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

Just as Gu Xiaoman was about to answer, she suddenly felt a scorching gaze. She raised her eyes and looked over suspiciously, and met a pair of cold black eyes.

Feeling guilty for no reason, she gently patted Ye Siyu's hand away, and sat back on the chair with a blushing face.

Ye Siyu didn't notice Fu Wenyao and Lu Xiuwen who were walking towards this side, thought Gu Xiaoman was shy, and wanted to tease her.

She purposely leaned towards Gu Xiaoman, her red lips pressed against Gu Xiaoman's blushing ears, she breathed lightly, and said in a coquettish tone: "What's wrong?"

Warm breath sprayed on the ears and neck, Gu Xiaoman shivered sensitively, instinctively dodged to the side, and the blush crawled from the pretty face all the way to the root of the neck.

Fu Wenyao's handsome face was completely gloomy, he walked over quickly, and coldly glanced at Ye Siyu who was leaning on the armrest of Gu Xiaoman's chair.

He clasped Gu Xiaoman's waist possessively, leading her to stand up.

Gu Xiaoman exclaimed, and threw himself into Fu Wenyao's arms uncontrollably.

Before she could stand still, Fu Wenyao leaned over, put his lips against her ear, and said softly, "Xiao Xiao, it's time for lunch."

His thin lips were directly attached to his ears, and Gu Xiao's face turned red all over.

The sensitive part was touched, and she trembled all over, and the touched ears seemed to be on fire, causing her head to be dizzy from the burning, and she stuttered in response.

"Okay, okay."

Ye Siyu took the time to watch Fu Wenyao's possessive behavior, and curled his lips speechlessly.

Okay, the water poured out by the married sisters.

She lazily leaned back on her chair, casually looked up at Lu Xiuwen who was standing in front of her.

"Why are you here?"

Lu Xiuwen looked at her condescendingly, and stretched out his hand to her without saying a word.

Ye Siyu curled his lips, raised his hand proudly, put his plain fingers on his palm and stood up slowly.

As soon as he got up, he was pulled into his arms by the man.

She was startled, subconsciously wrapped her arms around Lu Xiuwen's waist, and pressed her face directly against his chest.

The next second, the man's deep and pleasant voice sounded from his ears: "I'm not coming, what are you going to do? Huh?"

Ye Siyu was stunned for two seconds, then suddenly came back to his senses, looked up at Lu Xiuwen, and blinked slyly.

"Could it be that Mr. Lu is jealous?"

Lu Xiuwen's black eyes were deep, and the hand clasping her slender waist suddenly tightened, hugging her even tighter, and his big palm gently rubbed her waist.

"What did you call me?"

I don't know where he bumped into, Ye Siyu's cheeks flushed suddenly, his legs were so weak that he could hardly stand, and he gave Lu Xiuwen a reproachful look.

"Stop messing around, Ash."

On the other side, Gu Xiaoman withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms with a blushing face, and waved to the little painter who was still obsessed with painting.

"Xiaoyi, it's time for lunch."

The little Naituan kept moving her hands, and nodded without raising her head when she heard the words, and said in a naive voice, "Well, I see, Mommy wait for me to play."

"Okay, don't worry, you finish this stroke carefully."

Gu Xiaoman leaned on Fu Wenyao and responded with a smile.

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, rubbing his palms against her waist through the clothes, and suddenly asked for no reason: "What were you talking about before?"

Gu Xiaoman didn't really want to talk about Chu Mei's dirty things, so he said casually, "Just chatting casually, I didn't say anything."

Fu Wenyao's eyes lingered on her chin, and a dark light flashed across her long and narrow black eyes.

The faces are almost pasted together without talking about anything?

Didn't talk about Ye Siyu, why did that woman hook your chin?
Gu Xiaoman was carefully identifying what Xiao Nai Tuanzi painted, but Fu Wenyao's gaze was too hot, she couldn't ignore it, and turned her head to look in doubt.

Noticing that Fu Wenyao's gaze fell on her chin, she touched her chin suspiciously.

"Is there something on my chin?"

Fu Wenyao hummed inexplicably, lifted her chin, took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped her clean chin, which was not stained with any dirt.

He acted seriously, Gu Xiaoman really thought that something was stained on his chin, and let him wipe it obediently with his head up.

In that room, Ye Siyu had just coaxed Lu Xiuwen, who seemed to be soaked in the vinegar jar, when he turned his head and saw Fu Wenyao was slowly wiping Gu Xiaoman's chin as if wiping some dirty thing, and a black line appeared on his head.

She opened her eyes in disbelief and carefully watched Fu Wenyao's movements, fearing that her own eyesight had wronged Fu Wenyao.

In the next second, I saw Fu Wenyao throwing the used handkerchief into the trash can without changing his expression.

Ye Siyu: "..."

Excuse me, what kind of bacteria am I? !
"What are you looking at?"

Lu Xiuwen's deep and pleasant voice hit the eardrums.

Ye Siyu was in a fit of anger. Hearing this, he glared at him angrily, and said angrily, "What are you stinking men thinking about all day? Do you also eat women's vinegar? Are you afraid that you will become sour?"

Lu Xiuwen misunderstood that she was upset, and immediately squinted at Gu Xiaoman, who was leaning on Fu Wenyao's arms, as if he was facing an enemy, and changed direction to stand between Ye Siyu and Gu Xiaoman.

Seeing his actions, Ye Siyu: "..."

Forget it, what about love?

The little painter finished the last stroke in satisfaction, put down the brush, obediently rubbed his fleshy little hands with an interest-free hand wash, and then ran towards Gu Xiaoman with his short legs.

"Mommy, Daddy, go and eat, I'm hungry."

Fu Wenyao smiled and bent down to pick her up, and kissed her soft little face.

"Okay, let's take you to dinner."

Gu Xiaoman stood on tiptoe and kissed the little milk dumpling, turned his head to greet Ye Siyu to eat, but met Lu Xiuwen's tall and straight back.

She was stunned for two seconds, then said with a smile, "Siyu, Mr. Lu, let's go back to have lunch."

"Ok."

Ye Siyu looked at the little Naituan with bright eyes, and wanted to kiss the little Naituan as soon as he took a step, but he felt the pull of his wrist just two steps away, and looked back suspiciously.

Lu Xiuwen stood where he was, staring at her with black eyes without blinking, and remained silent.

Ye Siyu inexplicably saw a trace of grievance in his black eyes, and couldn't help shaking the hands they were holding.

"Ash, what's wrong?"

Lu Xiuwen took two steps forward, resting his big head on her shoulder, and said in a low voice, "Is it important for me or Gu Xiaoman?"

It was rare to see his weak side, and Ye Siyu felt sour while being novel.

She raised her hand to stroke Lu Xiuwen's hair, and comforted him softly: "I was just looking at the little milk dumpling, it's really cute."

Hearing this, Lu Xiuwen clenched the hand hanging by his side, and then slowly released it after a long time.

He knew that Ye Siyu liked children very much, so he really wanted to say, if you like, we will have one too.

Then he thought about the information he had investigated, and swallowed the words when they came to his lips.