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

Hearing the footsteps coming from the door, Gu Xiaoman's ears turned red, and he tapped the carpet embarrassingly with his toes.

"Crack", the door opened, Ye Siyu raised her eyebrows and looked at the interlocking hands of the two.

"came back."

"Ah."

Gu Xiaoman's face turned red instantly, and he blinked guiltyly, not daring to meet Ye Siyu's eyes.

After entering the door, Gu Xiaoman opened the shoe cabinet and took out the slippers, only to belatedly remember that Fu Wenyao had no shoes to change.

She pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Mr. Fu, why don't you go back first..."

Before she finished speaking, she felt the man holding her hand suddenly, Gu Xiaoman raised her eyes and saw the fragility in Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, and she couldn't say anything when she reached her mouth.

Fu Wenyao was really worried and scared because she almost had an accident. At this moment, like a clingy kitten, it seemed that he had to see her to feel at ease.

Facing such Fu Wenyao who actively showed weakness, Gu Xiaoman couldn't say anything to drive him home.

Ye Siyu really couldn't stand the sticky atmosphere between the two of them, and when he thought of someone who was lying on the sofa and refused to leave, he rolled his eyes in disgust.

"There are slippers in the shoe cabinet, new and unworn."

After finishing speaking, she turned around and walked towards the living room, out of sight.

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman looked down at the shoe cabinet, and sure enough, she saw a pair of gray men's slippers next to her slippers, with the tag still on them.

She took out the slippers suspiciously and waved her hands.

"Mr. Fu, if you're like this, I can't cut the tags on your shoes for you."

Fu Wenyao closed the door of the shoe cabinet without letting go of her hand.

"Where are the scissors?"

Gu Xiaoman pointed to the drawer at Fu Wenyao's hand, holding the slippers and watching Fu Wenyao helplessly opened the drawer and took out scissors to cut off the tag.

She can see that Fu Wenyao is now a child who can't live without people.

After changing his shoes, Gu Xiaoman led Fu Wenyao into the living room, and unexpectedly saw Lu Xiuwen on the sofa, with his long legs crossed, picking up oranges.

Ye Siyu kept changing the channel with the remote control, with an irritable expression on her face.

Hearing footsteps, she threw down the remote control and looked at Lu Xiuwen coldly.

"I'm back, can I go to the kitchen to cook?"

Hearing this, Lu Xiuwen's face remained unchanged, he still carefully picked the orange in his hand with downcast eyes, and carefully tore off the white tangerine veins on the orange.

"Don't you want to eat oranges?"

Gu Xiaoman looked at Lu Xiuwen, then looked back at Fu Wenyao, twitched the corners of his mouth, put down his bag, and led Fu Wenyao to the bathroom to wash his hands.

After entering the bathroom, Gu Xiaoman closed the door and looked at Fu Wenyao seriously.

"Mr. Fu, the house is very safe. There are no outsiders, and I won't be hurt. We can't hold hands like this all the time. It's inconvenient to do anything."

Fu Wenyao looked down at the hands held by the two, and said solemnly: "Xiao Xiao, will you go back with me tonight?"

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, but did not answer Fu Wenyao's words.

Although he knew that Ding Chuchu was only Fu Wenyao's younger sister in the car, the boredom in Gu Xiaoman's heart did not disappear, but made him even more uncomfortable.

Ding Chuchu obviously didn't regard Fu Wenyao as his elder brother, and he didn't even know where to find her phone number, so he called and cursed arrogantly.

There is a blood relationship between Ding Chuchu and Fu Wenyao. She has been Fu Wenyao's sister all her life, and Fu Wenyao is obviously very conniving towards Ding Chuchu.

If she was with Fu Wenyao, she would have to face Ding Chuchu, the arrogant and domineering sister of Mr. Fu for the rest of her life.

Just thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman felt a little suffocated.

What's more, Ding Chuchu still has obvious hostility towards Xiaoyi.

She still needs time to think about whether she should seriously consider being with Mr. Fu, and also needs time to plan for the future.

Even though Mr. Fu, who is fragile and restless tonight, made her feel bad, but Gu Xiaoman didn't want to go back with Fu Wenyao just like this.

Otherwise, they will still be unhappy because of Ding Chuchu's affairs in the future.

"I still have some things to say to Siyu, I'm afraid I can't do it today."

The little wife refused very tactfully, Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, but he didn't force her.

He looked down at the hands of the two people whose fingers were intertwined, and his voice was low and soft.

"Ah."

With a simple word, Gu Xiaoman could hear the deep grievance and uneasiness, his heart trembled, and he almost blurted out his promise to Fu Wenyao.

Fortunately, she was still sane, and she was not dazzled by the man's fragile and restless appearance.

She turned on the faucet, put the hands she was holding under the hot water, and blinked helplessly at Fu Wenyao.

"Mr. Fu, you should let go, or you won't be able to wash your hands."

The ending sound was very long, the little wife's eyes were bright, her voice was delicate and soft, and she shook her hands coquettishly.

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and finally spread his palm.

Gu Xiaoman withdrew his hand, took Fu Wenyao's broad palm and put it under the automatic hand sanitizer, dense bubbles fell on his palm.

Gu Xiaoman is like a gentle and patient teacher in the kindergarten, meticulously washing the hands of Fu Wenyao's children.

The little wife's hand was as white and delicate as suet, walking softly and bonelessly in his hand.

The little wife was very white all over, like white jade shining through, and when put together with his hands, it was obviously two shades, which made the little wife's hands whiter.

Gu Xiaoman carefully washed Fu Wenyao's hands, not even sparing between his fingers.

But Fu Wenyao only felt the torment. The pink and tender fingertips of his little wife were like fire, which ignited the skin wherever he walked. The fire burned all the way to the limbs and bones.

He was tense all over, but he was reluctant to let his little wife let go.

Rinsing away the bubbles on Fu Wenyao's hands with water, Gu Xiaoman pulled a soft cotton towel to wipe off the water stains on his hands, then took Fu Wenyao's other hand, and patted his tightly clenched fist .

"release."

Fu Wenyao's deep eyes flickered, and he tugged on the collar of the sweater with his freshly washed hands, and slowly let go of his tightly clenched fists.

After carefully washing Fu Wenyao's hands, Gu Xiaoman washed his hands slowly.

After washing her hands, she picked up the hand cream next to her and squeezed out some on the back of Fu Wenyao's hand.

The faint scent of freesia immediately wafted into the bathroom, Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyes, rubbing hand cream on the back of Fu Wenyao's hand with his lazy hands.

The weak and boneless little hand slid across the back of the hand tenderly, seemingly touching Fu Wenyao's anger all over his body.

Just as the little wife's finger was inserted into his fingertips, Fu Wenyao suddenly raised his hand and pressed it on Gu Xiaoman's shoulder, with a deep and hoarse voice.

"I will do it myself."

"okay."

Gu Xiaoman let go of his hand, and squeezed some hand cream on the back of his other hand. Before she could finish applying it, Fu Wenyao had already applied it, and stretched out his hand to open the door.