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

After the little girl finished speaking, she waved to Gu Xiaoman, turned around and trotted towards the black Maserati parked by the side of the road.

A man who looked like a driver got out of the driver's seat and respectfully opened the rear door for her, and the little girl climbed into the car with her butt pouted.

Gu Xiaoman withdrew his gaze, looked at the soft silk handkerchief in his palm, and chuckled softly.

No matter what, she still has Xiaoyi, she will never be alone again.

As for the child in Gu Yunshi's belly, I'd better go back and ask Mr. Fu.

She wanted to see how Mr. Fu explained this time!

The depression in his heart dissipated a lot, Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, bent over and lifted the bamboo basket full of roses at his feet, and took a taxi back to Bishuiwan.

Uncle Jiang happened to be outside, and when he saw Gu Xiaoman coming back with a basket of flowers, he smiled with eyes wide open.

"Oh, sir, he said he would pick up his wife later, why did the lady come back by herself, and bought so many roses, are they for the husband?"

Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyes to look at the hot roses in the basket, and didn't answer his words, but asked instead: "Is sir in the study?"

Uncle Jiang smiled and shook his head, pointing in the direction of the kitchen.

"A batch of fresh seafood arrived in the afternoon, and my husband is going to cook it himself, and he is processing the ingredients in the kitchen."

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to catch the bamboo basket in Gu Xiaoman's hand.

Gu Xiaoman turned slightly to avoid his movements, and said calmly: "It's not heavy, I can do it myself."

"well."

Thinking that she wanted to give it to Fu Wenyao herself, Uncle Jiang smiled so that the wrinkles on his face deepened.

He stood still and looked at Gu Xiaoman's back as he walked into the hall, and sighed regretfully.

The relationship between Mr. and Mrs. is so good. It would be great if the master and Mrs. were still there.

Gu Xiaoman walked into the hall with a bamboo basket and looked straight towards the kitchen.

In the open kitchen, Fu Wenyao's back was facing her, and his generous back looked very secure.

Gu Xiaoman paused, and the paternity test picture flashed before her eyes, and her hand holding the basket suddenly tightened.

She thought she had calmed down, but who knew, the moment she saw Fu Wenyao, sharp pain still spread from her heart, causing her brows to wrinkle and her eyes to turn red.

After her mother died, she had no home.

Over the years, she has learned to hide all the pain and discomfort in her heart, and learned to be independent and strong.

But after getting to know Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu almost pampered her in his palm, pried open her closed heart little by little, and walked in to hug her who was huddled in the corner.

Tell her with actions and facts that she can rely on Mr. Fu, she doesn't have to envy others, she also has a family.

But, if the child in Gu Yunshi's belly is really Mr. Fu's.

So, is this home still hers?

It is said on the Internet that no man is infallible, and the best marriage is to turn a blind eye and close one eye.

Mr. Fu is so outstanding, the ladies and daughters who throw themselves on Mr. Fu are like the gentlemen across the river.

Maybe, she should also turn a blind eye?

As long as she doesn't say anything, at least, in the next seven months, before Gu Yunshi's child is born, this family still belongs to her... right?

Gu Xiaoman laughed at himself, sat down on the sofa with the basket in his hand, put the bamboo basket on the coffee table, and stared blankly at the fiery red roses in the bamboo basket.

Do you really want to turn a blind eye?

The paternity test was like a thorn in her heart, disturbing her restlessness.

She was in so much pain that she really couldn't pretend that nothing happened.

Mrs. Zhang carefully selected flowers from the garden, and came in holding them. She saw Gu Xiaoman sitting on the sofa at a glance, and greeted her with a smile.

"Madam is back? Do I need to make you a pot of flower tea?"

Fu Wenyao, who was processing ingredients in the kitchen, turned around when he heard the sound, and he saw Gu Xiaoman sitting on the sofa.

He put down the lobster in his hand, took off his apron, and looked up at the time on his watch.

At this point in time, how did Xiao Xiao come back?
After carefully washing his hands in the sink and confirming that there was no fishy smell of seafood on his hands, he strode towards the sofa.

As soon as he walked into the sofa, he saw that the little wife's eyes were red, and she was staring at the roses on the table in a daze.

Seeing that Gu Xiaoman didn't answer her, Mrs. Zhang was hesitating whether to ask Gu Xiaoman again, but when she saw Fu Wenyao coming, she smiled and went to the second floor, leaving space for the young couple.

Fu Wenyao sat down next to Gu Xiaoman, looked at the little wife carefully, his brows furrowed sharply, and his knuckle fingers pinched the little wife's chin.

"Cry? Who bullied you?"

His voice was gentle, but there was a sharp and cold light in his long and narrow black eyes.

"Did someone radical on the Internet go to the company, or Gu Yunshi went to you again?"

Hearing the words Gu Yunshi, Gu Xiaoman's eyes finally moved, and he raised his eyes to look at Fu Wenyao coldly, with a mocking smile on his lips.

"Mr. Fu is really a prophet, he can guess everything. Since Mr. Fu is so powerful, why don't you guess what Gu Yunshi wants me for?"

The little wife's voice was still delicate and soft, but Fu Wenyao could hear a trace of sharp anger from it.

Like Xue Mei Niang wrapped in ice, although the inside is soft and soft, the outside is wrapped in a cold chill.

Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, and he stroked his little wife's red eyes with his thumb.

He had already guessed that Gu Yunshi would not be so peaceful, thinking that the old lady trapped Gu Yunshi in the villa, so she probably wouldn't have the chance to find his little wife.

But they forgot that now that the Internet is so developed, if Gu Yunshi really wants to find a concubine, there are plenty of opportunities.

The little wife raised her head, her expression was indifferent, her face was cold, but her eye sockets were extremely red, and her clear eyes were covered with a layer of mist, which was wet, but she held back her tears so that they would not roll down.

Fu Wenyao was so distressed by her stubborn look, he stretched out his long arms and directly hugged his little wife into his arms.

The generous palm caressed the little wife's back, and her voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"No matter what she says, Xiao Xiao will believe me, okay?"

With just one sentence, Gu Xiaoman understood that Mr. Fu knew it.

Mr. Fu knew that Gu Yunshi was pregnant!

As soon as this idea appeared, Gu Xiaoman's ears suddenly buzzed, leaving only a loud ringing in his ears, and almost no other sounds could be heard.

I was so distressed that I almost couldn't breathe.

Her slender hands grabbed the clothes around her heart, and she opened her mouth, but she couldn't utter a single syllable. Her face was pale, and tears rolled down in big tears, which wet Fu Wenyao's clothes.

Realizing that his wife was crying, Fu Wenyao clasped her shoulders distressedly, and faced Gu Xiaoman face to face, coaxing her in a hurry.

"Xiao Xiao, don't cry."

Gu Xiaoman put her delicate little hand on her heart, and tears kept rolling down her eyes. She looked straight at Mr. Fu and opened her soft lips.