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

Gu Xiaoman sneered, "Everyone is an adult, if you don't want to..., why did Mr. Fu let me sleep in the master bedroom? Is it just for chatting?"

"Is that what you think of me?"

Gu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, the sarcastic words came to his lips but he couldn't utter them, only his vaguely wronged words remained in his mind, his heart softened inexplicably.

Could it be that she was thinking too much?

With a low sigh, she pursed her lips, squeezed the hem of her clothes with her fingers, and decided to give Fu Wenyao a chance to explain.

"Then why did you let me sleep in the master bedroom?"

Fu Wenyao looked down at her deeply, and tapped her lower back with his fingertips, and the woman in his arms flinched immediately.

"Xiao Yi may touch your injury."

An understatement of words turned Gu Xiaoman's slash into petrification, and her face turned red all of a sudden.

Thinking of what she said just now, she was extremely embarrassed, but fortunately Fu Wenyao covered her eyes.

Really, I am ashamed to see people!

In fact, Xiao Yi sleeps very well and never moves around.But Fu Wenyao was kind, and she couldn't refuse, so she said slowly, "I can sleep in the guest room."

“The room was not cleaned.”

Uncle Jiang, who had just walked to the corner, was hit by the cauldron, staggered and almost fell.

The room maids in the villa not only clean it every day, but even pick flowers from the garden and put them in the room to prevent unexpected guests from visiting.

In order to chase his wife, the young master even learned to lie.

Gu Xiaoman, who had no idea that he had been deceived, happily jumped into Fu Wenyao's trap one step at a time, and asked thoughtfully before jumping in: "I live in the master bedroom, where do you live?"

Little by little, the hand covering his eyes was released, Gu Xiaoman's eyelashes trembled, his pupils shrank slightly due to the bright light in the corridor, he raised his head, and bumped into a pair of deep eyes that could not be seen to the bottom.

Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep, and his thin lips parted lightly: "Of course, I also sleep in the master bedroom..."

Satisfied, she looked at the face of the little woman in front of her, which was dyed crimson little by little, like a peach forest blown by the spring breeze, the color gradually became pink and tender, and it was astonishingly beautiful.

Gu Xiaoman's small face puffed up again, and he widened his eyes angrily, "You..."

Before she blew her hair, Fu Wenyao rubbed her hair and uttered the last two words: "Sofa."

"Huh?" Gu Xiaoman's anger subsided visibly with the naked eye, and his big eyes were filled with confusion.

"It's getting late."

Fu Wenyao let go of her, turned around and walked into the master bedroom, with a smile in his eyes.

Following Fu Wenyao blankly into the master bedroom, Gu Xiaoman subconsciously glanced at the sofa not far away, up and down, carefully sizing it up, then raised his head to measure Fu Wenyao's height, and frowned lightly with his tangled brows .

Although the sofa in the master bedroom is not small, Fu Wenyao is still a bit reluctant to sleep on it, and if he sleeps like this for a night, his body will definitely be uncomfortable.

Gu Xiaoman glanced at the Kingsize bed in annoyance, and judged in his heart, if she and Fu Wenyao both slept on the bed, how much distance would there be between them.

Her emotions were written all over her face. Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, and he suddenly walked to the sofa and lay down without saying a word.

Gu Xiaoman followed the reputation, and saw him lying on the sofa with grievances, half of his legs were outside the sofa, and he might fall to the ground even if he turned over, he was as pitiful as he could be.

Gu Xiaoman's heart suddenly softened, and he looked at Fu Wenyao's eyebrows furrowed because of discomfort, and blurted out, "Otherwise, you can sleep too, and the bed will be fine."