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

She glanced lightly at the smoky comments, without the slightest fluctuation in her clear eyes.

"looking at what?"

A damp body was attached behind him, and the scent of shower gel mixed with moisture rushed into his nostrils, and Gu Xiaoman, who smelled so good, couldn't help but sniff his nose.

The warm breath sprayed on the ears and neck, Gu Xiaoman's ears turned red, and he forgot to turn off the comments for a moment.

The water droplets hit the screen and made a "click" sound. She suddenly came back to her senses, and quickly turned off the comments, and directly set the settings to turn off comments.

Turning back in a panic with a red face, the honey-colored skin with distinct texture and dripping water directly hits her eyes.

Fu Wenyao must have just taken a shower, so he only wore a towel around his lower body.

The hair was scattered and lazily resting on the sharp eyebrows, dripping water continuously.

The water droplets slid across his handsome cheeks, slid all the way down the superior jaw line, rolled down from the Adam's apple, slid all the way along the chest, past the well-defined eight-pack abs, and finally disappeared into the bath towel.

Gu Xiaoman's gaze slid all the way along with the continuously rolling water droplets, staying on his well-defined abdominal muscles, he was so fascinated that he couldn't take his gaze away.

Water droplets hang on the abdominal muscles one by one, and they rise and fall with breathing, looking very elastic.

She still remembers that touch, which makes people love it.

Gu Xiaoman's fingers propped on the bed curled up a few times, and he couldn't help wanting to touch it again.

Seeing the impulsiveness in her eyes, Fu Wenyao's thin lips slightly curled up, and his long and narrow black eyes smiled happily.

He stretched out his hand suddenly, grabbed Gu Xiaoman's slender wrist, and took her porcelain-white soft fingers to place on the damp abdominal muscles.

The fingertips were attached to the smooth and tender skin without barriers, Gu Xiaoman stared blankly at the abdominal muscles in front of him, swallowed, and couldn't help poking with his hand.

That's right, it's the touch, it's really nice to touch!

Her eyes lit up, and she poked and poked fondly.

Taking advantage of her obsession, Fu Wenyao leaned over slightly, picked up the iPad with his arm over her, and clicked on the browsing history.

Knowing what happened at a glance, and seeing those unsightly insults, Fu Wenyao's face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

Ru Mo's black eyes were covered with a layer of frost, and the surrounding temperature dropped a few degrees.

Gu Xiaoman shrank from the cold, and suddenly came back to his senses, reluctant to let his palms leave his super-tactile abdominal muscles, and looked up at Fu Wenyao with a blushing face.

Seeing the iPad in Fu Wenyao's hand, she froze, and quietly glanced at the man's expression.

Knowing that Fu Wenyao was angry because of those unreasonable insults on the Internet, she poked her abdominal muscles under her palm and bit her lip.

"Sir, those people are talking nonsense, don't be angry."

Fu Wenyao silently wrote down the IDs of the most aggressive sales accounts with rhythm bands, put down the iPad, and lovingly kissed her on the forehead.

His black eyes were full of displeasure.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Gu Xiaoman curled his hands unconsciously, lowered his eyes, and said in a low voice: "I only found out at noon, and Siyu and the others are here in the afternoon, so I can't tell you."

"Besides, I don't think it's really a big deal. Those people are just chasing rumors and copying what others say. I just know I haven't done it."

As she spoke, she raised her head and looked at Fu Wenyao again, the corners of her mouth curled up, revealing a sincere smile, her bright eyes bent into crescents.

Fu Wenyao's black eyes were heavy, looking at his well-behaved little wife, he raised his hand to stroke her hair, and his voice softened.

"No matter what, you can't let them pour dirty water on you like this."

After saying that, he picked up the mobile phone on the table, turned around and was about to call Tao Yan.

Knowing that Fu Wenyao was caring for her, Gu Xiaoman's heart was sweet and bubbling.

However, she was actually very happy to see it come to fruition, as it had become so violent.

The more violent this incident is, the more people pay attention to it, the more people can be driven into a trough.

She believed that Zhao Jiarong must be waiting too, and would probably bite her back in the final.

When the time comes, she will throw out the video to fight back, so that she can severely injure Zhao Jiarong and nail Zhao Jiarong to the pillar of shame.

Thinking of this, she hurriedly grabbed Fu Wenyao.

"Sir, don't."

Fu Wenyao looked down at her, "Huh?"

Facing the sharp black eyes of the man who seemed to be able to see everything, Gu Xiaoman had no choice but to come out and confess.

After explaining the ins and outs of the incident, Gu Xiaoman blinked, and poked Fu Wenyao's abdominal muscles guilty.

"Sir, don't meddle in this matter, okay? I can handle it, really."

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply and remained silent.

The man obviously didn't believe her, Gu Xiaoman was so anxious that he wanted to swear on the spot, saying that he could really handle it well.

She blinked her eyes, used her trump card, shook Fu Wenyao's arm coquettishly, and said softly, "Sir, just trust me once, okay? I can really handle it."

Fu Wenyao's face was calm and he didn't say a word.

Seeing that he was unmoved, Gu Xiaoman bit his lip in annoyance, suddenly thought of something, climbed to the other side of the big bed, touched the mobile phone on the bedside table, clicked on the video of Zhao Jiarong's stealth plan, and anxiously handed it to Fu Wenyao .

"Sir, you see, I really have evidence. The hotter this matter is, the better it is for me. As for those jumping clowns, they won't be around for long."

After watching the video with a sullen face, Fu Wenyao casually sent the video to himself, his complexion improved a lot, and he reluctantly nodded in agreement.

"yeah!"

Gu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, and he happily compared his hands with scissors.

She stood up, rushed over and hugged Fu Wenyao, exuding happiness and excitement all over her body.

"Mister is the best, I knew he would agree! Sir is super nice, I love sir!"

Hearing the last sentence, Fu Wenyao was startled, a dark light flashed across his black eyes, and he pressed Gu Xiaoman's shoulder to face her.

"Xiao Xiao, say it again."

Gu Xiaoman looked at him in confusion, thinking that Fu Wenyao liked her complimenting him, and opened his mouth with a smile to make a string of rainbow farts.

"Sir is the best gentleman in the world. In my previous life, I must have saved the galaxy to have such a good gentleman."

After finishing speaking, seeing Fu Wenyao seemed a little dissatisfied.

She was stunned for two seconds, thought for a moment, and blushed, leaned over and kissed Fu Wenyao's cheek.

Now, you should be happy, right?
Gu Xiaoman blinked shyly, quietly watching Fu Wenyao's face.

She didn't see the happy expression she imagined on Fu Wenyao's face, she blinked suspiciously, thinking that Fu Wenyao was still dissatisfied, and said obediently: "Mister is super nice, the best and best gentleman in the world."

Fu Wenyao wrapped his arms around her waist, his black eyes as deep as a pool locked tightly on her body, coaxing in a low voice.

"It's not this sentence, Xiao Xiao think about it again."