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

Worrying that his wife was hungry, Fu Wenyao told the driver to drive directly to the nearby cake shop.

They were lucky. When they arrived, a batch of cakes had just been baked in the shop.

Probably because he was hungry, seeing the fragrant and soft cake, Gu Xiaoman couldn't help but began to salivate.

She didn't have any particular preference for cakes, so she chose a cream cake at random.

As soon as she saw the cake, she remembered how little Naituanzi was greedy for cake, and she couldn't help chuckling.

Seeing that she only chose a small piece of cake, Fu Wenyao rubbed her hair.

"Choose something else?"

Gu Xiaoman came back to his senses, picked some of Xiao Yi's favorite food, and put a few donuts on the plate.

"Okay, that's all."

You can't buy too much for the little milk dumpling, or the little girl's teeth won't be able to bear it.

When paying the bill, Gu Xiaoman took out the small cake he had chosen for himself, and told the waiter with a smile.

"Please wrap these individually, thank you."

Hearing her words, Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows, glanced at the desserts on the plate, and his black eyes flashed with clarity.

"These are for Xiao Yi?"

"Yeah." Gu Xiaoman nodded with a smile, "When I saw cakes, I thought of her, so I bought some and sent them to her."

Thinking that Gu Yunshi was still living with the old lady, even though Gu Xiaoman would never go into the villa every time he went to see Xiao Nai Duanzi, it was hard to guarantee that Gu Yunshi would make trouble.

Fu Wenyao's long and narrow black eyes sank, he took the packaging bag handed over by the waiter and held it in his hand, leading Gu Xiaoman out of the cake shop.

"Aren't you hungry? Go back to eat first. These people just send them over."

She was thinking about the game in the morning, she didn't have a good breakfast, and now she is really hungry.

The little milk dumpling is still in the kindergarten at this time, and she won't be able to see it even if she goes to the old lady now, so why not go back to eat first.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman nodded, "Alright."

Fu Wenyao got into the car with his arms around her, and told the driver to take them to Bishui Bay, and then deliver the cake to the old lady.

Back in Bishuiwan, Gu Xiaoman washed his hands and went straight to the dining table.

Hearing that she was hungry, Mrs. Zhang prepared a very rich lunch.

After eating a bowl of fragrant chicken soup, Gu Xiaoman squinted his eyes in satisfaction, finally feeling alive.

There are cameras everywhere in the venue of the rising sun competition. She has been tense and pays special attention to every word and deed to avoid being found out.

After all, netizens have identified her as plagiarism, and during this period of time they have carried out various personal attacks on her every day.

The front desk lady has to deal with a lot of deliveries sent to her by activists every day.

She didn't want to give any more talk to those radical melon eaters.

Back in Bishuiwan, in the familiar environment, she can finally relax, no longer tense.

Noticing her change, a smile flashed across Fu Wenyao's black eyes, he picked up a piece of fish meat and put it in a bowl, carefully picked out the fishbone, and put it into Gu Xiaoman's bowl.

Gu Xiaoman smiled with eyebrows flying, "Thank you sir."

Fu Wenyao likes to feed Gu Xiaoman very much, and finally caught the opportunity to feed her with serving chopsticks from time to time.

Even saving the food, Gu Xiaoman eats without looking up.

Although she was very hungry before, she still restrained herself and put down her chopsticks when she was [-]% full.

Except when practicing Jiu-Jitsu, she doesn't like exercising very much and can only rely on diet to keep in shape.

Fu Wenyao was happy to be feeding, but when she saw her put down her chopsticks, she stopped with some regret.

The weather is very nice today.

After lunch, Gu Xiaoman took a book and nestled on the deck chair in the garden, not wanting to move.

Fu Wenyao did not go to the study, but followed her to the garden.

After Mrs. Zhang cleaned up the kitchen, she made a pot of black tea, made a plate of snacks and sent them to the garden on a tray.

Fu Wenyao poured Gu Xiaoman a cup of hot tea, "Do you still want my help this time?"

Gu Xiaoman was drowsy from the sun, and when he heard this sentence in a daze, he looked sideways at Fu Wenyao.

"what?"

Fu Wenyao sighed helplessly.

There are as many people in Ning Cheng who want Mr. Fu's help as Guo Jiang Zhiqing, and there are even people who want to ask him for help, so they go all over the place, although they may not even see him in the end.

When he arrived at this little woman, he rushed to help, but Gu Xiaoman didn't listen to him at all.

Mr. Fu tasted the fresh feeling carefully, and repeated it patiently: "You still don't want my help this time?"

Knowing that he was talking about the Rising Sun competition being framed for plagiarism, Gu Xiaoman shook his head and firmly refused.

"No, I've prepared for it, they won't make any waves."

The little wife's eyes were shining, and she had an expression of winning, which did not leave any room for Mr. Fu to play.

Mr. Fu, who was in Ningcheng, felt a sense of crisis inexplicably at this moment.

It seems that Gu Xiaoman can live well without him.

After Gu Xiaoman finished speaking, he didn't hear Fu Wenyao's answer for a long time, and turned to look at him suspiciously.

Seeing Fu Wenyao's furrowed eyebrows, she blinked.

Why are you still angry?
Could it be that she was angry because she refused Mr. Fu's help?
How do you act like a child?
Gu Xiaoman shook his head with a broken smile, stretched out his plain white hand to grab Fu Wenyao's index finger, and shook it coquettishly.

"Okay, don't be angry, it's not impossible for you to help."

Mr. Fu wanted to help, so he ignored the previous sentence and looked at Gu Xiaoman with dark eyes.

"Ok?"

Seeing that although his face was sullen, but the corners of his lips could not help but curl up, Gu Xiaoman smiled brightly, and his bright eyes curled up.

Mr. Fu is really... extraordinarily coquettish.

With a sigh in her heart, she unconsciously ticked Fu Wenyao's palm with her fingers.

Fu Wenyao was immersed in her bright smile, and suddenly his palms itched lightly, as if being lightly stepped on by a little milk cat, itching all the way to his heart.

He suddenly grabbed his little wife's troublesome little hand, his black eyes locked tightly on her body, and motioned Gu Xiaoman to continue talking.

Gu Xiaoman looked at the extraordinarily serious Fu Wenyao with a funny face, his brows were raised slightly, and there was a pleasant smile on the corner of his mouth.

"I probably already guessed what's going on. And I also have a stolen video of the planning case in my hand. As long as someone investigates the evidence of her contact with Shaw's planner, the matter can basically be resolved."

Fu Wenyao caressed her porcelain-white and smooth palm, actively soliciting jobs for himself.

"You can ask Tao Yan to investigate."

Gu Xiaoman originally wanted to contact the private detective who has been using him all the time, but he was afraid that he would be unhappy, so he nodded with a smile, "Yes."

Fu Wenyao's complexion really improved a lot.

Gu Xiaoman couldn't help chuckling, with the other hand supporting the armrest of the recliner, he raised his upper body and leaned in front of Fu Wenyao.