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

He turned around and was about to look at the gurgling seafood soup boiling in the pot, when he heard footsteps gradually clear behind him, he turned his head with a smile.

"The kitchen is full of oily smoke, you sit and wait at the dining table."

"The old lady called you."

Gu Xiaoman handed the vibrating mobile phone to Fu Wenyao, looked into the pot, and couldn't help but drool.

Mr. Fu's cooking skills are getting better and better. This seafood soup is so delicious just by smelling it.

It happened that the seafood soup was ready, so Fu Wenyao scooped up a small bowl of soup and handed it to her.

"Little greedy cat, drink some soup to pad your stomach first, be careful not to burn it."

Holding the small bowl in both hands, Gu Xiaoman looked at the vibrating mobile phone on the cooking table, and blinked suspiciously.

"Sir, are you not answering the phone?"

Fu Wenyao scooped out all the seafood soup in the pot, as if he didn't hear what she just said, and walked to the dining table with the tray.

"Go to the dining table and drink, don't get hot."

"Oh well."

Gu Xiaoman looked away from the phone, and obediently followed Fu Wenyao with a bowl in his hand, and sat down at the dining table.

Fu Wenyao was so cute by her well-behaved appearance, he couldn't help rubbing her head.

"There are two more dishes, wait a little longer, it will be ready soon."

"Uh-huh."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, still thinking about the old lady's phone number, and reminded him: "Sir, please remember to call old lady back, in case old lady has something important."

A cold light flashed across Fu Wenyao's long and narrow eyes, he nodded slightly, turned and walked into the kitchen.

Gu Xiaoman stirred the seafood soup in the bowl, propped his chin with one hand and looked in the direction of the kitchen, wondering what the old lady was doing?
It should be more important, right?
Otherwise, I wouldn't have made several phone calls in a row.

In the kitchen, the mobile phone on the cooking table was still buzzing, and Fu Wenyao didn't answer the phone immediately.

His deep and deep eyes were completely cold, bottomless and cold.

Counting the time, the child in Gu Yunshi's womb has been three months. The old lady called him just to get his hair or something else, and use it to do a paternity test for the child in Gu Yunshi's womb.

Once the old lady knows that the child in Gu Yunshi's belly is not his, but Fu Chengze's.

The old lady will definitely call Fu Chengze to the villa, and Fu Chengze must know about it.

Now is not the time to let Fu Chengze know.

The bony fingers tapped regularly on the cooking table. When the phone was about to hang up, the slender fingers finally picked up the phone and pressed the answer button.

The old lady's deep voice came slowly from the mobile phone, with a faint hint of anger.

"What are you doing? Why haven't you answered the phone for so long?"

Fu Wenyao turned down the fire casually, and said calmly, "I'm preparing dinner."

The old lady was silent for a few seconds, and then said very disapprovingly: "Where is Mrs. Zhang? Have you asked for leave? Do you need to cook dinner yourself?"

As the old lady said, she went to call Yuqing.

"Yuqing, arrange a few servants to take care of Wen Yao in Bishuiwan. A gentleman stays away from the kitchen, so how can there be any reason for Wen Yao to cook dinner himself? It's not that there are no servants..."

"Sister-in-law Zhang didn't ask for leave, so don't bother Yuqing."

Fu Wenyao's brows were light, and he interrupted the old lady coldly.

The old lady frowned, and said earnestly: "Wen Yao, even if you are not the president of the Fu family now, you can't cook at home every day. What do you look like?"

"What about that woman? Why doesn't she cook? Why should you cook for her? She will enjoy it!"

The more the old lady spoke, the more sour she became, and she almost sat on a pile of lemons.

You know, she has never eaten Wen Yao's food.

Only on her birthday in a year, Wen Yao would take the initiative to cook a bowl of longevity noodles for her, why would that woman ask Wen Yao to serve her? !
Shouldn't she remove Wen Yao from the position of president of the Fu family?
If you are busy at work, why would Wen Yao cook at home?
What a disgrace!

Fu Wenyao frowned, his deep and deep black eyes were as cold as frost, and his words were as cold as ice and snow.

"Grandma, she is my legal wife and Xiaoyi's mother. She has a name, Gu Xiaoman."

His voice was solemn and serious, not to be questioned.

The old lady choked at what he said, heard the anger in his tone, and felt even more dissatisfied with Gu Xiaoman in her heart.

She frowned, suppressed the dissatisfaction in her heart, and changed the subject on her own.

"Wen Yao, come to grandma tomorrow morning, and I have something to tell you."

Fu Wenyao didn't intend to expose the old lady's intention, but said indifferently: "If grandma has anything to say, just tell me."

The old lady: "..." This is just an excuse, how can I say it straight?

Moreover, to get Fu Wenyao's hair, you have to meet in person. I said on the phone, how can I get my hair?
The old lady took a sip of her tea, and practiced Tai Chi without any nervousness: "Oh, it's hard to say, so I asked you to come here? Why, maybe it's because you don't even want to see grandma now?"

Fu Wenyao didn't like her at all, and refused very flatly.

"Not tomorrow."

The old lady gritted her teeth, and took the initiative to take a step back, "Then the day after tomorrow?"

"Not the day after tomorrow."

The old lady: "..."

Taking a deep breath of the anger in her heart, the old lady said coldly: "Then tell me, when are you free?"

Fu Wenyao's expression was dull, and he said calmly: "I don't have time recently. If grandma has something important, I'd better just talk about it. If it's okay, just hang up."

Fu Wenyao refused to enter, the old lady had no choice but to use her trump card.

"Well, I'm actually not feeling well, so..."

Fu Wenyao frowned. She didn't expect the old lady to even say this. It seems that the old lady wanted to ascertain as soon as possible whether the child in Gu Yunshi's belly belonged to the Fu family.

This is also normal, after all Gu Yunshi lives with the old lady now.

If the child in her womb is not Fu's, wouldn't she be raising a child for someone else.

Although he knew that the old lady was very anxious, Fu Wenyao was still very calm and unmoved.

"I don't feel well, I should see a doctor as soon as possible, the food is almost burnt, and I died."

After all, Fu Wenyao hung up the phone very neatly, not giving the old lady a chance to speak again.

in the villa.

Yuqing glanced at the old lady's expression, and saw that the old lady's face was serious, she was obviously angry, she asked cautiously: "Is it possible that Master Wen Yao has something to do and can't come?"

The old lady snorted coldly and threw the phone on the table.

"It's not that he can't come because of something, it's that he doesn't want to come at all."

The old lady frowned, and turned to look at Yuqing, "Yuqing, do you think he guessed my reason for letting him come back?"

"Probably not?" Yu Qing pondered and said, "Master Wen Yao cares so much about Gu Xiaoman, if he knew that Gu Yunshi was pregnant with his child, he would definitely not keep this child."