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

conference room.

The reporter didn't dare to make a sound, and the whole conference room fell into silence, only the sound of Fu Wenyao rolling up Gu Xiaoman's sleeves was left.

The atmosphere was a little tense for a while.

Gu Xiaoman twitched his arm in embarrassment, and was held down by Fu Wenyao.

Gu Xiaoman only felt that the wrist held by Fu Wenyao was hot, and it seemed to burn all the way to his face.

The tips of her ears were red, and she couldn't help poking Fu Wenyao a few times with her hand under the table, her eyes signaled him to deal with it later.

The tips of the little wife's ears were flushed, and her delicate little face was also stained with a hint of pink, like a brilliant peach blossom blooming in March, the beauty was astonishing.

Fu Wenyao felt inexplicably irritated when he thought of the beautiful appearance of his little wife being shown in front of the public.

Those bullet screens that blatantly called Xiaojiao's wife "wife" flashed in front of his eyes, his thin lips were tightened, and a cold light appeared in his cold and deep eyes.

Fu Wenyao suddenly raised his hand to rub against Gu Xiaoman's cheek, his voice was low and magnetic.

"Hey, don't act like a baby, it will be fine in a while, and I won't hurt you."

His cold voice was full of tenderness and pampering.

Gu Xiaoman was a little embarrassed at first, but when he said this, his whole body was on fire.

Her delicate little face turned red, and the hand under the table unconsciously grasped Fu Wenyao's clothes.

Her bright eyes stared at Fu Wenyao, she was extremely charming.

If there were no reporters present, Fu Wenyao really wanted to taste what a shy little wife is like.

The reporter sitting across from him was completely numb, pretending that he didn't exist.

After being forcibly fed a wave of dog food, he was even in a daze.

I don't understand for a moment, why am I here?
Why is it here to illuminate this loving couple?
Xu was afraid that Gu Xiaoman would be really angry, so Fu Wenyao carefully disinfected the wound on Gu Xiaoman's arm without raising his eyes, and said coldly, "Aren't you going to do an exclusive interview?"

The reporter was shocked, and suddenly came back to his senses, and agreed with a dry smile: "Yes, yes, yes, we are going to do an exclusive interview."

Fu Wenyao threw the red cotton swab in his hand into the trash can, frowned, and said with some displeasure: "Go ahead, don't worry about me."

The reporter swallowed, almost wanting to roll his eyes.

He wanted to ignore Mr. Fu's existence, but Mr. Fu's aura was too strong.

Just simply sitting there, even helping Gu Xiaoman treat the wound, the noble and cold demeanor around him is still hard to ignore.

Like a high-ranking king, the reporter wished he could minimize his presence.

Because of Fu Wenyao's big Buddha, the reporter didn't dare to write any more ink, so he took the time to ask Gu Xiaoman a few questions, and then hurriedly ended the interview.

Gu Xiaoman was shocked by the reporter's speed.

She was also fortunate enough to do an exclusive interview abroad, but the other party only asked for an hour or two.

Unexpectedly, the reporter finished asking questions in less than 10 minutes, which was too...quick.

The wound was a little stinging, she gasped, and instinctively twitched her arm.

Fu Wenyao frowned, and there was a trace of tension in his black eyes.

"What's wrong? Did it hurt you?"

As he spoke, he leaned slightly, approached the wound on Gu Xiaoman's arm, opened his mouth, and blew gently.

Unexpectedly, he would make such a move, Gu Xiaoman sat stiffly on the chair, his eyes widened in shock.

Her little face was flushed, and the wrist held by Fu Wenyao was scorching hot, and the wound seemed to be on fire.

The whole person was so shy that he was a little incoherent: "My husband... you, you..."

Hearing her trembling voice, Fu Wenyao thought her wound was still hurting, so he opened his mouth and prepared to give her another breath.

Gu Xiaoman stretched out his fingers quickly to touch his thin lips, "Don't, don't move."

After all, she turned her head to look at the reporter with a blushing face, rather urging.

"Thank you for your hard work today."

The reporters are all human beings, so they couldn't understand the meaning of her words. They stood up dumbly, and quickly fled away from the conference room with the sour smell of love with their colleagues who were carrying the cameras.

The colleague carrying the camera came out of the meeting room and sighed: "I never thought that a person like Mr. Fu would be so provocative when he talks about love!"

The reporter nodded numbly, and couldn't help rubbing the goose bumps on his body.

That's right, Mr. Fu almost sent him away when he blew just now.

Also too sweet!

Looking at it, he wanted to find a boyfriend... no, a girlfriend...

He also wants to fall in love, hey!
The door of the meeting room closed, Gu Xiaoman tiptoed, and the office chair slid back, keeping some distance from Fu Wenyao.

Her bright eyes stared at Fu Wenyao coquettishly.

"Honey, there were people just now, how could you..."

How can you make such an intimate move!

That's a live broadcast!
Her heart was still beating so fast, the person on the other side of the live broadcast was afraid that she would be teased even more.

Now, she doesn't know how many more rivals in love she will have!
Originally, Fu Wenyao was already the dream lover of many famous ladies in Ningcheng, but now he was discovered to be so tender, so warm, so pampered and so flirtatious.

After that, wouldn't more people pounce on Fu Wenyao?
Thinking of this possibility, Gu Xiaoman pouted, visibly unhappy.

Fu Wenyao lowered his eyes and finished treating his little wife's wound. Seeing Gu Xiaoman's unhappy expression, his thin lips curled into a smile.

He got up, turned Gu Xiaoman's office chair, put his hands on the conference table, and trapped Gu Xiaoman in his arms.

"Okay, why are you unhappy?"

Wrapped in the familiar and pleasant scent of cedar, Gu Xiaoman relaxed almost instinctively.

She grabbed the hem of Fu Wenyao's clothes, pouted her small mouth, and said fiercely: "Husband, it was live broadcast just now, you acted so provocative, who are you seducing?"

Fu Wenyao lowered his eyes.

The little wife raised her small face, and looked at him with her clear eyes without blinking, her face full of accusations.

Fu Wenyao couldn't help but reach out and caress her delicate and tender cheeks, a faint smile overflowed from his lips.

"What, are you jealous?"

Gu Xiaoman's face instantly became fierce, and he bit his finger fiercely, his voice was indistinct.

"You...you asked knowingly!"

Fu Wenyao leaned over, pressed his forehead against Gu Xiaoman's, and sprayed warm breath on her face, making Gu Xiaoman tremble slightly.

He sighed softly, "Do you know how many people called your wife on the bullet screen before?"

"Huh? What?"

Gu Xiaoman blinked his eyes in a daze, unable to react for a while.

what?
Wife?

Someone called her wife on the barrage?

What the hell is this? !
Is there anyone who is brave enough to compete with Fu Wenyao?

Seeing the bewildered look of Xiaojiao's wife, Fu Wenyao's mood improved a lot.