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

Fu Wenyao leaned against the wall with one hand in his pocket, listening to the conversation between one big and one small inside the door, a hint of warmth appeared in his usually cold eyes.

His little wife is so pure and kind that she deserves the best things in the world.

Fast forward to Friday.

The room was pitch-black. On the big bed, the girl was buried in the man's arms and was sound asleep. Her long black and smooth hair was scattered on the white pillow, looking gorgeous and charming.

The alarm clock on the table suddenly rang, Gu Xiaoman frowned and rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms, stretched out his white and tender arms from under the quilt, fumbled for the mobile phone on the table, and pressed the alarm clock.

In a daze, she wanted to hug the pillow in her arms, but her arms were empty.

Gu Xiaoman closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to touch the side. When she touched something with her fingertips, she was overjoyed and grabbed it with her little hand, wanting to hug it into her arms.

The touch under the fingertips was firm and elastic, and Gu Xiaoman poked and poked suspiciously, a little addicted.

and many more?

This touch...why is it so like...

Gu Xiaoman suddenly woke up with a jerk, opened his eyes and looked in the direction of the fingers, and the smooth six-pack abs came into view.

She subconsciously poked on it again, swallowing silently.

Damn, do you still have such a good dream?
This figure is too good, a little...greedy...

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and his small hands were soft and tender, igniting fires around his waist and abdomen, making him feel hot all over, and the owner of the one hand didn't know anything, and his fingertips were like kitten's claws, plucking around his waist and abdomen.

Seeing that the little wife's actions continued, he was afraid that he would really catch fire, Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, and his thin lips parted lightly.

"satisfied?"

A deep and magnetic voice came from above his head, Gu Xiaoman nodded in a daze, very honestly.

"Satisfied, satisfied, very satisfied."

After she finished speaking, she suddenly thought of something, her bright eyes widened, she raised her head, saw the playfulness in Fu Wenyao's eyes, her eyes widened even wider, and her face turned red all at once.

His hand seemed to be scalded, and he withdrew it, his fingertips curled up shyly.

Realizing that he just touched Fu Wenyao's abdominal muscles like a hooligan, he expressed his satisfaction frankly.

Gu Xiaoman's shy person looked like a cooked shrimp, wishing he could dig a hole and bury himself on the spot.

What's going on, isn't Fu Wenyao already out of bed when he wakes up?

What's up today...

Gu Xiaoman leaned back in panic, his eyes drifted, and he didn't dare to look at the man again.

Fu Wenyao's hand was resting on her waist, and with her movement, the lower bodies of the two of them fit together tightly.

A hot and hard feeling came from the thigh instantly, and Gu Xiaoman's head was thumped, and he froze in place as if struck by lightning.

She was so ashamed that her whole body was on fire, and she couldn't help but move her thighs, wanting to escape.

The sweet fragrance from the little wife rushed straight into her nostrils. Because of her movements, the silk blouse around her waist slipped, and Fu Wenyao was caught off guard by touching the smooth and delicate skin around her waist.

The little wife struggled indiscriminately, her white and tender feet scrambled randomly on his calf, Fu Wenyao's eyes were dark and turbulent, and the black vortex was stained with lust.

His Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he patted his little wife's waist with a generous palm.

"do not move."

The man's voice was low and hoarse, as if whispering in his ears, Gu Xiaoman's heartbeat was instantly out of rhythm, and his white earlobes were so red that they were about to bleed.

Her whole body was stiff and she didn't dare to move any more, she stammered in a small voice: "You, you, you..."

The little wife is very shy, and you haven't figured out why after you've been there for a long time.

Fu Wenyao hooked his thin lips, and gently kissed the little wife on the top of her head, before letting go of the little wife who was so shy that she was about to curl herself up.

As soon as he was released, Gu Xiaoman immediately turned around and hugged the quilt, breathed lightly, pricked up his ears and listened nervously to the movement behind him, like a trembling little rabbit.

The hem of her clothes fell apart due to the struggle, revealing a large area of ​​white, tender and smooth skin around her waist.

Fu Wenyao's deep eyes were deeply shrunk on his little wife's small and delicate waist, and after a long while, he looked away and got out of bed.

Hearing the rustling noise, Gu Xiaoman's body relaxed, pulled the quilt quietly, and rolled himself up, revealing only a pair of big eyes that were still full of shame.

Seeing the little wife's actions, Fu Wenyao's eyes were full of smiles, so cute by her cute actions, he couldn't help but leaned over and kissed the little wife's forehead lightly.

"It's getting late, come and help me in the kitchen after washing up, huh?"

Gu Xiaoman's crow-feather eyelashes trembled in a panic, his face was so red that he nodded slightly, and a muffled "hmm" came out from under the quilt.

Fu Wenyao rubbed her soft hair, then let her go, turned and left the bedroom.

After the door closed, Gu Xiaoman let out a long sigh of relief, rolled around on the bed twice, and couldn't help shouting a few words silently.

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!

God!What did she do!
It took a long time for her to calm down and get out of bed with flushed cheeks to wash.

When she got to the kitchen, Fu Wenyao had already fried the eggs, the bread machine had already baked the bread, and the milk pan on the stove was gurgling and steaming.

The man was wearing an apron and was putting fried eggs on the plate when he heard the sound and turned his head.

"Xiao Xiao, take the bread out."

The shyness in Gu Xiaoman's heart has not yet been turned over, his eyes are erratic and he dare not look at him, he took the plate and walked out.

Fu Wenyao hooked his thin lips, put down the plate, turned off the fire, and poured out the gurgling milk in the milk pot.

Gu Xiaoman put away the plate and came in, and Fu Wenyao just poured the milk. Gu Xiaoman reached out to get the two cups of hot milk, but before his hand touched the glass, Fu Wenyao grabbed his wrist.

"What, what's wrong?"

Gu Xiaoman looked at Fu Wenyao in astonishment, his curled eyelashes flickering wildly.

Fu Wenyao took the plate with fried eggs lying next to her and put it in her hand, his dark eyes were full of tenderness.

"The milk is hot, serve this."

"Oh, oh, good."

Fu Wenyao's eyes were very deep, like two small vortexes, full of affection, Gu Xiaoman was almost lost in his dark eyes, and nodded in a daze.

Carrying the plate out of the kitchen, Gu Xiaoman put his hands on his cheeks that were about to burn, feeling that Fu Wenyao was unexpectedly clingy today.

After she accidentally dropped the bowl last time, Fu Wenyao ordered her not to enter the kitchen.

Not only did she not prepare breakfast in advance for the first time today, she even asked her to help make breakfast, which is too weird.

However, she quite liked helping Fu Wenyao.

When my mother was still there, she also liked to ask her to do some trivial things. She liked to help her in the kitchen while watching her mother make super delicious dishes with ease.