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

With the heater turned on in the caravan and the temperature was moderate, Gu Xiaoman forcibly moved away from Fu Wenyao's hormone-filled abdominal muscles, and pulled a small blanket next to him and carefully placed it between his waist and abdomen, covering the sexually tense abdominal muscles.

Because of her movements, the alcohol swab in Fu Wenyao's hand accidentally touched the wound on her neck, and there was a burning pain on her neck.

Gu Xiaoman gasped, the blush on his little face faded, and he was as pale as paper.

"Does it hurt you?"

Sensing the trembling of his little wife, Fu Wenyao frowned, and the movements of his hands became more and more gentle.

Clenching tightly to the clothes on his knees, Gu Xiaoman resisted the pain from the wound, and shook his head pretending that it didn't hurt.

The little wife's delicate face was pale, and the hair on the forehead was wet with fine sweat, her bright eyes were covered with mist, and the curled eyelashes at the end of the eyes were stained with tears. At the end of the eye.

It was obviously in severe pain, but his eyes were slightly bent, and he shook his head obediently, stubborn and endearing.

Fu Wenyao's deep eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and he used a cotton swab to carefully wipe the blood on the little wife's neck.

Only halfway through the wipe, three wounds were seen, and the wounds were still bleeding faintly.

Fu Wenyao frowned and glanced at the things on the table, took the hemostatic powder, opened it, and carefully dabbed some on the wound with his face.

As soon as she touched the wound, Gu Xiaoman flinched immediately, the sharp pain spread through the wound to the cerebral cortex, she instinctively moved to the side to avoid the cotton swab in Fu Wenyao's hand.

Her mouth was still sealed with tape, she blinked her big clear eyes and silently looked at Fu Wenyao, feeling pitiful and aggrieved.

Fu Wenyao's heart was almost broken by her eyes, and he comforted him softly: "Hey, bear with me, we must stop the bleeding first."

Gu Xiaoman clenched his hands tightly, his knuckles turned white because of too much force.

She blinked, took a deep breath and nodded obediently, her eyes beckoning Fu Wenyao to continue.

The little wife was obviously very afraid of the pain, her fair neck trembled slightly but she didn't hide anymore.

Fu Wenyao took a cotton swab again, and carefully and gently sprinkled hemostatic powder on her wound, as gently and delicately as if wiping a priceless antique white jade.

After spraying the three short wounds with hemostatic powder, Fu Wenyao's palms were sweating.

The little wife was obviously having a harder time than him, her hair was completely soaked, and her curled eyelashes were in wet clusters, pitifully tight.

Fu Wenyao speeded up his hands with a sullen face. When he saw the three small wounds below and the wound that was about as long as the little finger, his deep eyes suddenly turned cold, and boundless emotions surged.

Just after applying hemostatic powder to the wound on his little wife's neck, Yang You just finished disinfecting the wounds on Fu Wenyao's arms and back.

"The wound on the back is relatively large, and it needs about fifteen stitches. Please bear with it, and I will give you anesthesia first."

Fu Wenyao's eyes did not fluctuate, he still looked at the wound on Gu Xiaoman's neck seriously, and said lightly: "No hurry, let's take a look at the wound on Xiaoxiao's neck first."

When Gu Xiaoman heard this, he hurriedly shook his head, and kept pointing at Fu Wenyao's back, signaling Yang You to sew up Fu Wenyao's back first.

She should have thought earlier that the man said that murder was as easy as what he had for breakfast. He was obviously fierce and crazy to the extreme. Maybe he had an anti-social personality, so he must have hit hard.

Her neck was only lightly scratched by the knife, and the wound was so painful that her eyes turned black. Mr. Fu even needed fifteen stitches on his back. How painful it was!
Mr. Fu's back and arms were cut to save her.

The wound hurt so much, and she still resisted to disinfect the wound on her neck, and now she asked Yang You to treat her wound first.

Why is Mr. Fu so nice and stupid!
Seeing that Yang You really listened to Fu Wenyao's words and came to check her wound, Gu Xiaoman was so anxious that tears rolled down his face, he grabbed Fu Wenyao's hand helplessly, his clear eyes were full of guilt.

Fu Wenyao got up and sat on the other side of her so that Yang You could check the wound on her neck.

The little wife was crying sadly. Fu Wenyao pulled a tissue and gently wiped the tears for the little wife. He half held the little wife in his uninjured arm, and patted her on the back comfortingly.

Thinking that she was afraid of pain, Fu Wenyao held his little wife's face and leaned on his shoulder, preventing her from seeing Yang You's movements, and his voice was so gentle that he almost drowned Gu Xiaoman in it.

"Hey, it doesn't hurt, it will be fine in a while."

When Gu Xiaoman heard this, he cried even more fiercely.

Fool, I am not afraid of pain, but I am afraid of your pain.

Unable to speak, Gu Xiaoman leaned on Fu Wenyao's shoulder, obediently allowing Yang You to bandage her wound, hoping that Yang You would move faster and faster so that the foolish Mr. Fu would suffer less pain.

Gu Xiaoman cried more and more fiercely, and Fu Wenyao's eyes became colder and colder. Yang You met Fu Wenyao's murderous gaze, and carefully wrapped gauze around Gu Xiaoman's neck, with a serious face as if he was undergoing heart surgery.

I was afraid that my hands would be too heavy, and I would be dragged out by Fu Wenyao and chopped.

There was a layer of sweat on his forehead and he didn't dare to wipe it. He whispered: "Little sister-in-law's neck injury is not serious. You have already wiped her with hemostatic powder and wrapped it with gauze. Just be careful during this period. Touch water to prevent wound infection."

Fu Wenyao gently comforted the poor little wife who was crying in his arms, with a cold voice.

"Will it leave a scar?"

Yang You paused, "Well, it depends on whether my sister-in-law has a scar constitution. The short ones probably won't, and the long ones are deeper than the others, maybe..."

Before he finished speaking, he felt Fu Wenyao's death stare. Yang You sighed inwardly, and changed the topic, "After the wound is healed, apply scar cream, and there should be no scar."

Fu Wenyao gave a faint "hmm" and patted his little wife on the back softly.

"There will be no scars, don't cry."

Gu Xiaoman shook her head, she was not worried about scars on her neck.

On the contrary, the wound on Fu Wenyao's back required fifteen stitches, which might leave a scar, so he cried even more fiercely.

It was she who got Mr. Fu involved. If it wasn't for saving her, Mr. Fu wouldn't have to suffer this kind of pain, and there wouldn't be a scar on his back.

The little wife was crying hard, Fu Wenyao caressed her back helplessly, his deep eyes flashed a hint of helplessness.

After Yang You treated the wound on Gu Xiaoman's neck, he quickly took out the anesthetic from the medicine box.

"It's time for an anesthetic, bear with it, and the anesthetic will take effect."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman hurriedly withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms, put his hand to Fu Wenyao's mouth, his bright eyes signaled Fu Wenyao to bite her hand if it hurts.

The little wife's clear eyes were watery, her hand was on his lips, her eyes were anxious and worried, like a little rabbit stuffing her hand into a fox's mouth, so cute and tight.