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

Seeing that the doctor was about to break out in cold sweat, Gu Xiaoman pulled Fu Wenyao's sleeve in embarrassment, glared at him, grabbed the list and dragged Fu Wenyao out of the doctor's office with a dry smile.

The staff has taken the injury report card.

"Miss Gu Xiaoman, then I'll go back first, and I may need to ask you to go to the police station to give us a statement later."

"Okay, I see, thank you for today."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, waved his hand to say goodbye to the staff, and then quickly pulled Fu Wenyao, who was looking gloomy, into the car.

As soon as the car door was closed, Gu Xiaoman stuffed the things in his hand into Fu Wenyao's arms, and looked at him angrily with his mouth pouting.

"Why are you embarrassing the doctor? He didn't do anything wrong."

The little wife was like a kitten whose hair was blown, after finishing speaking angrily, she turned her back to him, looking very angry.

Fu Wenyao narrowed his eyes and carefully put away the list in his arms, the medicine and gauze prescribed by the doctor, stretched out his long arms, and brought his little wife into his arms.

Gu Xiaoman was angry, and caught off guard, he was thrown back, and his back crashed into a warm and broad embrace.

In the next second, it seemed that the man's chin rested on her hair, and the man's deep and magnetic voice came from above his head.

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

After the words fell, the man sighed lowly, and stroked her injured arm with his other hand.

Gu Xiaoman's heart suddenly softened into a ball, and the previous anger was more like a balloon that was punctured.

She moved her body, changed to a more comfortable position, and let herself lean into Fu Wenyao's arms.

Su Bai's slender hand held the man's generous palm, played with Fu Wenyao's bony fingers, and took the initiative to admit his mistake.

"Husband, I was wrong, I shouldn't pay attention to hurting myself."

In a place that Gu Xiaoman couldn't see, Fu Wenyao looked at the gauze on her arm deeply, the pampering in his deep black eyes faded away like a tide, leaving only the coldness.

After not hearing him speak for a long time, Gu Xiaoman swallowed nervously.

Supporting the seat with his hands, he turned his head carefully to look at Fu Wenyao's face.

As soon as she turned her head, the man grabbed the back of her head and kissed her heavily.

This kiss was full of punishment, and Fu Wenyao even bit her delicate lips hard like rose petals.

"hiss……"

Gu Xiaoman frowned slightly, gasped in pain, but did not resist, obediently raised his face to bear the man's punishment.

But because of her small exclamation, Fu Wenyao froze, and pitifully lightened his strength.

In the car, there was only the ambiguous sound of water and the gradually rapid breathing of the two people.

Even though he had already opened the baffle in the car as soon as he got in the car, Gu Xiaoman was still afraid that the driver would hear the noise, and his face was hot.

In normal times, she would have pushed Fu Wenyao away ferociously.

But today, there was a mistake first, and Gu Xiaoman, who was guilty, was like a kitten who only did something wrong and tried his best to please his master. He let the master "rua" her, not only did not resist, but also rubbed himself in the master's arms flatteringly.

Well-behaved.

Fu Wenyao's heart softened into a ball, and his movements were as gentle as kissing a priceless treasure.

It wasn't until Gu Xiaoman's legs went limp that Fu Wenyao let her go panting.

As soon as he was released, Gu Xiaoman looked straight at Fu Wenyao with a pair of watery and bright eyes, and asked cautiously: "Sir, don't be angry with me, okay?"

The little wife's eyes were wet, like obsidian washed countless times by spring water, bright and charming.

The ends of the eyes were slightly red, adding a bit of pitifulness and innocence.

The delicate lips were even slightly swollen, like rose petals beaten by rain.

He lovingly touched the end of Gu Xiaoman's reddened eyes, his dark and deep eyes were full of doting.

"Squeamish!"

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman pursed his mouth, threw himself into his arms, and defended himself unhappily.

"I'm not so squeamish, my mouth is swollen from kisses, I didn't say anything."

The tip of his nose was filled with the sweet smell of Xiaojiao's wife. Fu Wenyao rolled his Adam's apple up and down a few times, crossed his long legs calmly, and suddenly exerted force on his hand clasping Xiaojiao's slender waist.

Gu Xiaoman lay softly in his arms, thinking that Fu Wenyao had calmed down, so he blinked slyly.

She knew that as long as she acted like a baby, Mr. Fu would calm down.

Gu Xiaoman was so sweet in his heart that he couldn't help getting up and quickly kissed Fu Wenyao on the chin.

"Honey, I love you."

Her voice was delicate and soft, like honey, so sweet.

Fu Wenyao narrowed his black eyes slightly, and looked at his little wife who was smiling brightly. The corners of his lips raised uncontrollably, and a doting smile appeared in his long and narrow black eyes.

He stroked Gu Xiaoman's slender waist with his palm, and said in a cold voice, "Don't act like a baby."

Gu Xiaoman's whole body froze, his bright eyes widened, his delicate little face turned red, and the tips of his ears were so red that he was about to bleed.

Who... who acted like a baby.

She pinched Fu Wenyao's arm angrily, and made up her mind not to talk to Fu Wenyao until she returned to Bishuiwan.

When we arrived at Bishuiwan, Mama Zhang had already prepared dinner.

Seeing the blood on Gu Xiaoman's sleeve, Uncle Jiang sighed, his eyes widened, and he looked Gu Xiaoman up and down to see if there were any other injuries on her body.

"What's the matter, why did you get injured after going to work so well?"

Gu Xiaoman changed his shoes, and seeing Uncle Jiang's worried face, he remembered how his grandfather cared about her before, and his eyes were a little sore.

"It's nothing, I just scratched it accidentally, it just looks scary, but it's actually nothing wrong."

She wanted to reassure Uncle Jiang, and as she spoke, she raised her hand and waved it in front of Uncle Jiang, proving that there was really nothing wrong.

When Uncle Jiang saw her movements, his face became more worried, and he hurriedly said: "Quickly stop, stop, I know."

"Dinner is ready, hurry up and go back to your room to rest."

Uncle Jiang led the two of them towards the dining table, and took the initiative to open the chair for Gu Xiaoman, his eyes full of worry.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman raised his hand to take the bowl, Uncle Jiang immediately stopped him.

"Ma'am! Wait!"

Gu Xiaoman was taken aback, quickly withdrew his hand, and turned to look at Uncle Jiang blankly.

"What, what's wrong?"

Uncle Jiang gave Fu Wenyao a reproachful look.

The young master is really a piece of wood, and the young mistress' arm is injured, so she doesn't know how to feed the young mistress.

Could it be that the two are still arguing?

Speaking of which, the two usually hold hands when they come back, laughing and chatting.

After the young mistress came back today, she hasn't said a word to the young master yet.

Alas, the young master is such a fool.

Even if it's awkward, why don't you know how to grasp such a good opportunity, and keep a straight face!

When the young mistress ran away, there would be plenty of time for him to cry.