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

Fu Wenyao rubbed his little wife's soft hair, his eyes were dim and hard to distinguish.

"Xiao Xiao, what are you going to do?"

Gu Xiaoman rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms, took a deep breath of the cool cedar scent, and lazily said: "Yesterday I also reported to the police, since I want to investigate, I should investigate carefully, Grandpa's death is indeed a bit strange, I also want to Know the truth."

"Well, you are a man with a husband now, if you need it, just say it, don't be silly and carry everything by yourself."

Fu Wenyao's deep voice that could make ears pregnant came from above his head, Gu Xiaoman's ear tips were stained red, and his heart was warm in a mess.

That's right, she has a husband now, and she is no longer the lonely person who was betrayed and attacked by the whole world three and a half years ago.

Gu Xiaoman smiled happily, hugged Fu Wenyao for a while, raised his face and said softly: "Then, there is one thing I need to do now, sir, would you like it?"

"What do you call me?"

Fu Wenyao looked at his little wife deeply with his eyes closed, his eyes as deep as a deep pool were bottomless, and he couldn't discern a trace of emotion.

Gu Xiaoman's eyes flickered, his ears were red, his fingers curled up in embarrassment, but he didn't look away, and said confidently: "What's wrong, didn't you say that first? Sir?!"

The little wife's eyes widened, her voice was soft and waxy, with a long tail, like a little milk cat acting like a baby, but her face was fierce and cute.

Especially the little wife's soft and sticky Mr. Huan, Fu Wenyao's heart seemed to be teased by the pink and tender meat claws of the little milk cat, his eyes were deep, his arms were tightened, and the two of them were tightly pressed together.

"Xiao Xiao, call again."

"what is it call?"

Gu Xiaoman rested his hand on Fu Wenyao's strong chest, and the man's "pounding" heartbeat could be heard under his palm.

Fast and strong, her face became inexplicably hot.

Fu Wenyao persisted unexpectedly, looking at her deeply with his deep eyes, and the affection inside seemed to melt her.

"Xiao Xiao, call me again."

Fu Wenyao's eyes were too hot, Gu Xiaoman's eyes wandered and he didn't dare to look at him, his heart seemed to be soaked in honey bubble water, sweet bubbling bubbling out.

She drew circles with her fingers unconsciously, and whispered two words from her lips.

"gentlemen."

As soon as the words fell, the lips were suddenly moist and warm.

Gu Xiaoman opened his eyes wide, looked at the magnified handsome face in surprise, and swallowed in disbelief.

Her lips moved slightly, and a deep and hoarse voice sounded: "Close your eyes."

Gu Xiao's face turned red with a bang, and he closed his eyes obediently, his curled eyelashes were like a butterfly spreading its wings, trembling uneasily.

The little wife obediently raised her face, her eyes were closed tightly, and she had an obedient attitude of giving and taking. Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the hand wrapped around the little wife's waist suddenly tightened, and his lips parted slightly, wantonly savoring the wine that only belonged to him. good.

The kiss was lingering and long, Gu Xiaoman's hands gripped Fu Wenyao's collar so wrinkly that he almost couldn't breathe before he was finally let go.

"Fool, you can't even breathe, huh?"

Fu Wenyao's deep and hoarse voice hit the eardrums, Gu Xiaoman's heart was still beating fast, and he pursed his lips in shame.

Her lips were a little numb, she raised her eyes and glared at Fu Wenyao, "Mr. is very good at it, did you secretly practice behind my back?"

The little wife's clear eyes were covered with mist, and she was pure and charming when she stared at people with the ends of her eyes tilted. Her lips were slightly swollen and pink, like roses stained with dew.

Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, and his cold gaze was fixed on his little wife's lips.

His eyes were clearly still as cold as ever, but Gu Xiaoman inexplicably saw the scorching flames, blushed even more, and put his hands on Fu Wenyao's chest to distance himself from the man.

Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, and he pressed his thumb on the slightly swollen lips of his little wife, and laughed softly.

"Small things are quite possessive."

Not hearing the answer to the previous sentence, Gu Xiaoman held his breath and slapped his hand off angrily.

"Whoever you want to practice with, let me go."

"If you put on your pants, you won't recognize anyone? Huh?"

It was the first time I heard such foul language from Fu Wenyao's mouth, Gu Xiaoman's eyes widened, with an expression of seeing a ghost, he pulled Fu Wenyao's face in shock.

"Are you Mr. Fu? Could it be that you were taken away?"

Fu Wenyao let his little wife make trouble on his face in a funny way, and flicked her smooth forehead with his fingers.

"What's going on in your head?"

"I didn't think about anything, I didn't miss you anyway."

Gu Xiaoman let go of his hand, the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Fu Wenyao's kissing skills were too proficient and good, so he pursed his mouth and ignored him.

Seeing that his little wife was really angry, Fu Wenyao comforted and kissed the place where he played just now.

"Squeamish."

Gu Xiaoman made up his mind to ignore him, the tips of his blushing ears moved, and he lowered his eyes and did not speak.

"Really angry?"

Fu Wenyao's deep voice came from next to his ear, Gu Xiaoman pushed his chest, and said duplicity: "The predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoy the shade. Mr. Fu is good at kissing. I am the one who enjoys it. Why should I be angry?"

It was only now that Fu Wenyao came to his senses, the little thing was not angry, but jealous.

A smile flickered across his calm eyes, his thin lips curled into a hook, and he leaned over to get close to his little wife, and pressed against her ear as if whispering.

"Then you have to thank Gu Xiaoman who kissed me before. I practiced with her."

Fu Wenyao's voice was already so pleasant that he was about to make people pregnant, but he was able to lower his voice and speak in a breathy voice, which was simply terrible.

Gu Xiaoman almost suspected that his ears were pregnant, his legs became weak after being teased, and his mood improved visibly.

She bent her eyes and raised her small face, and said fiercely: "I don't believe you, you... um."

Fu Wenyao pressed against her lips, gently coaxing: "Practice more, the little ones in the future will thank you."

"……would not!"

The ending sound disappeared between the lips and teeth, and the poor shirt did not escape the fate of being pinched and crumpled in the end.

After finally escaping from Fu Wenyao's clutches, Gu Xiaoman covered his numb lips and hid in the study as if fleeing for his life.

Fu Wenyao stood on the spot with his hands in his pockets, looking at the back of his little wife who fled in a hurry.

At night, when Gu Xiaoman was browsing Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu on the web, Fu Wenyao pushed the door in with a plate of fruit.

After scanning the content on the computer screen, Fu Wenyao took a strawberry and handed it to his little wife.

"Want to learn jujitsu?"

"Ah."

Gu Xiaoman propped her chin to read the content on the page, opened her mouth and bit the strawberry, the juice flowed down, she subconsciously licked it, the touch didn't feel right, she looked at it suspiciously.

Seeing the suspicious water stains on Fu Wenyao's fingers, his delicate little face turned red, and hurriedly pulled the paper to cover Fu Wenyao's fingers.