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

"What, what?"

Gu Xiaoman's earlobes turned red, her body trembled, she turned her head away from Fu Wenyao's hand, and muttered, "Who is jealous?"

The little wife's white ears were extremely red, and her delicate face was also flushed with blush. There seemed to be bright stars hidden in her bright eyes, she was very pretty and lovely.

Fu Wenyao couldn't help reaching out and pinching her face, a faint smile appeared in his eyes.

"He also said he wasn't jealous."

"Don't pinch my face."

Gu Xiaoman turned his head and glared at him, like a little kitten waving its paws, with fierce breasts.

Fu Wenyao pressed his generous palm on the back of her head, forcing his little wife to look at him.

His voice was low and hoarse, coaxing, "Don't be angry, huh?"

Gu Xiaoman looked straight at Fu Wenyao's little self reflected in Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, feeling a sense of grievance in his heart.

Obviously he only has himself in his eyes at the moment, why can't he also have only himself in his heart?

As soon as this idea appeared, Gu Xiaoman was startled by his own thoughts.

She broke free from the shackles of the man, stood up and walked out in a panic.

"I still have work to do, so I'm going to work in the study first. I have too much work, so I probably don't have time for dinner. Just in time, you and Ms. Ding can have a romantic candlelight dinner together, so don't waste those arrangements."

Fu Wenyao took her hand and frowned disapprovingly.

"Skipping dinner is bad for your health."

He got up, put his arms around the slender waist of the little wife, let go of her hand, clasped her chin, and forced the little wife to look up.

"You watch a movie first, I'll make it for you, and have dinner in half an hour, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman was still immersed in the shock that she had become possessive of Fu Wenyao. Hearing this, she curled up her hands hanging by her side, wanting to refuse, to prevent herself from indulging in Fu Wenyao's pampering.

However, as soon as the words came out, it turned into a faint "um".

With a smile in his eyes, Fu Wenyao rubbed her soft hair, pulled her to place her on the sofa, forked an apple and stuffed it into her hand.

"Eat some apples first, and wait patiently."

Gu Xiaoman stared at Fu Wenyao in a daze, holding the fruit fork in his hand with a complicated expression.

Fu Wenyao rolled up his sleeves as he walked, but before he reached the kitchen, the kitchen door was suddenly pulled open from the inside.

Ding Chuchu ran out of the kitchen with tears all over her face, and threw herself into Fu Wenyao's arms with red eyes, hugging Fu Wenyao's waist tightly.

"Woooo... Brother Wen Yao, woooooooooooo..."

Gu Xiaoman looked coldly at the two people who were hugging each other at the dining table, clutching the fruit fork tightly, his knuckles turning white.

Fu Wenyao frowned and pushed Ding Chuchu away, and glanced up and down at her indifferently.

"What's wrong? Where is the injury?"

"No, it's not."

Ding Chuchu burst into tears, looked up at Fu Wenyao with tears in his eyes, and said weakly and flustered: "Brother Wenyao, the hospital just called, Mama Zhang, Mama Zhang was taken to the hospital for rescue..."

Fu Wenyao's eyes sank, he pulled a tissue and handed it to her.

"With the doctor here, everything will be fine."

Ding Chuchu wiped away tears, choked up and said: "Brother Wen Yao, I didn't drive here, can you take me to the hospital? I'm so scared..."

Fu Wenyao frowned, his deep eyes were deep and cold.

He looked back at the sofa, his little wife was watching TV with her back turned to him, and she couldn't see the expression on her face.

Seeing Fu Wenyao's silence, Ding Chuchu glared at Gu Xiaoman who was on the sofa, clenched his hands tightly, and closed his eyes to hide the viciousness in his eyes.

"Brother Wen Yao, you, are you worried that sister Xiaoman will be sad?"

She wiped away her tears and showed Fu Wenyao a smile uglier than crying.

"It's okay, you can stay with Sister Xiaoman, I can do it by myself, I will take a taxi by myself."

She cried while talking, picked up her mobile phone and clicked on the taxi-hailing app, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

Gu Xiaoman stared straight at the TV, his eyes were not focused at all.

Ding Chuchu's pretentiously weak weeping came from behind her, she curled her lips coldly, her face was full of mockery and sarcasm.

Ding Chuchu is really good at wanting to retreat and switch in, very good at showing fragility, and very good at arousing people's desire to protect.

Ding Chuchu was crying so hard, Mr. Fu's heart may have been broken.

Gu Xiaoman closed his eyes, looked at the tulips in the glass vase on the coffee table, and at the apple slices on the plate, and threw the fruit fork on the table in annoyance.

"I send you."

Fu Wenyao's deep and magnetic voice rang out, like a thunderclap exploding in Gu Xiaoman's ears.

Gu Xiaoman stared straight at the TV, his ears buzzing.

I guessed that Fu Wenyao would go tomorrow morning, why, my heart hurts so much.

Her heart seemed to be pulled out of her chest by a pair of invisible hands. The pain made her frown, and she subconsciously reached out to cover her heart.

The top of his head was gently rubbed, and Fu Wenyao's deep and hoarse voice sounded from above his head.

"Xiao Xiao, remember to have dinner, I'll be back in a while."

Then came Ding Chuchu's sobbing voice, "Sister Xiaoman, I'll borrow Brother Wen Yao for a while, it's all my fault, don't be angry with Brother Wen Yao. When Mama Zhang is fine, I will definitely come to apologize. "

Gu Xiaoman felt pain and anger in her heart, she suppressed the surging pain in her heart, and turned her head to show Ding Chuchu a faint smile.

"What did Ding Chuchu say, the patient is important, don't waste time, go quickly."

As she spoke, her eyes fell on Fu Wenyao who was changing shoes, and the hand hanging by her side clenched and then loosened, loosened and clenched again, and finally couldn't help but speak softly.

"Mr. Fu."

Fu Wenyao took the car keys, and raised his eyes to look at Gu Xiaoman upon hearing this.

Gu Xiaoman looked deeply at Fu Wenyao, tracing his face inch by inch, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Be careful on the road, don't rush back."

The little wife was sitting on the sofa, her skin was white and glowing, her black hair was hanging behind her ears, making her face even whiter, like shining white jade.

There was a smile on the corner of the little wife's mouth, but there were no stars in those bright eyes, which were dark and deep, containing complex emotions that he couldn't see through.

Fu Wenyao pursed his lips, the lip line was tight, he couldn't help striding towards his little wife, and in Ding Chuchu's astonished eyes, he leaned over and kissed his little wife's forehead.

Gu Xiaoman took a deep breath of the man's cool and pleasant smell, moved his fingers, raised his hand to grab the man's sleeve like before, raised his hand in the air and froze suddenly, curled up and retracted his hand.

"Okay, let's go, remember to send me a message when you get to the hospital."

Gu Xiaoman suppressed the reluctance in his heart, and stretched out his hand cruelly to push him away.