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

Just as he was drawing to a critical point, the pen in Gu Xiaoman's hand paused for a second, and then quickly began to brush and paint on the paper.

Without even raising her head, she hurriedly said perfunctorily, "Wait a minute, I'll be fine soon, I'll be fine soon."

After the words fell, he concentrated on painting on the sketchbook.

Fu Wenyao's brows were tightly furrowed, his face was frosty.His deep eyes looked coldly at the little wife who was writing vigorously, and her thin lips were pursed into a straight line.

He walked around the table in low pressure and walked to Gu Xiaoman's side, holding the bag still hanging on his little wife's arm and moving forward.

Gu Xiaoman took advantage of the situation and withdrew his hand from the handle of the bag, without even saying thank you, his heart and eyes were full of his subordinates' notebooks.

The bag was heavier than Fu Wenyao imagined, and he didn't know if the little wife was a robot, but she didn't feel any pain in her arm after hanging it for so long.

Putting the bag on the table casually, Fu Wenyao folded his arms around his chest and looked at the sketchbook in his little wife's hand.

The buildings in the book have begun to take shape. The Daiwa and Matouqiang buildings are surrounded by mountains, and the roofs of the stilted buildings stick out in the forest. The large terrace is closer to nature.

Just the mountains, waters, and forests on the paper, the tip of the nose seems to smell the fresh air in the forest, and there are birds landing on the railing of the terrace, which is agile and natural, which makes people yearn for.

The resort architecture designed by Little Wife is smart and artistic, perfectly integrated in the natural scenery of mountains, forests, and lakes, as if architecture and nature are integral and inseparable.

It has been a long time since Fu Wenyao saw such agile brushwork and such a unique and brilliant design style.

He frowned slightly, and there was a hint of appreciation in his deep eyes.

The little wife is far better than he imagined!

His little wife, how many bright spots are there that he hasn't discovered yet?

The phone vibrated a few times, Fu Wenyao glanced at the message, went to the desk not far away, turned on the computer, and started processing the email from Tao Yan.

He crossed his long legs, put on a bluetooth headset and entered the remote meeting room, and looked coldly at the people on the screen.

As soon as Bai Yujie entered the meeting room, he met Fu Wenyao Senhan's eyes and shivered, sitting up straight like a quail.

The meeting lasted for almost two hours. Fu Wenyao spoke very little, switching between Spanish, French, Russian, Japanese, and English in turn.

When Fu Wenyao finished the meeting and closed the computer, Gu Xiaoman was still holding his sketchbook and brushing away, as if he had no idea that there was another person in the room.

Fu Wenyao glanced at the time on the watch, his brows were frowned, and the line of his lips was tight, but he didn't make a sound to disturb Gu Xiaoman.

He walked to the table and glanced at the paintings scattered on the table, and spent half an hour busy with his little wife in the study before returning to the room with a sigh.

With a sullen handsome face, the man was kneading and kneading the dough in the kitchen. After pulling out the slender noodles, he washed his hands slowly, walked back to the study with long legs, and sat down on the single sofa.

Another half an hour passed, and the tip of the pitch-black pen wrote the last stroke on the sketchbook. Gu Xiaoman picked up the paper scattered on the table and looked at it carefully, and curled his lips in satisfaction.

After putting down the pen, she belatedly felt the pain in her shoulders, arms and hands.

Carefully putting away the paper, Gu Xiaoman saw the cup next to him, subconsciously picked it up and wanted to drink it.

"lay down."

Fu Wenyao's cold voice suddenly sounded, Gu Xiaoman was startled, his bright eyes widened, he subconsciously put down the cup in his hand, and looked up at the source of the sound.

The man was sitting on a black single sofa, with his long legs crossed, holding a financial magazine in his slender hand, his gaze was as cold as ever.

Gu Xiaoman swallowed, and said dryly: "Why are you here?"

Fu Wenyao's face suddenly darkened, his deep eyes locked on Gu Xiaoman's body tightly, without saying a word.

His gaze was too deep and sharp, Gu Xiaoman sat back awkwardly, rubbing his fingers unconsciously on the table.

"What, what's wrong?"

Fu Wenyao looked at her quietly, his thin lips parted slightly: "Three hours, four 10 minutes."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman blinked suspiciously, and looked at Fu Wenyao without knowing why, wondering why Fu Wenyao was so angry?
Could it be that he didn't promise him to come back before blaming himself?
Gu Xiaoman pursed his mouth, and his happy mood just now fell down instantly.

She is so tired, hurt and hungry now, Fu Wenyao still wants to be angry with her, obviously Fu Wenyao wanted her to come back before!
She is not even allowed to drink milk now!
Siyu is right, men are stinky pigs!

Wait, milk?She remembered that she didn't bring milk.

Gu Xiaoman looked down at the milk cup in his hand, saw the fruit next to the cup, and suddenly remembered that Fu Wenyao seemed to have been here.

She seems to have replied to Fu Wenyao's words, what is it?

Could it be that she asked Fu Wenyao to wait for her? !

That's why Fu Wenyao said "three hours and forty minutes" out of nowhere.

Three hours and forty minutes? !
Gu Xiaoman was so startled that she raised her hand to check the time, but as soon as she moved her arm, it immediately ached so badly, she wrinkled her face and let out a "hiss".

A black shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, and the next second, his arms were held by a pair of slender and generous hands.

"You..." Aren't you sitting on the sofa?
Gu Xiaoman looked at the expressionless, cold and noble Fu Wenyao in astonishment, his eyes were full of guilt.

She subconsciously softened her voice, "Mr. Fu, I'm sorry to keep you waiting for a long time. I was just drawing to the key point, but... I lost track of time. Don't be angry with me, okay?"

"Ah! It hurts, hurts, hurts."

His arm was pinched by Fu Wenyao like a massage, Gu Xiaoman screamed in pain, seriously suspecting that Fu Wenyao did it on purpose.

She wanted to pull back her arm, but Fu Wenyao's hand was very strong, she couldn't struggle, she looked up at Fu Wenyao aggrieved, softly begging for mercy, hoping that Fu Wenyao would show mercy and let her go.

"Mr. Fu, hiss, it hurts, it hurts. It really hurts, take it easy, hiss, take it easy."

Fu Wenyao's expression was dull, as if he hadn't heard her soft begging for mercy at all, he was deserted, but the strength in his hand was much lighter.

The early pain passed, and the place Fu Wenyao pinched left only soreness and swelling. Gu Xiaoman blinked, and physiological tears rolled down from the eye sockets like pearls.

The little wife looked up at her delicate little face, her curly and long eyelashes were wet and wet, and the eyelashes at the end of her eyes were drooping pitifully because of the heavy staining of tears, as if being bullied The little rabbit who passed by was wronged and pitiful.

Fu Wenyao paused for a moment, then lightened his strength a bit.

"Cuckoo cuckoo..."

The sound of a hungry stomach sounded, and Gu Xiaoman covered his unsatisfactory stomach, the tips of his ears hidden in his hair were red, he lowered his face, his eyes wandered and he did not dare to look at Fu Wenyao.