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

Uncle Jiang smiled lovingly at Gu Xiaoman, "Young Mistress, your arms are inconvenient, please don't hold chopsticks, don't strain your wound."

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

She looked down at the gauze wrapped around her arm, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Isn't the wound on her arm just a small gash?Why can't you even hold the chopsticks?
She couldn't laugh or cry and said: "Uncle Jiang, my arm is really fine, it's just a small cut, and it will heal in a few days."

Seeing the disbelief on Uncle Jiang's face, she twitched the corners of her mouth, trying her best to look serious.

"Really, Uncle Jiang, he doesn't even have stitches."

Uncle Jiang still had an expression of disbelief.

Gu Xiaoman had no choice but to look at Fu Wenyao for help.

"If you don't believe me, you can ask sir, the wound on my arm is really a small cut, it's nothing serious."

Hearing this, Uncle Jiang turned his head to look at Fu Wenyao. Seeing that Fu Wenyao was slowly peeling shrimp with his eyes downcast, he frowned furiously.

Why didn't he realize before that the young master is so stupid!

Being stared at by two pairs of eyes, Fu Wenyao didn't seem to notice. After peeling the shrimp, dipped some seasoning on it and handed it to Gu Xiaoman's lips.

Under Gu Xiaoman's expectant gaze, he said lightly: "Uncle Jiang is right, your arm is injured, don't move your chopsticks, I'll feed you."

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Gu Xiaoman: "!!!"

Looking at Fu Wenyao with wide eyes in disbelief, Gu Xiaoman lost his temper at all.

She didn't even want to fight, but Mr. Fu would lie with a red face.

Compared to Gu Xiaoman's shock, Uncle Jiang could be said to be so guarded that the clouds opened and the moon was bright, and the wrinkles on his face deepened a lot when he smiled.

He cheerfully removed the bowls and chopsticks in front of Gu Xiaoman, and nodded with a smile on his face.

"That's right. If your arm is injured, you need to take good care of it."

Seeing Uncle Jiang quickly leaving the restaurant with the bowls and chopsticks, Gu Xiaoman was struck by lightning and petrified on the seat.

After being stabbed by Zhao Jiarong, it was the first time she really felt what it meant to shoot herself in the foot.

Just as she was regretting, the shrimp sticking to her lips moved, and the smell of food came to her nostrils, Gu Xiaoman subconsciously opened her mouth, ahhh, bit the shrimp into her mouth.

The fingertips were lightly touched by the tip of the tongue, but it seemed as if countless electric currents rushed into the limbs and bones.

Fu Wenyao's cold and deep eyes sank, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, he twirled his fingers lightly, picked up a piece of chopsticks and fed it to Gu Xiaoman.

"Sir, I can . . . well . . . "

Before he could finish speaking, he was blocked by ribs.

She slumped her shoulders as if discouraged, biting the ribs in her mouth helplessly, wishing she could control the time and pass this difficult dinner time quickly.

Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows and looked at the helpless little wife.

She bit the ribs as if venting, her cheeks puffed up like a cute squirrel.

A smile flashed across Fu Wenyao's long and narrow eyes, and when Gu Xiaoman looked over, it disappeared in an instant.

Gu Xiaoman looked suspiciously at Fu Wenyao who looked normal, always felt that he just saw him smile.

But the man didn't seem to feel her gaze at all, he took a chopstick of baby food and handed it to her mouth.

Gu Xiaoman stared down at the baby dish on the chopsticks for a while, sighed silently in his heart, and ate it in one bite.

As she ate, she stared at her injured arm with hatred for iron and steel, which seemed to be a bit of hatred for iron and steel.

However, Fu Wenyao not only didn't feel awkward, but even seemed to be enjoying it.

After eating a meal, Gu Xiaoman's ears were blushing, and his face was burning hot.

While Fu Wenyao was still eating, she said: "I'll go upstairs first", and hurried upstairs.

He walked fast as if someone was chasing him behind him.

Looking at the back of her running away, Fu Wenyao smiled lightly and shook his head, his black eyes were full of smiles.

Going back to the room quickly, Gu Xiaoman immediately took off the blood-stained white shirt, and threw the shirt into the trash can as if venting his anger.

All to blame for the underwhelming shirt.

If Uncle Jiang hadn't seen the blood on the shirt, he wouldn't have known that her arm was injured, and if he didn't know that her arm had been injured, he wouldn't have asked Mr. Fu to feed her.

She is not a child anymore, how can she need someone to feed her food so meticulously.

Thinking of Fu Wenyao taking care of her like a child just now, Gu Xiaoman's cheeks felt hot.

She pressed the back of her hand to her flushed cheek, trying to cool down the overheated face.

It took a while to calm down the rapid heartbeat, Gu Xiaoman took a change of clothes and bath towels and went into the bathroom.

She had just taken off her clothes when someone knocked on the bathroom door from outside.

Fu Wenyao's deep and cold voice came from outside the door: "Xiao Xiao, I'm coming in."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman was taken aback, thinking in a trance that he had heard it wrong.

It wasn't until there was a clicking sound from the door that she suddenly came back to her senses, stepped into the bathtub in a hurry, and retracted her whole body into the bathtub except for the injured arm.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at Fu Wenyao in panic as he pushed the door open.

Her chest kept rising and falling, and her bright eyes stared blankly at Fu Wenyao, who was walking towards him with big strides, and blurted out: "Don't move! Don't come here!"

Fu Wenyao stood still on the spot as he said, with one hand in his pocket, and raised his eyebrows condescendingly to look at her.

"what happened?"

Gu Xiaoman's big bright eyes were wide open, he was taken aback by his calm and composed expression for a moment, he couldn't tell whether it was Fu Wenyao who broke into her bathroom, or she broke into Fu Wenyao's bathroom.

Otherwise, why can Fu Wenyao's expression be so calm?
As if she wasn't taking a shower now?
Gu Xiaoman swallowed, still a little bit unresponsive, stuttering when speaking.

"You, what are you doing here?"

It should have been a very imposing question, but when she said it, it seemed like a soft coquettish.

Fu Wenyao fixed his long and narrow black eyes on her face, and replied solemnly, "Help you take a bath."

He looked calm, and his tone was casual, as if he was saying that the weather is fine today.

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Did Fu Wenyao drink some fake bar tonight?

How... how can you be so calm?

Not daring to think about the meaning of the four words Fu Wenyao said, Gu Xiaoman blushed almost to the point of smoking, and her fingers curled up outside the bathtub unconsciously.

With a reddened neck, he said: "No, I don't need you to wash it for me, I can do it myself."

"No, you can't."

Fu Wenyao walked to the bathtub in two or three steps, so fast that Gu Xiaoman had no time to react.

When Gu Xiaoman came back to his senses, Fu Wenyao had already knelt down on one knee, grabbed her arm outside the bathtub with one hand, grabbed the towel next to him with the other hand, and was carefully wiping the water stains beside her wound.