After eating a few mouthfuls of porridge to fill the emptiness in his stomach, Gu Xiaoman suddenly recovered from his guilty conscience.

"I, I can just eat by myself, you don't need to feed, feed me."

After finishing the words, the porcelain white spoon was brought to his mouth, and Gu Xiaoman swallowed it in one gulp, the fresh and strong taste spread on the tip of his tongue.

The rice grains were boiled until soft, and the shredded chicken was tender. It had been a long time since I had eaten rice cooked by Mr. Fu himself, and it was as good as ever. Ordinary shredded chicken porridge could be so delicious.

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips reminiscently, remembering that Fu Wenyao still had injuries on his arm, he quickly reached out to grab the bowl in Fu Wenyao's hand.

"Mr. Fu, I can do it myself."

Fu Wenyao paused, raised his eyes to look at Gu Xiaoman faintly, raised his hand and handed the spoon to Gu Xiaoman's mouth, expressing his rejection with actions.

Although Fu Wenyao didn't say a word, and there was no other change in his face, Gu Xiaoman was still keenly aware of it.

Mr. Fu seemed to be angry.

She ate the porridge fed to her mouth for some unknown reason, still holding the bowl stubbornly, and said worriedly: "Mr. Fu, your arm is still injured, don't stretch the wound."

"Xiao Xiao is worried about me?"

"correct."

Gu Xiaoman nodded his head as a matter of course, moved his gaze upwards, and met Fu Wenyao's deep and dark eyes.

The man's eyes were dark, filled with emotions that Gu Xiaoman couldn't understand, but it was obviously not as angry as before, and his mood improved a lot.

Gu Xiaoman looked directly at Fu Wenyao, sighing silently in his heart.

Mr. Fu's heart is really a needle in the bottom of the sea. He will be angry and happy for a while, and he is completely uncertain.

She tentatively took the bowl out of Fu Wenyao's hand, as if she was afraid that Fu Wenyao would get angry, she reminded softly, "Mr. Fu?"

Fu Wenyao let go of his hand, and put the bowl in the hand of the little wife, and put his arms down, still sitting by the bed.

Gu Xiaoman heaved a sigh of relief, took a spoonful of porridge, blew it, stuffed it into his mouth, and looked worriedly at Fu Wenyao's injured arm after swallowing it.

"Mr. Fu, didn't you touch the wound just now?"

Fu Wenyao shook his head, "It's okay."

"That's good." Gu Xiaoman stirred the porridge in his hand, and thanked Fu Wenyao earnestly, "Mr. Fu, thank you very much today. Fortunately, you arrived in time, otherwise..."

"Otherwise what?"

Fu Wenyao frowned, his deep eyes locked on Gu Xiaoman.

The man's eyes were extremely sharp, as if he could see through all the thoughts in a person's heart. Gu Xiaoman felt guilty when he saw him, and subconsciously clenched the spoon in his hand.

"It's nothing."

Having said that, in fact Gu Xiaoman was terribly afraid.

If Mr. Fu didn't happen to come back today, if Mr. Fu didn't go to her company after he came back today, if Mr. Fu didn't find out that she was held hostage.

I'm afraid that she will really leave this world without a sound.

Maybe the body will be well hidden by those two people, and the police will directly make her disappearance an unsolved case; maybe, like the victims in the previous social news, she will be poured into cement and sealed in the building. will never be found out...

Gu Xiaoman managed to scare himself, his body trembled uncontrollably, the spoon in his hand couldn't hold it, and it hit the bowl wall with a bang.

She woke up suddenly, couldn't help but moved to the side, and didn't stop until her legs touched Fu Wenyao's body through the quilt.

Gu Xiaoman clenched the warm porridge bowl in his hand, sniffed quietly, and smelled the familiar and pleasant smell of cool cedar, and his nervousness and fear gradually eased.

Seeing the little wife's actions, Fu Wenyao slightly hooked his thin lips, and rubbed the little wife's hair.

"I'm fine now, don't you mean you're hungry? If there's not enough food, there's still more in the pot."

"Uh-huh."

Gu Xiaoman couldn't help but rubbed against Fu Wenyao's palm, drove out the messy horror in his mind, and drank the porridge seriously with the bowl in his hand.

Fu Wenyao withdrew his hand and looked at her deeply.

Gu Xiaoman ate a few mouthfuls, realized later that Fu Wenyao might not have had dinner after getting off the plane, scooped up a spoon and handed it to Fu Wenyao's mouth, and tentatively said, "You want to eat some too?"

A trace of astonishment flashed across the man's deep eyes, seeing the worry in his little wife's bright eyes, a smile flashed across his eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and he ate the porridge delivered to his mouth.

The spoon was held in Fu Wenyao's mouth, Gu Xiaoman was stunned for two seconds, the hand holding the spoon trembled, and his fingertips were red.

Fu Wenyao let go of the spoon after she exerted force on her hand and pulled it embarrassedly.

Gu Xiaoman's white ears turned red from being teased by the man, and he suddenly woke up. Just now, he gave Fu Wenyao the spoon he used in a daze.

Isn't this an indirect kiss?
Did Mr. Fu also think of this, so he bit the spoon on purpose?
With a bunch of messy thoughts in his head, Gu Xiaoman curled up his toes under the quilt in embarrassment, looked down at the white spoon in the bowl, and wondered whether he should continue to drink porridge or not.

The little wife's ears protruding from her hair were blushing, like peach blossoms blooming in March, pink and tender.

The fair neck that could not be covered by the short hair was also pinkish, and one couldn't help but want to see if the skin under the collar was also dyed an intoxicating pink.

The little wife was very shy, staring straight at the spoon in the bowl, her delicate face was full of tangles.

It's been a long time since I saw such a shy little wife. Fu Wenyao curled his lips and joked deliberately: "Why don't you eat?"

A man's deep and magnetic voice came from above his head, and Gu Xiaoman was startled a little, like a frightened rabbit, his ears pricked up, and he scooped up a spoonful of porridge in a panic.

"Eat, eat."

She blushed and put the spoon to her mouth and quickly ate the porridge. Seeing that Fu Wenyao had no intention of serving another bowl of porridge, she scooped up another spoonful and handed it to Fu Wenyao's lips, fearing that Fu Wenyao would be hungry.

"You eat too."

Fu Wenyao stared straight at his little wife with deep eyes, and opened his mouth to swallow the porridge in the spoon.

Gu Xiaoman's hands trembled when he saw him, he quickly took back the spoon and ate a spoonful by himself, and then fed Fu Wenyao the porridge.

Just like this, you and I finished a whole bowl of shredded chicken porridge with one spoonful.

Fu Wenyao pulled a tissue and gently wiped his little wife's mouth, "Are you still eating?"

Gu Xiaoman shook his head, "Don't eat, I'm full."

She didn't eat much at night, and now it's past three o'clock in the morning. Although she was very hungry before, it was enough.

But Fu Wenyao must not be full.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman squeezed the quilt under his hands, looked at Fu Wenyao who got up and got up to go to the kitchen with an empty bowl, and suddenly lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

Hearing the movements behind him, Fu Wenyao turned his head and saw his little wife pulling on her slippers. He thought she was going to the bathroom, and said softly: "Be careful, the wound should not touch water for two days, it is easy to be infected."

"Huh? I don't touch water."

Gu Xiaoman nodded obediently, followed behind Fu Wenyao, and prepared to refill the porridge in the kitchen to feed Mr. Fu.

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