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

Fu Wenyao belatedly realized that his little wife was angry, but he couldn't figure out what made his little wife unhappy.

After Gu Xiaoman took a shower, he walked straight to the dressing table without looking sideways, without even looking at Fu Wenyao.

Seeing Fu Wenyao put down the magazine through the mirror, she immediately turned on the hair dryer to prevent any possibility of communication.

Before Fu Wenyao could speak, the humming sound of the hair dryer sounded in the room.

He sighed helplessly, took a deep look at Gu Xiaoman who seemed to be blowing his hair seriously, got up and went to the bathroom.

The sound of closing the door sounded, Gu Xiaoman absently put down the hair dryer, and pressed the space between his eyebrows wearily.

After only one day of the cold war, she felt that she couldn't hold on anymore.

When she saw Fu Wenyao put down the magazine just now, she even wanted to forget about the contact between Fu Wenyao and Gu Yunshi, as if nothing had happened and it was still the same as before.

Resisting the discomfort in his heart, Gu Xiaoman hastily blew his hair, crawled onto the bed with a drooping face, wrapped himself in a quilt, and forced himself to fall asleep.

As long as you are asleep, you don't have to force yourself to stay away from Mr. Fu.

Maybe, after she falls asleep, Mr. Fu will take the initiative to hug her like last night.

Thinking about it, she fell asleep like this.

Fu Wenyao came out of the bathroom, saw the small bump on the bed, and curled his lips.

Why are you pretending to be asleep again?
After drying her hair and lying down on the bed, she realized that the little wife had really fallen asleep.

The warm yellow light of the small night light reflected on her delicate little face, making the lines on her face softer and softer. Her eyes, which were as clear as a deer, were tightly closed, and the delicate brows were frowned, as if there was something wrong with her. What unhappy things in general.

The little wife seemed to realize that he was on the bed, turned around and ran into his arms with a grunt, but her frown still did not loosen.

Fu Wenyao put his hands on her waist and hugged the little wife who threw himself into his arms, rubbed the center of her brows with his fingertips, the brows of the little wife gradually eased, and suddenly muttered a few words in his mouth.

"Scumbag!"

Hearing these two words clearly, Fu Wenyao narrowed his deep eyes, thinking that the little wife had dreamed of another man, and her face, as handsome as a god, was suddenly covered with frost.

The little wife in her arms didn't notice the danger at all, she rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms boldly, and muttered, "Scumbag...Mr. Fu, bastard scumbag!"

"Mum... um..."

Before he finished speaking, his lips were blocked, and the little wife frowned unhappily.

Holding the struggling little wife in his arms, Fu Wenyao punished the unrestrained little wife in his arms with a cold face.

The little wife struggled a few more times, gradually became obedient, and even responded in a dazed way.

Fu Wenyao's hand on his little wife's waist suddenly tightened, and the punishing kiss suddenly became tender and tender.

It wasn't until the little wife snorted dissatisfiedly that Fu Wenyao was finally willing to let her go.

The deep eyes were tightly locked on the red and swollen lips of the little wife, and the desire that was suppressed was rolling inside.

Restraining and placing a soft kiss on the forehead of his little wife, Fu Wenyao let go of his little wife, got up and went to the bathroom.

After a long time, he came out of the bathroom with a cold body and strode into the kitchen.

He opened the refrigerator and took out the small pudding and cake inside, made another cup of black tea, and took the tray to the dining table.

Before eating, he took photos of the cake and pudding and sent them to the small group, all of them.

Bai Yujie was still working overtime to deal with the merger and acquisition case. When he saw the picture, he immediately cried out.

To put it bluntly: [Brother Fu, you have no heart!Even though I know I'm still working overtime, I still post this kind of photo, it's killing me! 】

Fu Wenyao took a bite of the pudding, the tender and soft pudding swayed on the tip of his tongue, the taste was unexpectedly good.

He raised his eyebrows, took another big spoonful, and replied lightly.

Fu: [It's delicious. 】

After posting this sentence, he still felt that it was not enough, so he added another sentence: 【It's more delicious than Ellie's. 】

To put it bluntly: [Really?Ellie is the world's top dessert master, who can make better cakes and puddings than her?Brother Fu left me a copy, and I will ask someone to pick it up right away. 】

A cold light flashed across Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, but he didn't reply.

Bai Yujie's saliva was almost drooling, he was so busy today that he didn't even eat dinner, but Fu Wenyao hooked him, and all the gluttons were hooked out.

But Fu Wenyao didn't reply, he swiped the screen and attacked without giving up.

The other two people in the group were so noisy that they finally bubbled up.

Lu Buyu: [Stop posting, do you think he will give you the dessert made by his wife?Go dreaming! 】

Yang Baa: [It turned out that my sister-in-law did it, no wonder...]

To put it bluntly: [! ! !I see! 】

Bai Yujie was about to break out in a cold sweat, and quickly withdrew the message, fearing that Fu Wenyao would see it.

This was the first time to eat something made by his little wife. Fu Wenyao stopped looking at his phone and savored the smooth pudding carefully.

After eating the pudding, he drank the lipstick tea before forking a small cake into his mouth.

The taste of the small cake was much better than he expected, the cream melted in the mouth, and the cake embryo was delicate and soft.

Such a delicious cake, Xiaoyi still dislikes it, Xiaotuanzi's mouth is too picky!

After eating the cake and packing up his things, he processed the documents and digested the dessert in his stomach before returning to bed.

As soon as he lay down on the bed, the sleeping little wife automatically moved over and hugged him softly.

Fu Wenyao kissed his young wife on the forehead, and fell asleep with her in his arms.

The sleeping Xiaotuanzi didn't know at all that the cake he was holding back from the glutton had already entered the stomach of the idiot daddy, and he was still eating the cake happily in his dream, smashing his mouth, turning over with a grin at the corner of his mouth, and sleeping more soundly up.

Thinking about the little cake, Xiao Yi got up from the cot early in the morning, got out of bed with his little butt sticking out, and rushed into the kitchen with his bare feet.

She thought about it before going to bed last night. The small cake is served with a cup of hot milk for breakfast. It's super good!

Thinking of the little cake made by Mommy, Xiao Yi slammed his mouth, and his feet moved a little faster.

Fu Wenyao put the fried sun eggs on the plate, and saw Xiao Yi rushing into the kitchen like a firecracker.

Seeing Xiaotuanzi's bare feet, he frowned, put down the plate and walked over to pick up Xiaoyi.

Xiao Yi stared straight at the refrigerator, and said softly, "Daddy, don't make my breakfast. I want to eat the little cake that Mommy made for me yesterday."

Fu Wenyao, who was wiping Xiaotuanzi's feet, paused, feeling a bad premonition in his heart.

He wiped Xiaoyi's chubby little feet slowly, and calmly carried him out of the kitchen, "Go back to the room and put on your shoes, breakfast is ready."

"No, I just want to eat a small cake."

Xiaoyi refused, and hugged him in his arms, coquettishly soft, "Daddy, take me to see the little cake first, I want to choose which one to eat."