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

Fu Wenyao looked down at her.

Gu Xiaoman held Fu Wenyao's big hand in his white and soft little hands, and gently wiped his fingers one by one.

The hair around her ears fell down, blocking her delicate and beautiful side face.

Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, and he raised his hair and gently pulled it behind her ears.

Gu Xiaoman rubbed his fingers habitually, pulled down his generous palm and interlocked his fingers, and casually threw the used wet tissue into the trash can.

She tightened the blanket around her body with one hand, looked up at Fu Wenyao, her clear eyes were shining with anticipation.

"Okay, sir, you can go."

"Ah."

Fu Wenyao nodded, led her out, stopped at the door, took a long down jacket from the cabinet, and wrapped Gu Xiaoman completely.

The down jacket looked like it belonged to Fu Wenyao. Gu Xiaoman almost mopped the floor when he put it on, and the sleeves were so long that he could sing on stage immediately.

She shook her sleeves and looked at Fu Wenyao, who lowered her head and zipped her zipper, amusedly, full of curiosity.

"Where are you going? The temperature in the glass greenhouse is very suitable, so you don't need to wear so many clothes."

Fu Wenyao zipped her up, put on the down jacket himself, and pursed his lips.

"You'll know where you are."

He looked mysterious, and Gu Xiaoman's heart seemed to be picked up by the paw of a little milk cat. He was so curious that he couldn't help urging: "Are you ready? Let's go."

Fu Wenyao grabbed the little wife who was about to run out with a happy face, and after watching her change her shoes, he led her out slowly.

The car was already waiting at the door. Seeing the two people coming out, the driver quickly got out of the car and respectfully opened the rear door.

Gu Xiaoman bent down and got into the car. Seeing that Fu Wenyao was seated, he immediately urged the driver to drive.

The temperature in the car was just right, and within a few minutes her hot forehead was sweating a little, and her sleeves were too long to zip up, so she poked Fu Wenyao helplessly.

"It's too hot, sir, help me zip up."

Fu Wenyao turned to look at her, only to find that Xiaojiao's wife was blushing, and tiny beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.

While zipping his little wife, he told the driver to lower the temperature of the air conditioner in the car.

Unzipping the zipper, Gu Xiaoman pulled his hands out of the down jacket, feeling alive at last.

Thinking about the unknown destination in her heart, she turned her head and looked out of the window. Except for the light of the street lamps, it was pitch black outside and she couldn't see anything clearly. She could only vaguely feel that this seemed to be the way up the mountain.

It was pitch black outside the window, and the black shadows of the branches were shaken by the wind. Gu Xiaoman withdrew her eyes in fear, and moved towards Fu Wenyao without a trace, until her legs were close to Fu Wenyao's. I feel a little more secure.

"Sir, are we going to the top of the mountain?"

Fu Wenyao took out a wet towel from the drawer and carefully wiped the sweat off her forehead, without noticing her movements, he nodded slightly.

There is a low mountain behind Bishuiwan. Gu Xiaoman took a look at it from a distance when he took Xiaoyi to have a picnic in the garden, and his impression was only the lush trees on the mountain, which seemed to be no different from the mountains in other places.

What is Mr. taking her to the mountain to do this late at night?
I don't know if that mountain has been developed. What if there are wild animals?

The more she thought about it, the more outrageous she became, until she finally managed to scare herself. Unknowingly, she shrank into Fu Wenyao's arms, her pretty face was still rubbing against Fu Wenyao's chest, trying to find more sense of security.

Only then did Fu Wenyao realize something was wrong, and looked down at Gu Xiaoman who kept shrinking into his arms.

There was no expected expectation and joy on her pretty face, but her clear and bright eyes were full of uneasiness and fear.

Fu Wenyao hugged her tightly in his arms and patted her on the back comfortingly.

"what happened?"

Even though Fu Wenyao was hugging her tightly, Gu Xiaoman still felt uneasy. She moved her legs, kicked off her shoes, and sat straddling Fu Wenyao regardless of her shyness.

Buried her delicate face in Fu Wenyao's neck and rubbed it, she said aggrievedly: "Sir, don't go to the top of the mountain, okay? It's late at night, it's dark outside, what if there are wild beasts?"

Fu Wenyao glanced at the tree that was blown black by the wind outside the window, frowned, and softly comforted Gu Xiaoman who was a little scared in his arms.

"Don't be afraid. Although this mountain has not been developed, people have been maintaining it. There are no beasts in the mountain. There are also very cute little rabbits, little squirrels, and deer."

"Really?"

Gu Xiaoman raised his face and looked at him in disbelief, "Is there a signal on the mountain? After going up, the phone will lose signal, right? What if Xiaoyi wakes up and can't get through to us?"

Her curly eyelashes were trembling uneasily like the wings of a butterfly about to fly, and her little hands grabbed his clothes tightly, her pretty little face was full of uneasiness and fear.

Unexpectedly, she would be so afraid of the mountain at night, Fu Wenyao frowned, feeling annoyed in his heart.

This is the first Spring Festival he spends with Xiaoman. Originally, he wanted to make the plan perfect so that Xiaoman could spend an impressive New Year's Eve. He completely forgot whether Xiaoman would be afraid if he made indirect remarks first.

It was the first time since he was born that he felt annoyed, regretted his decision for the first time, Fu Wenyao looked at Gu Xiaoman with more gentle eyes.

He lovingly kissed Gu Xiaoman's forehead, his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"Don't worry, there is not only a signal but also a network on the mountain. We are going to the hut on the top of the mountain. There is everything in the room, just like an ordinary house."

"So it is."

Gu Xiaoman leaned against Fu Wenyao's arms and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I didn't see a house on the mountain before, and you put so many clothes on me, I thought we were going to temporarily set up a tent."

Fu Wenyao patted her back comfortingly with his generous palm. Seeing that her mood had stabilized, he heaved a sigh of relief, and secretly decided that the next time he was preparing for a surprise, he must inquire clearly in advance.

After more than ten minutes, Rolls-Royce stopped in front of a beautiful glass house.

The driver got out of the car first and opened the rear door respectfully.

As soon as the car door was opened, the cold, damp wind blew in.

Gu Xiaoman was caught off guard by the cold wind, shrank back into the down jacket in a panic, and finally understood why Fu Wenyao insisted on putting on so many clothes for her before going out.

The mountain didn't look very high before, but the temperature on the top of the mountain was so cold.

As soon as his feet stepped on the slightly wet ground, a gust of cold wind howled over, Gu Xiaoman swayed, and was almost blown backward into the car by the wind.

She grabbed the car door with her hands and tried her best to stabilize her swaying body, her little face was full of panic.

Suddenly a strong arm came up around her waist, firmly holding her in her arms.