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

She blinked playfully, glanced at the corner of Fu Wenyao's upturned mouth, and said coquettishly, "Sir, there is indeed something that needs your help."

She was so close that Fu Wenyao could smell the sweet fragrance of her body while breathing.

The lips, as delicate as rose petals, opened and closed, vaguely catching the lovely tip of the tongue inside.

Fu Wenyao's hand holding her suddenly tightened, his Adam's apple rolled up and down a few times, and his gaze fell on her delicate lips uncontrollably.

But the little woman didn't notice this, she was still acting coquettishly.

"Sir, I need a fair battlefield. I will handle the people behind the scenes, and the judges, especially Judge Fang, will be left to you, sir."

Her ending was very long, and she sounded obedient and soft, very cute.

Fu Wenyao's black eyes flashed, and the darkness inside became deeper and deeper. He suddenly grabbed his little wife's chin, leaned over and kissed the rose that belonged only to him.

The man's handsome and flawless face kept zooming in before his eyes, Gu Xiaoman blinked his eyes in astonishment.

Feeling the warmth and softness of her lips, she hooked her lips, closed her eyes with a light smile, and kissed Mr. Fu long and long in the warm sun of early spring.

The spring breeze picked up the fragrant wind from the garden and drifted past the tip of their noses ambiguously. This kiss seemed to be tainted with the fragrance of flowers.

After a long time, when Gu Xiaoman's waist finally couldn't hold it anymore, Fu Wenyao let go of her reluctantly.

With their foreheads touching, Fu Wenyao's dark eyes fell on the lips of his little charming wife, and he took a heavy and steady breath.

The delicate rose petals seemed to have been soaked by rain, they were very red, slightly swollen, and glistening with water.

It is becoming more and more delicate and attractive.

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled up and down heavily, and the hand on the back of Gu Xiaoman's head caressed her hair vaguely.

Capturing the intense emotions rolling in Fu Wenyao's deep black eyes, Gu Xiaoman's earlobe was burning red, and his delicate face was even redder than the roses in the garden.

The fingers held by Fu Wenyao couldn't help but move, she bit her lower lip, and whispered to remind Mr. Fu who was trying to restrain herself.

"Sir, it's still daytime... Besides, this is a garden..."

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, his breathing still hadn't calmed down.

The scorching breath sprayed on Gu Xiaoman's delicate cheeks, making her blush even more.

The man looked at her deeply, his voice was low and deep: "So?"

Gu Xiaoman's fingers trembled, and when he heard his lustful voice, his legs felt a little weak.

Fearing that Mr. Fu would not be able to restrain himself and force himself to play hooligans in the garden, Gu Xiaoman gently squeezed his fingers, trying to use the pain to bring Mr. Fu back to his senses.

The strength of the little wife's hand was pitifully light. Not only did Mr. Fu not feel the pain, but Mr. Fu almost couldn't help the hook.

Fu Wenyao closed his eyes, fearing that if he continued like this, he would really be unable to restrain himself from living in the garden and begging Gu Xiaoman.

He pursed his lips and let go of the hand holding the back of his little wife's head, and lay back on the recliner, raising his arms to cover his bloodshot eyes.

Finally being released, Gu Xiaoman hurriedly lay back on the couch, not daring to provoke him again.

After calming down his body's reaction, Fu Wenyao put down his hand, his long and narrow black eyes regained their coolness, and spit out a cold syllable from his throat.

"Judge Fang, you really should deal with it properly."

Hearing his words, Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded in agreement.

"The judge Fang took the money at a glance. Please check carefully, sir. Maybe he has done a lot of this kind of thing."

Fu Wenyao was very pleased with the little wife's appearance of complaining, and chuckled softly.

He took out his mobile phone and called Tao Yan.

"Come to Bishui Bay."

Poor Tao Yan was urged to go to work by his own CEO just after enjoying a day off.

Tao Yan took a deep breath, glanced at the popcorn in his hand, and said helplessly to the waiter, "I'm sorry, I won't buy movie tickets."

Thinking he was going to buy it online, the waiter didn't say anything, just nodded with a smile.

"Ok."

Tao Yan took a deep breath, and rushed out of the movie theater to Bishuiwan with the sweet popcorn in his arms.

After the phone call, Fu Wenyao put down the phone, kissed the back of the little wife's hand, let go of her hand and stood up.

"Go back to your room and take a nap when you're sleepy."

Gu Xiaoman was feeling comfortable in the sun, and he was so lazy that he didn't want to move.

She shook her head slightly, and looked at Fu Wenyao with half-closed eyes.

"I'll lie down for a while, you go to work."

After speaking, his eyes were closed.

Fu Wenyao shook his head amusedly, and told Mrs. Zhang to bring a blanket.

Although it was early spring, the wind was still a bit chilly, lest the little wife accidentally fell asleep, and the cold air would enter the body and make her feel uncomfortable.

Back in the study, Fu Wenyao entered the working mode in a second.

The little wife is so independent now, he has to become better and stand taller, so as to better protect his treasure.

The years here in Bishuiwan are quiet and peaceful.

The old lady was completely calm on the surface.

The little milk dumpling came back from school and saw the cake on the table. She smiled brightly and ran towards the coffee table with her short legs.

Afraid that she would fall, Yuqing worriedly said from behind: "Miss, slow down, don't fall."

Mrs. Fu, who was sitting on the sofa, thought that the little milk dumpling was running towards her, so she narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"Oh, it's really Grandma Zeng's sweet baby, come to Grandma Zeng quickly."

Xiao Yi originally went straight for the cake, but when he heard this, he turned his toes and rushed towards Mrs. Fu.

Afraid of bumping into the old lady, when she was about to run to the old lady's side, she deliberately slowed down, and almost reached the old lady's side.

Noticing her small movements, the smile on the old lady's face grew wider, and she couldn't help pinching the face of the little milk dumpling.

"Let Grandma Zeng see who this little boy is."

The little milk dumpling climbed up to the sofa and sat down, hugged Mrs. Fu's arm with her little hands, squinted her eyes with a smile, and acted softly: "It's Grandma Zeng's sweet baby."

"Hahahahaha."

Madam Fu was amused by her, and Yuqing couldn't help laughing as she stood beside her.

The atmosphere in the living room is cheerful and warm.

Gu Yunshi heard the sound of a car coming out of the room, and as soon as she reached the stairs, she heard the cheerful laughter of the old and the young, clenched her hands tightly, and frowned in disgust.

Ever since that bastard said those words in front of the old lady, the old lady has not been as kind to her as before.

Although he still routinely asked about her situation every day, that old face hardly ever showed a sincere smile to her.

What an immortal!

Yuqing heard the voice, looked up and saw Gu Yunshi standing on the stairs, the smile on her face instantly restrained.

Catching the flash of hatred in her eyes, Yu Qing frowned, retracted her eyes and chuckled to look at Mrs. Fu and Xiao Yi who were tired and crooked on the sofa.