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

Behind him was the man's muscular chest. The temperature of the man's body was transmitted through the clothes, and Gu Xiaoman's ear tips instantly turned red.

Warm breath sprayed on her neck, Fu Wenyao's lips were almost attached to her ears, and the low and magnetic voice hit the eardrum one after another.

His voice was already very nice, but it was even more alluring to the ear when it was close to the ear.

Gu Xiaoman's whole body trembled, his ears felt like he was pregnant, and his legs felt a little weak.

She moved to move away from Fu Wenyao, her pretty face was so hot that it was about to smoke, and the scarlet color spread all the way to the base of her neck.

"You can teach me, don't get so close to me."

"All right."

Fu Wenyao's deep and magnetic voice sounded at the same time, and his warm body stepped back.

There was suddenly nothing behind him, Gu Xiaoman was inexplicably reluctant, his eyes couldn't help following Fu Wenyao's figure.

"Wow, Daddy has a pair of hands that can turn decay into magic!"

Hearing the baby's childish praise, Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyes to look at the white and fat dumpling in his hand, and put the dumpling on the plate unwillingly.

"It was an accident before, Xiaoyi, Mommy will wrap you up again, it's just as cute."

"Okay, okay."

Xiao Yi clapped his hands, looked at Gu Xiaoman with a smile, and waved his fists to cheer her on.

"Come on, Mommy, you can do it!"

Gu Xiaoman's self-confidence soared, he took a deep breath and picked up a piece of dumpling wrapper again, following Fu Wenyao's example, he wrapped it carefully step by step, and really made a decent dumpling.

Xiao Yi looked at the round, chubby and extremely cute dumpling in surprise, his eyes widened, and he murmured in amazement: "Wow, Mommy is amazing! She can make such a cute dumpling."

Gu Xiaoman smiled and kissed her on the cheek, feeling great satisfaction.

"That's right, Mommy will wrap another one for you."

Xiaoyi giggled and output rainbow farts crazily: "Although it's just a dumpling, Mommy has taken a major step on the road of being a chef. This is definitely a moment worth remembering in our family's history."

Gu Xiaoman was amused by her official words, "This is a bit too much, it's not that important."

"It's very important." Xiaoyi showed disapproval, "Compared to the fried kitchen before, Mommy has really improved a lot."

She opened her hands, trying to make Gu Xiaoman understand how big it was.

"What are you talking about! Did you say that to Mommy?"

Being exposed by Xiao Zai Zai, Gu Xiaoman blushed and glanced at Fu Wenyao, turned into anger from embarrassment, pinched Xiao Nai Tuanzi's face, leaving two flour marks.

Fu Wenyao looked at Xiao Yi with a smile, "Don't worry, Daddy won't give your mommy a chance to enter the kitchen."

"gentlemen!"

Gu Xiaoman glared at Fu Wenyao coquettishly, "Why do you say that?"

Xiao Yi happily watched the interaction between the two, stretched out his hand to reach for the dumpling wrapper, and looked eager to try.

"Daddy, I want to make dumplings too."

"Okay, Daddy will teach you."

Fu Wenyao took a mini dumpling wrapper, filled it with dumpling stuffing, and put it on the small hand of the little milk dumpling.

The little milk dumpling imitated his appearance and made crooked dumplings, with big eyes shining.

The three of them made dumplings for more than an hour, which was enough.

Looking at the five plates full of dumplings, Gu Xiaoman suddenly thought of the old lady in the old house of the Fu family, got up and took out the food box from the cabinet.

Fu Wenyao took Xiaoyi back after washing his hands, saw her filling dumplings, and asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

Gu Xiaoman carefully selected the dumplings made by Fu Wenyao, and replied without raising his head: "We can't finish eating so many, let's give some to grandma. She is too lonely in such a big old house."

Fu Wenyao bent down and put the little milk dumpling on the child seat, with a calm expression on his face.

"Don't worry, Fu Chengze and the others will spend the Spring Festival in the old house, and grandma will not be alone."

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman kept moving his hands, picked up several small packets of mini dumplings and put them in the food box.

"After all, it's a wish. After all, she is Xiaoyi's grandma Zeng, and she didn't say anything to Xiaoyi."

"Yes, yes, Grandma Zeng treated me very well."

Xiao Yi shook his fleshy legs, and echoed in a childish voice.

Fu Wenyao kissed her soft face, took the food box from Gu Xiaoman's hand, and told Ding Bo to arrange for someone to take it to the old house.

Fu's old house.

The old lady sat on the sofa and watched TV absently, looking in the direction of the door from time to time.

Yuqing poured a cup of hot tea and put it in front of the old lady, "Master Chengze said that there is a traffic jam on the road, and it may take a while to arrive."

The old lady took a sip of her tea and said in a deep voice, "Xiu Ping won't be able to come today, only Cheng Ze is here, and it's not even here yet."

Mr. Fu shook the newspaper in his hand, and said coolly: "If Wen Yao brings Xiaoman and Xiaoyi, it will definitely be very lively."

The old lady glanced sideways at him upon hearing this.

"You still have the nerve to say, if you had told me that there was an extra flirtatious woman around Wen Yao early on, and dealt with that woman early, Wen Yao would have severed ties with me for that woman?"

Mr. Fu sighed, put down the newspaper and took a sip of hot tea.

"I think that girl is pretty good. Children and grandchildren have their own blessings. As long as Wen Yao likes it, what are you doing? Can't you trust Wen Yao's vision? Besides, she is living with Wen Yao, not you. As long as Wen Yao thinks it's okay."

"What do you know!"

The old lady glared at him displeasedly, "That woman is capable, otherwise how could she be so fascinated by Wen Yao that the company doesn't care about her?"

Mr. Fu was about to speak when Qiao Bo hurried in from outside holding a food box.

"Madam, this is from Master Wen Yao."

The old lady's eyes lit up, and she hurriedly greeted Yuqing, "Hurry up and bring it here."

Yuqing smiled and took the food box from Qiao Bo, put it on the table and opened it.

Seeing the white and fat dumplings in the food box, the old lady narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"At first glance, it was wrapped by Wen Yao himself. Look at these round and fat ones, how lucky they are."

Hearing the words, the old man leaned over, saw the row of crooked mini dumplings, and laughed.

"These are supposed to be a small bag, right? They're only so small, yet they can make dumplings? You really deserve to be my great-granddaughter."

The old lady quickly looked at the row of crooked dumplings, and the smile on her face grew wider.

Qiao Bo smiled and said: "The people who came said that these are dumplings made by Master Wenyao and the young lady, and they were specially sent here, and they also wished you a happy new year."

"happy New Year Happy New Year."

The old lady looked at the cute dumplings in the food box a few more times as if she couldn't get enough of them, she recovered her senses and hurriedly greeted Yuqing.

"Go, go to the room and send the red envelope I prepared to my precious little great-granddaughter!"