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

She huddled under the quilt and looked in the direction of the bathroom. After confirming whether Fu Wenyao would come out in a while, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Looking around for a week, seeing the pajamas on the bedside table, Gu Xiaoman's eyes lit up, his white and slender hands stretched out from under the quilt, grabbed the pajamas and shrank into the bed.

After struggling to put on her pajamas under the blanket, she finally felt a lot of security, she lifted the blanket and got out of bed with a blushing face.

When passing the bathroom, Gu Xiaoman walked lightly, quickly moved to the door, opened the door and slipped into the bathroom of the second bedroom.

In the bathroom, Fu Wenyao was about to turn off the water, when he heard the sound of closing the door, his thin lips curled up slightly, and a smile flashed across his cold eyes.

You don't need to look to imagine what the little wife looks like at this moment.

It must be like a frightened little rabbit, rushing back to the nest.

In fact, last night, he originally wanted to put Gu Xiaoman in pajamas.

But after the little thing fell asleep, he clinged tightly to his arms, and darted his hands into his pajamas.

The blood in Fu Wenyao's whole body was almost boiling when she was hooked, and he almost couldn't control his reaction.

However, the little thing didn't have the slightest self-consciousness, and his smooth and tender face kept pressing against his chest.

He was helpless and wanted to take off the hand that was making trouble on his chest.

Accidentally touched Gu Xiaoman's wound, and the person in his arms pursed his mouth in aggrieved manner, muttering coquettishly.

"It hurts... sir, it hurts."

Fu Wenyao quickly let go, nervously and carefully checked the gauze on her arm, and was relieved after confirming that the wound was not bleeding.

Seeing the glaring gauze on the little wife's arm, Fu Wenyao's cold and deep eyes showed murderous intent.

He patted Gu Xiaoman's round face punishingly, and his wife frowned coquettishly, and pressed it into his arms again.

With a mentality of punishment, Fu Wenyao deliberately didn't put on her pajamas, and directly pulled the quilt over the two of them.

Gu Xiaoman is very thin-skinned, he doesn't believe it, this time, Gu Xiaoman still can't remember the lesson.

bathroom.

The heat on Gu Xiaoman's face didn't subside until he finished brushing his teeth.

Her face burned at the thought of being naked all night last night.

Mr. Fu is obviously very gentleman and gentle.

Last night, it must have been on purpose!
From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the gauze on her arm, she was stunned for two seconds, and finally understood in a blink of an eye.

Fu Wenyao was punishing her in disguise.

Ask her to remember not to do such a stupid thing again.

My heart suddenly seemed to be soaked in a honey pot, sweetly bubbling.

She patted her flushed cheeks and washed her face sweetly.

Walking lightly to the door of the master bedroom, Gu Xiaoman put his ear on the door and listened carefully.

After hearing no sound, she opened the door cautiously, poked her head into the crack of the door and observed it in all directions.

After confirming that Fu Wenyao was not in the master bedroom, she opened the door and quickly walked into the cloakroom.

As soon as Fu Wenyao was mentioned, she couldn't help but think about not wearing pajamas last night.

Although the company granted her sick leave, she really couldn't face Fu Wenyao with a normal heart today, so she might as well go out for a stroll.

Speaking of which, she hasn't gone shopping for many days.

Finding a casual white long dress to change into, she picked out a simple and elegant necklace, and matched it with a pair of lustrous pearls.

With her hair lazily draped over her shoulders, she went downstairs with her bag in hand.

When I went downstairs, I saw Fu Wenyao sitting at the dining table and flipping through financial magazines.

Uncle Jiang was changing flowers in a vase, when he heard the voice, he smiled and said, "Young Mistress is down, Young Master is waiting for you to have breakfast."

Gu Xiaoman paused, and quickly glanced at Fu Wenyao, the tips of his ears blushed unconsciously.

She coughed lightly, trying to make her voice sound the same as usual.

"I have an appointment to go shopping, so I won't be having breakfast at home today."

She didn't add a name, but deliberately raised her voice so that Fu Wenyao, who was sitting at the table, could hear what she said.

Hearing this, Fu Wenyao put down the magazine, raised his eyebrows and looked at her with a faint smile on his lips.

His little one has been so shy for so long.

These words fell into Uncle Jiang's ears, but he thought that Gu Xiaoman and Fu Wenyao were still quarreling, and frowned sadly.

Originally thought that the young master fed the young mistress to dinner last night, and the two of them would reconcile.

Who knows, after this night, why is it still like this?

Jiang Shuchou's face was all wrinkled. Seeing that Fu Wenyao was still sitting at the dining table like a log, he didn't respond at all, and he almost vomited blood with anger.

It's really rotten wood, and I don't know how the young master can deceive the young mistress.

He glared at Fu Wenyao, looked at Gu Xiaoman with a smile, and deliberately raised his voice.

"It's fine to go out and have fun. However, the young master has nothing to do today, so let the young master take you there."

With that said, Uncle Jiang turned his head to look at Fu Wenyao, his eyes beckoning Fu Wenyao to go quickly.

"Master, you can send young mistress to go."

Gu Xiaoman originally wanted to hide from Fu Wenyao, so why would he let Fu Wenyao send it to him.

Wen Yan's smile froze for a moment, he quickly waved his hands, and stammered: "No, no need, just let the driver drive me off. Mister hasn't had breakfast yet, right? Let's have breakfast first."

After finishing the words, she hastily pulled her slippers to the door, changed her shoes and quickly opened the door.

The speed was so fast that Uncle Jiang hadn't even had time to stop her.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman's figure disappear outside the door, Uncle Jiang took a deep breath, walked to the dining table, and looked at Fu Wenyao who was slowly starting to eat breakfast.

"Master, aren't you waiting for your young mistress to eat?"

Fu Wenyao glanced at Uncle Jiang in confusion, "Didn't she say to go out to eat?"

Uncle Jiang: "..."

Uncle Jiang was speechless by what he said.

Then I thought that the husband and wife left early, no one taught the young master these things, and it is understandable that the young master doesn't know how to coax the young mistress.

Thinking of the husband and wife who passed away early, Uncle Jiang's eyes were a little sore, and his eyes softened when he looked at Fu Wenyan.

He sighed heavily in his heart, and made up his mind to buy some books for the young master, so as to teach the young master how to chase after the young mistress.

The young mistress is so outstanding, such a good girl, but she must not be let go by the young master.

Not knowing what Uncle Jiang was thinking, Fu Wenyao ate his breakfast hastily and called Tao Yan.

I haven't been to Mingde for a long time, so I should visit it.

Looking at the rapidly retreating villa outside the car window, Gu Xiaoman lazily leaned back and relaxed.

She took out her mobile phone from her bag and called Ye Siyu, but the call was still delayed.

She frowned, thinking of Ye Siyu's temperament of sleeping late, she smiled and shook her hair and sent a text message.

"Siyu, call me back when you see the news."

The driver drove the car directly to the basement of the shopping mall owned by Fu, and Gu Xiaoman went to have breakfast first with his bag.