt to get out of bed as he did not see Fu Wenyao on the big bed.

When I bent over to put on my shoes, my hair slid down my cheeks, and the faint smell of roses lingered on the tip of my nose.

Gu Xiaoman touched his hair suspiciously, it was fluffy, soft and extremely smooth.

She clearly remembered that she seemed to have fallen asleep without drying her hair last night. Why did she wake up with essential oil on her hair?
Could it be that Fu Wenyao blew her hair and applied essential oil?

As soon as this thought appeared, she quickly shook her head in shock.

After getting along during this period of time, Mr. Fu is indeed very considerate and considerate, but Mr. Fu obviously knows nothing about cosmetics. How can he accurately find hair care essential oils from her bottles and jars.

Besides, how did Mr. Fu know that he should apply essential oil after blow-drying his hair?

It must be because I didn't sleep well in the middle of the night, and I was in a daze, right?

Uncertainly putting the credit on himself, Gu Xiaoman kicked on his slippers and went to the bathroom to wash up.

After washing up, Fu Wenyao had already prepared breakfast.

Seeing her come out, Fu Wenyao put the milk cup in front of her, "Are you awake?"

"Ah."

Gu Xiaoman was still a little uncomfortable with Fu Wenyao who lived at home like this, and was in a trance for a moment.

The little wife was sitting at the table, drinking milk obediently with a milk cup in both hands, her expression and demeanor were almost exactly the same as that of the little one.

Fu Wenyao's cold eyes were covered with a smile, "Next time I blow my hair before going to bed."

Gu Xiaoman was drinking milk, he was startled when he heard this, choked a sip of water into his trachea, and coughed violently.

Fu Wenyao quickly put down the egg in his hand, and patted her on the back lightly to give her a smooth flow.

Gu Xiaoman coughed for a long time, his eyes were red, and then he recovered, looked up at Fu Wenyao in shock.

"Last night, you blow-dried my hair?"

Fu Wenyao pinched her chin, carefully wiped off the milk stains on her mouth, and nodded casually.

"Well, otherwise, who do you think it is?"

The man's voice with a smile sounded from his ears, his deep eyes were deep and gentle, and he looked at Gu Xiaoman dotingly.

The tenderness and affection in his eyes were too obvious, Gu Xiaoman's heart trembled, his eyes drifted away, and he was flattered and said: "No, no one. Thank you."

Until the car was parked in the parking garage downstairs of the company, Gu Xiaoman was in a daze.

Fu Wenyao recently, isn't it a little too abnormal to be nice to her?

She can understand blowing her hair, but applying essential oil for her hair really doesn't match Fu Wenyao's cold and dignified appearance.

Those hands with sharp joints, but hands that can earn hundreds of millions every minute, are used to apply essential oils for her hair, isn't it a bit too violent?

The little wife's eyes were too hot, Fu Wenyao smiled slightly, and raised his hand to rub her soft hair.

"Come on up."

Gu Xiaoman suddenly woke up, blushed and nodded, opened the car door and went out.

Seeing his little wife walking towards the company with hands and feet, Fu Wenyao's cold eyes lit up with a smile.

Gu Xiaoman took two steps, then suddenly remembered something, turned around and walked towards the car.

Seeing his little wife walking back, Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows and lowered the car window.

"What's wrong, did something fall?"

Gu Xiaoman shook his head, looked at Fu Wenyao with clear eyes without blinking, and said softly: "Thank you for sending me to work, and pay attention to safety on the way back."

A look of astonishment flashed across Fu Wenyao's calm and quiet eyes, and then he laughed softly.

Gu Xiaoman suddenly felt a little regretful, he shouldn't have talked so much and ran back to say this sentence.

The tips of her ears were red, and before Fu Wenyao could answer, she turned around and walked towards the elevator.

His eyes fell on the red ear tips of his little wife, and Fu Wenyao looked at his little wife who had fled from the wilderness, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped from his eyes.

After entering the elevator, Gu Xiaoman pressed the floor, and seeing that Fu Wenyao's car hadn't left yet, he curled his lips and couldn't help but chuckle.

As soon as Gu Xiaoman got out of the elevator, the receptionist immediately greeted her with a smile.

"Hello Director."

"Good morning."

Gu Xiaoman nodded slightly, stepped on high heels and entered the gate.

Everyone in the office area had already started working. When they saw Gu Xiaoman, they greeted him one after another, and many people surrounded him with documents.

From the new requirements put forward by the partners, to the determination of the project plan, to the shooting of advertisements, and the implementation of the project...

Gu Xiaoman was stunned for two seconds, then quickly entered the working state, walked towards the office without changing his expression, casually answered the questions of the people next to him, and by the way corrected the grammar problems of the staff who were communicating with overseas customers.

When she walked to the office, the assistant was already holding a bunch of documents in her hands.

Gu Xiaoman took off his coat, handed it to the little assistant, and sat down on the office chair.

"What's going on today?"

The little assistant put the documents on the table, carefully hung her coat on the hanger, and said respectfully: "Mr. Du has ordered that the work of the planning department will be reported directly to you in the future, and you will report to him."