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

Gu Xiaoman sighed, shrunk into Fu Wenyao's arms, and unconsciously grabbed Fu Wenyao's soft home clothes with his fingers.

Sensing the depressed mood of Xiaojiao's wife, Fu Wenyao rubbed her soft hair distressedly, with a low and coaxing voice.

"I will spend every Spring Festival with you in the future."

What he said was calm and calm, and his face was calm, as if this romantic promise was not worth mentioning.

Gu Xiaoman's fingertips trembled, he stretched out his little finger, and looked up at him.

"Really? There is no proof for what you say, pull Gougou."

Fu Wenyao loved her innocent childishness very much, his black eyes were full of smiles, he hooked her little finger and shook it seriously, and finally poked it with his thumb solemnly.

"Is this the letter?"

Gu Xiaoman's eyes were shining, and he nodded happily.

"Well, don't go back on your word."

"Why don't you go back on your word?"

The little Naituanzi asked in a childish voice, crawled up on Fu Wenyao's lap and sat down on Fu Wenyao's lap, tilting her head and looking at Gu Xiaoman curiously.

Gu Xiaoman pinched her rosy face, pulled a tissue to gently wipe the sweat off her forehead, and said with a smile, "Your daddy just promised me that you will spend every Spring Festival with me in the future."

Xiao Yi was stunned for two seconds, pursed his mouth and looked at Fu Wenyao pitifully, then at Gu Xiaoman, his pretty face was full of unhappiness.

"Daddy and Mommy are bad, Xiaoyi wants to celebrate the Spring Festival together!"

Xiaonai Tuanzi was upset, Gu Xiaoman kissed her little face, took Xiaotuanzi into his arms, and coaxed her gently.

"Little fool, you are Mommy's sweetheart, why doesn't Mommy spend the Spring Festival with you?"

Xiao Yi blinked his big eyes, and still looked at Fu Wenyao aggrievedly, "What about Daddy?"

Fu Wenyao rubbed her hair with a smile, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"It's New Year's Eve when the whole family is together."

Xiao Yi nodded heavily, and a smile appeared on his face again.

"That's right, it's Chinese New Year when our family is together."

As she said that, she reached out and touched Gu Xiaoman's flat belly, tilted her head and said innocently: "Mummy, are there any little brothers and sisters here?"

Gu Xiaoman was taken aback by this sudden question, and looked at Fu Wenyao with red ears.

Looking at her red ears for a few seconds, Fu Wenyao hugged Xiaoyi and stretched out his hand to Xiaoman.

"Go, go to the study to write couplets."

Xiao Yi was distracted for a moment, his big eyes filled with curiosity.

"Do you still have to write the couplet yourself?"

Fu Wenyao kissed her on the small face and answered her very patiently.

"Writing couplets is a tradition in our family."

When Gu Xiaoman heard this, he paused and broke his defense instantly.

She lowered her eyes to cover her red eye sockets, her heart seemed to be soaked in peach soda, bubbling sweetly.

Knowing that Fu Wenyao and Gu Xiaoman were going to write couplets in person, Ding Bo immediately asked people to prepare pen, ink and red paper.

After not holding the writing brush for a long time, Gu Xiaoman sweated a thin layer of nervous palms, and blushed to get the vaccination in advance.

"Sir, my handwriting is very average. If you can't write well, sir, don't dislike me."

Before Fu Wenyao answered, Xiao Yi immediately said in a milky voice: "Don't worry, Mommy, Daddy will definitely not dislike you. If he dares to dislike you, we will make him kneel down on the durian."

Gu Xiaoman was amused by her childish answer, and the nervousness before dissipated in an instant.

She took a deep breath, pondered for a few seconds, and under the gaze of four eyes, one big and one small, she wrote a couplet with a brush.

When she finished writing the first word, Fu Wenyao's eyes showed a look of astonishment.

The words on the paper are vigorous and majestic, the strokes are unrestrained and unrestrained, with a strong character and a sense of arrogance.

Just looking at the handwriting, it doesn't match Gu Xiaoman at all.

After writing the last word, Gu Xiaoman put down the pen a little dissatisfied, and said embarrassingly: "I haven't picked up the pen for a long time, my hands are raw, and the writing is not very good."

After saying that, she turned her head to look at Fu Wenyao, only to see that the man was carefully admiring the words she had just written, his black eyes were full of surprise and admiration.

Gu Xiaoman's face blushed slightly, and a little pride filled his heart for no reason.

The little milk dumpling rushed over and hugged her calf, pumping out rainbow fart in a childish voice.

"Mommy's handwriting is very good, even better than the handwriting of those calligraphers I watched on TV!"

Gu Xiaoman pinched her chubby face in a funny way, and said with a smile: "Let Mommy see if honey is on her mouth, why are her words so sweet?"

Xiao Yi giggled and threw himself into her arms.

"What I said is true. Mommy's handwriting is really good!"

After finishing speaking, she turned her head to look at Fu Wenyao, "Right, Daddy."

Only then did Fu Wenyao look away from the couplet and nodded appreciatively.

"It's really good."

Gu Xiaoman looked at him with bright eyes, and waited for his next compliment with embarrassment and anticipation.

However, Fu Wenyao did not speak again for a long time.

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

That's it?

That's it!

Hmph, perfunctory!

Not noticing the disappearance of Xiaojiao's wife, Fu Wenyao asked Ding Bo to paste the couplets, and then specifically said: "By the way, if anyone wants to see the person who wrote the couplets, they will all disappear."

Hearing this, Ding Bo looked carefully at the couplets on the table, then at Gu Xiaoman, and nodded with a smile.

"I didn't expect Madam to learn good handwriting. I'm afraid there will be many people who will come to ask."

Caught off guard by being praised, Gu Xiaoman's pretty face turned red all at once, and he said embarrassingly, "No, but it barely catches the eye."

The handwriting she wrote today is really ordinary. If her mother sees it, she will definitely reprimand her.

The weather was fine in the afternoon, Gu Xiaoman and Xiaoyi spent the whole afternoon basking in the sun in the glass greenhouse.

In the study, after Fu Wenyao had an emergency meeting, he walked to the window and looked at the big and small ones in the greenhouse, the chill in his black eyes faded away.

He was about to go downstairs when his phone rang.

As soon as the call was connected, Tao Yan's voice came from the receiver.

"Sir, that person from the imperial capital agreed to our request to make an appointment to meet. However, they are going back today, and the specific time may depend on when they are convenient."

Fu Wenyao squinted his eyes and said lightly: "Yes."

"Okay, I'll reply right away. In addition, Ms. Ding has made an appointment with a plastic surgeon. She will have surgery in the next year, mainly for eyebrows and eyes. The renderings given by the plastic surgeon have been sent to your email."

Fu Wenyao went to the desk and clicked on the email, and saw the eyebrows and eyes that were almost like Gu Xiaoman in the picture, and the black eyes were covered with a layer of frost.

"Keep staring at her, I want to know the specific operation time and postoperative recovery time."

After hanging up the phone, he stared at the photo with a gloomy expression for a long time, then turned off the computer coldly, got up and left the study.

The time is just right, order noodles now, and make dumplings in the evening, Xiaoman will be very happy.