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

Seeing his little wife's fingers go down all the way, Fu Wenyao narrowed his black eyes slightly, and grabbed her troublesome little hand.

"Xiao Xiao, what do you want to do?"

Gu Xiaoman tilted his head, as if thinking about his question.

In the next second, the little wife leaned over, her lips as pink as rose petals pressed against his ears, and the smell of peach-flavored shower gel rushed into her nostrils.

The little wife's soft voice sounded from the ears, full of boundless bewitchment.

"Didn't the master promise Xiaoyi to give her little brothers and sisters?"

Fu Wenyao's long and narrow eyes suddenly rolled darkly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and the palm that was clasping the waist of the little wife was hard, turning over and pressing on the little wife.

His arms supported the soft mattress, his foreheads were pressed against each other, and his black eyes tightly grasped the clear eyes of his little wife.

"Xiao Xiao, do you know what you are doing?"

Gu Xiaoman blinked and wanted to nod his head, but his forehead was pressed against by a man and he couldn't move, so he could only softly whisper: "I know."

Fu Wenyao's eyes trembled, and he leaned over to pick the soft rose that belonged to him, when the soft voice of the little charming wife sounded again in the room.

"If sir wants a baby, I can give birth to him. Don't touch other women, okay?"

If Gu Xiaoman was sober, she would definitely not do such a bold thing, nor would she say such insecure, even humble words.

It's a pity that she is very drunk now, and she doesn't want to hide the little uneasiness in her heart at all.

I just want to vent my emotions, and when I see Fu Wenyao, I think of the paternity test that Gu Yunshi sent, and I just want to say everything in my heart.

There was a hint of crying in the little wife's soft voice, as if she felt wronged that her parents were about to have a second child, and she tried her best to show her parents that she would be good and not have a second child, okay?

Fu Wenyao seemed to be poured a bucket of ice water over his head, and the blood that was almost boiling all over his body suddenly froze, and he suddenly regained his senses from being bewitched by his little wife.

Touching the wet and red eye ends of his little wife with distressed fingertips, Fu Wenyao turned over and lay back on the big bed.

He clasped the waist of Xiaojiao's wife with his palms and hugged her into his arms, and promised softly and dotingly: "Xiaoxiao, I will never touch other women."

Gu Xiaoman was so drunk that he didn't seem to hear what he said, and was still muttering softly.

"I can have children too, why go to someone else?"

"A baby is the crystallization of love, a little angel. If you give birth to a baby, you must be responsible for the baby and give the baby a complete home. You don't know how to separate yourself, so how can you give it to another baby?"

"So, you can't let other women give birth to you. Unless..."

She pursed her mouth, hugged Fu Wenyao's waist tightly with her small hands, and buried her small face in his arms.

He murmured very reluctantly: "Unless, you don't want our family anymore. Then it seems that you can let other girls...uh..."

Before she finished speaking, Fu Wenyao pinched her chin and leaned over to cover her nagging pink lips.

Stuffing all the words he didn't want to hear back into his little wife's stomach, Fu Wenyao let go of her with deep eyes.

"Xiao Xiao, apart from you, I will not touch other women, let alone let other women conceive my child."

"really?"

Gu Xiaoman tilted his head, looked at Fu Wenyao innocently, remained silent for a few seconds, and stretched out his little hand to give Fu Wenyao a thumbs up.

"Then you are awesome!"

Fu Wenyao: "..."

Fu Wenyao seriously suspects that Gu Xiaoman is coaxing him like a junior.

He couldn't laugh or cry, but he hugged his little wife into his arms with great distress, kissed her smooth forehead lovingly, and sighed deeply.

"Xiao Xiao, it's my fault."

"It's my fault. I should find time to explain it to you earlier, and I shouldn't let you know about it from others."

Fu Xiuping's methods were dirty and ruthless, he didn't want to involve Gu Xiaoman in the old grievances, he was afraid that Gu Xiaoman and Xiaoyi would be injured, so he didn't tell Gu Xiaoman of all the plans.

Unexpectedly, Xiaoman was still hurt.

It was because he wasn't thoughtful enough and wrongly estimated the impact and harm that Gu Yunshi's pregnancy would have on Xiao Man.

He knew that Xiaoman was very insecure, but he never thought that Xiaoman would be so insecure.

Lovingly patting his little wife on the back, Fu Wenyao was about to say something when he suddenly felt wet on his chest.

Some hot liquid hit his chest, hurting all the way into his heart.

Fu Wenyao frowned, and touched the corners of Gu Xiaoman's eyes with his fingertips, and he really touched a piece of hot wetness.

A coldness flashed in the deep and deep black eyes, and was immediately replaced by deep distress.

Fu Wenyao stretched out his hand and pulled a paper towel to gently wipe the corners of his little wife's wet eyes, and coaxed softly, "Xiao Xiao, don't cry, it's my fault."

Gu Xiaoman let him wipe away his tears, buried his face on Fu Wenyao's chest, and said in a vague voice: "I don't want to cry, I don't know why my eyes can't help it. Sir, are my eyes broken?"

Fu Wenyao's distressed heart was about to break, and he gently stroked her back with his palm, and his voice was full of pampering.

"No, the little eyes are not broken."

Gu Xiaoman nodded seriously.

"Well, Xiaoxiao's eyes are not broken, Xiaoxiao can give birth to a baby."

As she spoke, she took Fu Wenyao's hand and placed it on her lower abdomen, shyness flashed in her eyes, but she still said firmly, "Xiaoyi grew up here little by little before."

Fu Wenyao has never regretted his decision so much as now.

He really should have confessed to Gu Xiaoman earlier.

This time, he really hurt Xiaoxiao.

Not knowing what Fu Wenyao was thinking at all, Gu Xiaoman was very drunk, like a clingy sweet bean, mumbling nonchalantly.

As everyone knows, every word is like a cold blade piercing into Fu Wenyao's body.

Tell him over and over again that Gu Xiaoman should not be concealed.

After more than an hour of fuss, Gu Xiaoman finally fell asleep under the influence of alcohol and Mr. Fu's coaxing.

Fu Wenyao rubbed the corners of her red eyes with his fingers, and his brows frowned slightly.

When Gu Xiaoman was fast asleep, Fu Wenyao got up and took out an ice pack from the small refrigerator in the room, wrapped it in a towel and carefully applied it to his little wife's eyes.

Poor Mr. Fu, it was the first time he saw his little wife dressed so nicely. Not only could he not eat such a charming little wife, but he also put his eyes on his eyes for most of the night in distress.

I was afraid that my little wife would wake up the next day with swollen and uncomfortable eyes.

At the same time, in the villa, Gu Yunshi had a good night's sleep.

Sunlight leaked from the gaps in the curtains, birds chirped, Gu Yunshi smiled and opened her eyes.

She had a good dream last night. She dreamed that she gave birth to two genius sons. Mr. Fu liked him so much that he divorced Gu Xiaoman on the spot and got a marriage certificate with her.