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

As if Fu Wenyao hadn't heard of it, he squeezed his little wife's arm calmly as usual, turned around and walked out of the study indifferently.

Gu Xiaoman finally had time to look at her watch, and when she saw 01:30 in the morning displayed on it, she was startled, carefully put the sketchbook in the drawer, picked up the cold milk, and stuffed a pill into her mouth. Strawberry hurriedly followed Fu Wenyao out of the study.

The sweet and sour taste of strawberries spread in the mouth, Gu Xiaoman became more and more hungry, and ate all the strawberries on the plate on the way back to the room.

Fu Wenyao walked away very quickly with his long legs without saying a word, Gu Xiaoman trotted behind him and entered the door, changing shoes in a panic.

When she thought that Fu Wenyao might have waited for her in the study for three hours and forty minutes, she felt very guilty.

Seeing Fu Wenyao enter the kitchen with a sullen face, Gu Xiaoman's eyes flashed doubts, he put the plate in his hand on the dining table, and walked to the kitchen door anxiously.

Just as she was about to enter the kitchen to apologize to Fu Wenyao, Fu Wenyao in the kitchen suddenly turned around and stretched out her long arms.

The kitchen door closed in front of his eyes with a "snap", and the blown wind blew the hair around Gu Xiaoman's ears back.

She clenched her hands, stared at the closed door, and pursed her lips helplessly.

She didn't know what Fu Wenyao was doing in the kitchen, and she didn't come out for a long time. Gu Xiaoman's shoulders and arms were so sore. She was tired from standing, so she walked to the dining table and sat down, staring at the kitchen with her chin propped up.

I was going to wait for Fu Wenyao to come out and apologize immediately.

After more than ten minutes, the closed kitchen door was finally opened from the inside, and Fu Wenyao walked out of the kitchen coldly with a bowl of noodles.

The scent wafted away in an instant, and Gu Xiaoman felt her stomach getting more and more hungry. She couldn't help sniffing, looked at the face in Fu Wenyao's hand, and swallowed.

It smells so good, maybe there are two soft-boiled eggs, I really want to eat...

However, Fu Wenyao was still angry with her, otherwise why would he only cook a bowl of noodles.

Gu Xiaoman twisted his fingers, feeling inexplicably wronged, pursed his mouth and looked at Fu Wenyao who was getting closer and closer.

The fragrant hot noodle was getting closer and closer, Gu Xiaoman was afraid that his worthless stomach would scream again in embarrassment, so he stood up with a bang, and turned his head to look at Fu Wenyao.

"Mr. Fu, I was in the study before..."

"Eat while it's hot."

Fu Wenyao glanced at her lightly, and put the bowl on the dining table in front of her.

Gu Xiaoman looked at the steaming noodles on the table with a complicated expression, swallowed, and pointed at himself in surprise.

"This is, cooked for me?"

Fu Wenyao pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, poured a cup of hot water, and took a sip in his hand.

Gu Xiaoman sat down stiffly, feeling even more guilty.

Mr. Fu is also great!

He was so angry with her that he even cooked noodles for her.

In this world, the only person who worried about her being hungry when she was angry with her was my mother.

She thought that after her mother passed away, no one in this world would love her like her mother.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Fu would cook noodles for her when he was angry with her.

Such a good Mr. Fu, if only he loves her too.

Gu Xiaoman's heart was sour and swollen, he blinked his wet eyes, picked up the chopsticks to pick up the soft-boiled egg in the bowl, and took a bite.

The tender and slightly moist egg yolk slipped into the mouth, and Gu Xiaoman squinted his eyes in satisfaction.

Swallowing the egg in her mouth, she looked at Fu Wenyao embarrassedly, "Mr. Fu, really..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Fu Wenyao, "Taste the noodles."

"Oh, good."

Gu Xiaoman obediently picked up his noodles.

As soon as she put it in her mouth, Fu Wenyao next to her said softly, "This is the most famous noodle in Xicheng. It symbolizes longevity. You have to eat it all the time."

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Then how can I apologize!
Gu Xiaoman bit his face in pain, feeling suffocated for a while.

She is the type of person with super mobility, and she solves problems immediately, and doesn't like to delay problems until the next day.

What's more, she still had something wrong in the first place.

What if she finishes this bowl of noodles and Mr. Fu goes to bed after taking a shower.

Then wouldn't she be able to apologize to Mr. Fu today? !
Afraid of what would happen, she was worrying, Fu Wenyao put down the cup in his hand, picked up the fruit bowl and milk cup on the table, and went into the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoman ate the noodles with a wrinkled face, and he followed Fu Wenyao from the corner of his eye, and even felt a little stinky.

While eating noodles, she raised her ears to pay attention to the movement in the kitchen. One minute later, Fu Wenyao came out of the kitchen, and a man's cold and deep voice sounded behind her.

"Remember to put the bowl in the dishwasher after eating."

"Well!"

Gu Xiaoman nodded vaguely, watched Fu Wenyao return to the bedroom, and sighed inwardly.

She struggled to finish a bowl of noodles, appease her empty stomach, kicked her slippers and put the bowls and chopsticks into the dishwasher with a drooping face, added dishwashing powder and pressed the start button, then washed her hands and went back to the room .

I didn't feel the joy of seeing the picture I finished drawing in the study room at all, and I was full of thoughts about how to apologize to Fu Wenyao.

Opening the door and seeing Fu Wenyao standing on the balcony with his back against her, who was obviously on the phone, Gu Xiaoman coughed twice nervously, sat down on the single sofa, and picked up a book casually.

Half an hour later, seeing that Fu Wenyao didn't intend to end the call, she frowned, sighed, took her clothes and went to the bathroom.

Let's take a shower first, maybe Fu Wenyao will finish the phone call after washing.

Thinking about things in his heart, he was afraid that Fu Wenyao would fall asleep after taking a shower, so Gu Xiaoman took a shower quickly.

When she got out of the bathroom, she saw Fu Wenyao half leaning on the bed reading a book, her eyes lit up, and she was about to speak.

Fu Wenyao suddenly raised his head from the book and looked at her faintly.

Gu Xiaoman paused, stood still in a panic, stumbled and said, "Why, what's wrong?"

The little wife had just taken a bath, her white jade-like skin was baked in hot water and turned pink and tender, like a peach blossom in full bloom in March, which made people unable to take their eyes off it.

Her clear and clear eyes blinked uneasily, flustered like a frightened bunny, soft and cute.

Fu Wenyao's hand holding the spine of the book suddenly tightened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and he said lightly, "Blow dry your hair."

"Okay, okay."

Gu Xiaoman went to blow-dry his hair in a dizzy state, after drying it, he hastily rubbed the essential oil on his hair and went to bed.

As soon as she sat on the bed, before she could speak, Fu Wenyao put down the book, turned off the desk lamp at hand, lay down and closed his eyes.

Watching the man's flowing movements, Gu Xiaoman opened his mouth, feeling overwhelmed, he lifted the quilt aggrievedly and lay down.

Fu Wenyao didn't stop talking to her, probably because of his anger, his tone and attitude were cooler than usual, but Gu Xiaoman was inexplicably flustered.

He couldn't get used to such a cold Fu Wenyao at all, obviously it wasn't like this before.