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

The little wife's voice was soft and waxy, with a drawn-out ending, her mouth was pursed, and she acted coquettishly.

The lower lip was extremely red, and the wound was slightly red and swollen. Fu Wenyao's eyes were blurry, and the hand around her waist suddenly tightened.

He recalled in his mind how when he was a child, he saw other mothers comforting their children with broken skin, and they blew lightly on the lips of his little wife awkwardly.

"Blow blow, hurt Feifei."

The warm breath sprayed on the wound of the lips, it was numb, the man's voice was gentle and there was a hint of awkwardness, Gu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, his slightly red eyes reflected a little bit of smile.

It was obviously the first time for Fu Wenyao to do this, and the tips of his ears were very red.

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips and looked at him with a smile, "Sir, it's amazing, it really doesn't hurt anymore."

Fu Wenyao tried his best to look away from her red lips, took her hand, and asked with red ears: "Does the palm hurt?"

"A little."

Fu Wenyao was silent for two seconds, pulled her hand to his lips, and blew into her palm seriously.

His movements were a little awkward, but his expression was extremely serious. Gu Xiaoman was inexplicably teasing, blinked his eyes slyly, and said deliberately: "Why not, blow blow, the pain is flying away?"

Fu Wenyao froze, raised his head, looked at her with his dark eyes, suddenly took her hand, and kissed her palm lightly.

There was a warm and soft touch from the palm of her hand, and she quickly withdrew her hand as if she had been scalded. Her delicate face turned red, and her eyes were erratic, not daring to look at Fu Wenyao again.

But Fu Wenyao didn't let her go, he put his arms around her waist to prevent her from hiding, leaned over and kissed the corner of her lips, the lips were close to her ears, his voice was hoarse and deep.

"Does it still hurt?"

The toes hidden in the slippers curled up shyly, Gu Xiaoman blushed and shook his head in panic.

She put her hands on Fu Wenyao's chest and wanted to push him away, but she was startled by the firm and elastic touch under her palms, and then suddenly realized that Fu Wenyao was only wrapped with a bath towel all over her body, and her well-defined abdominal muscles could be seen from the downturned eyes.

"You, you, why don't you wear clothes?"

She looked away in a panic to look at the plush carpet on the ground, and reminded the man in a low voice.

"If you don't dry your hair, you will get a headache. Mister, let's quickly dry your hair."

Fu Wenyao gently pecked and kissed her neck, his voice was vague.

"Blow it to me, Xiaoxiao, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman trembled all over, blushing and nodded.

The hair dryer was blowing warm air. She stood in front of Fu Wenyao, her face was flushed, and she was serious about drying Mr. Fu's hair.

Soft fingers brushed across the scalp from time to time with the hot wind, Fu Wenyao relaxed his body, and his dark eyes fell tightly on Gu Xiaoman.

Sensing his fiery gaze, Gu Xiaoman was so panicked that he could barely hold the hair dryer in his hand.

Fortunately, Fu Wenyao's hair was not long, so it dried quickly. She put down the hair dryer and breathed a sigh of relief.

An arm was draped around his waist, and his eyes were spinning for a while. Being pulled and lying on the soft bed, Gu Xiaoman stared at the man with his eyes wide open in shock.

"First, sir?"

As the words fell, the man's handsome cheeks gradually enlarged, and a warm touch came from his lips.

As if worried about her wound, Fu Wenyao licked her wound lovingly and very lightly.

She shivered, and habitually reached out to grab Mr. Fu's sleeve, but her fingertips touched a piece of warm and elastic skin, and her face felt hot.

Fu Wenyao's eyes suddenly darkened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the hand around her waist tightened hard.

"Xiao Xiao, you hooked me up first."

"What? I'm not, I'm not…"

The words of aggrieved excuses were forced into his stomach, Gu Xiaoman was dizzy from being kissed, and his white and tender arms wrapped around Mr. Fu's neck at some point.

The atmosphere in the room was sticky and ambiguous. The soft baby blue pajamas were thrown on the ground with knuckle fingers. I don't know where he kissed, and the little wife let out a soft cry.

It didn't know when it started to rain outside, and the pattering rainwater slapped on the delicate petals of the balcony, and the petals trembled as if they couldn't bear it.

The rain was falling more and more urgently, and the petals were shaking tremblingly.

The temperature in the room kept rising, and the white and slender fingers were interlocked by the thick palm with clear knuckles. The contact at a negative distance caused Gu Xiaoman's eyes to turn red.

It rained most of the night and didn't stop until dawn. The red petals were trembling, wet and pitifully tight.

His fingertips brushed the wet and red eyes of his little wife, and Fu Wenyao couldn't help but leaned over and kissed her.

Gu Xiaoman's exquisite brows frowned, and the white and tender hands under the quilt pushed his chest, and hid in his arms in a daze.

"Really not, no more..."

Fu Wenyao's thin lips were slightly hooked, his handsome face was full of satisfaction, he grabbed her hand and kissed her lips, his voice was so gentle that water could almost drip.

"Good, go to sleep."

The grotesque dream was interrupted by the ringing of the mobile phone, Gu Xiaoman reached out from under the quilt to touch the mobile phone with his eyes closed, and pressed the alarm clock in a daze.

Habitually, she shrank to the side, her hands touched the skin with clear texture, and she opened her eyes suddenly.

"Xiao Xiao, good morning."

With a smile in Fu Wenyao's dark eyes, he leaned over and kissed her on the lips, "Hey, go to sleep again, and I'll call you after breakfast."

With that said, Fu Wenyao got off the bed, picked up a dark blue nightgown from the carpet and put it on.

Seeing the nightgown covering the man's sexy figure in a daze, Gu Xiaoman blushed and pulled up the quilt to cover his face.

God, what did she just see?
Mr. Fu's... fruit body? !

There was a sound of closing the door, and she rolled over on the bed clutching her beating heart. As soon as she moved, she felt a soreness in her waist.

Not only that, my legs didn't seem to be me anymore, they were so sore that I couldn't even move them.

Some fragments of last night flashed before her eyes, her face became more and more red, and her whole body seemed to have a fever.

Last night...Last night, she was confused with Mr. Fu...

She huddled under the quilt shyly for a few seconds, remembering that she had to go to work in the company today, she hugged the quilt with difficulty and sat up.

Seeing the nightgown beside the bed, the tip of her ears turned red, and she pulled off the nightgown to cover her naked body.

It was only when the toes touched the carpet that Gu Xiaoman realized how sore his body was, it was like running a marathon for a day, and there was not an inch below the waist that was not sore.

She took a deep breath, moved to the bathroom with difficulty and squeezed toothpaste to wash.

When she saw the mottled red marks on her collarbone in the mirror while brushing her teeth, she blushed and cursed angrily, "Beast!"

Fortunately, she used to think that Mr. Fu was a high-altitude flower who did not eat the fireworks of the world, so she must have no desire in this regard.

She begged him like that last night, yet he still didn't let her go!
Siyu is right, Mr. Fu is also a rogue!