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

Fu Wenyao frowned, looking worriedly at the bruise on her arm, his black eyes filled with distress.

"Why do you not care about yourself so much, is there any discomfort?"

After finding the ward, Gu Xiaoman focused all his attention on Fu Wenyao, and never paid attention to his injury.

The injury on the head has not been dealt with all the time, and he has not listened to the doctors and nurses to continue the infusion, and the head will feel dizzy from time to time.

She lowered her eyes with some guilt, held Fu Wenyao's hand and interlocked her fingers, smiling and shaking her head.

"There's nothing uncomfortable about it."

Knowing that Fu Wenyao might not believe her words, she blinked slyly, then suddenly raised her head and leaned in front of Fu Wenyao.

Big, clear eyes looked at Fu Wenyao's thin lips without blinking, breathing lightly, hinting ambiguously.

"If you don't believe me, sir, get well soon and come and check yourself."

She leaned very close, with a sly gleam in her bright eyes.

The sweet citrus scent wafted from her body and lingered on the tip of her nose. Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled a few times, and his dark and deep black eyes suddenly rolled.

His deep gaze fell on her lips as fresh as rose petals.

Sensing the man's burning gaze, Gu Xiaoman moved his fingers uneasily, blushed belatedly, and pursed his lips unconsciously.

Fu Wenyao looked away, tapped her forehead lightly with his fingers, and chuckled softly.

"Little villain, you know what I can't do to you now, huh?"

Gu Xiaoman stepped back with a strong desire to survive, laughing so hard that the branches trembled.

After pulling out the oxygen mask, Fu Wenyao was in good spirits and seemed to be recovering well.

In the middle of the afternoon, he frowned and looked towards the bathroom frequently, as if he was thinking about something.

Guessing that he was a clean freak, he wanted to scrub his body.

Gu Xiaoman shook his head helplessly, went to the bathroom to get a basin of hot water and brought it to the bed, and blushed to untie his clothes.

As soon as his finger touched the button of the hospital gown, Fu Wenyao grabbed it.

"No, I can wash it myself."

It's all like this, and you still want to take a bath by yourself? !
Gu Xiaoman almost laughed angrily at him, raised his finger to the electrocardiogram machine next to him, and said angrily, "Water can conduct electricity, sir, did you forget?"

The little wife was so angry that her cheeks bulged like a kitten with fried fur.

Fu Wenyao let go of her wrist begging for mercy, lying on the bed and letting his little wife unbutton his jacket one by one.

Seeing the thick gauze wrapped around his abdomen, Gu Xiaoman's anger disappeared instantly, and his eyes were sore.

Her eyes were red, she touched the gauze lightly, and there was a distinct nasal sound in her obedient voice.

"Does it hurt?"

Fu Wenyao rubbed her hair and comforted her: "It doesn't hurt, you forgot, the doctors are just bandaging up so scary."

Gu Xiaoman was stunned for two seconds when he heard the words, tears rolled down like beads with a broken thread.

When she said this at the time, she was actually coaxing Fu Wenyao, fearing that Fu Wenyao would worry about the wound on her forehead and not heal well.

Unexpectedly, Fu Wenyao would return this sentence to her.

She wiped her tears and said distressedly: "How can it not hurt? It must be very painful after being in the emergency room for so long. Don't do such stupid things in the future."

Fu Wenyao patted her on the back lightly in a reassuring way, and his thin lips parted slightly: "You are my woman, and it is my responsibility to protect you."

Gu Xiaoman's tears almost rolled down again.

She held back her tears, and carefully wiped Fu Wenyao little by little. After wiping off the wound, she gently put on his shirt.

When taking off his pants, Gu Xiao's face was flushed red.

As soon as her hand touched the waistband of her trousers, she glimpsed the fluctuating lines on the electrocardiogram, and she whispered: "Sir, your heartbeat..."

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, and said indifferently: "...you are like this, it is normal for me to react."

Gu Xiaoman didn't know how to refute Fu Wenyao's words for a while, so he took off his pants with a blushing face, and wiped them with his eyes closed.

Cibai's hand accidentally touched the root of his thigh, Fu Wenyao's whole body tensed up, and the electrocardiogram machine suddenly started to alarm frantically.

Gu Xiaoman was startled, and froze in place clutching the towel, blushing and reminding Fu Wenyao in a low voice.

"Sir, EKG... EKG..."

Fu Wenyao looked at Gu Xiaoman, who was so shy and at a loss, with a funny face, and chuckled lightly.

"I've seen it so many times, why are you so shy now?"

Gu Xiaoman was so ashamed that his whole body was about to smoke, wishing he could cover his mouth with a towel.

The door was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and the doctor hurried in.

"I heard the sound of the electrocardiogram alarm outside the door, what's the matter, what happened?"

Gu Xiaoman reacted very quickly and pulled up the quilt to cover Fu Wenyao. He lowered his head and picked up the water basin and hid in the bathroom as if fleeing.

Fu Wenyao was leaning halfway on the bed, his black eyes were fixed on the back of his little wife as if she was running for her life, and there was a light smile in her calm black eyes.

"It's nothing, just accidentally touched the machine."

"It's fine."

The doctor breathed a sigh of relief, and wanted to lift the quilt to check his wound with some anxiety.

After all, this is the crown prince of Jingui, if something goes wrong, no one can bear the consequences after Mrs. Fu is held accountable.

Before his hand touched the corner of the quilt, Fu Wenyao suddenly said, "When can I leave the hospital?"

The doctor hurriedly said respectfully: "Observe in the hospital for another week. If there is no problem, you can be discharged. After discharge, you should rest at home, do not do strenuous exercise, and be careful of the wound."

After Gu Xiaoman entered the bathroom, he stuck his ears to the door to listen to the movement outside the door, and when he heard this sentence, the stone that had been hanging in his heart finally fell to the ground.

The doctor said so, Mr. Fu should not have any major problems, just wait for the wound to heal.

After another day of infusion of business fluid, the doctor finally announced that Fu Wenyao could eat.

At noon that day, Nanyuan's private kitchen delivered porridge, chicken soup and other dishes suitable for patients.

The next day, when Gu Xiaoman went home to pack her things, thinking of how Fu Wenyao had cooked for her before, for some reason, she suddenly felt an urge to cook.

Although she's not very good at cooking, she should be able to cook porridge or something, right?
Vegetable porridge is so simple, it should be no problem, right?
After making up his mind, Gu Xiaoman looked up the recipe, opened the refrigerator and looked at the ingredients in the refrigerator, bought eggs and fresh vegetables online, put on an apron and started washing rice and cooking porridge.

Thinking of Fu Wenyao in the hospital, when cutting vegetables, she accidentally cut her finger, blood flowed out of the wound immediately, and sharp pain broke out instantly.

Tears rolled down her eyes in pain, and she subconsciously said, "Sir, my hands hurt so much."

It was only after I said that that I remembered that Fu Wenyao is still in the hospital.