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

After a whole day of tossing around, the little guy was already sound asleep, Gu Xiaoman yawned, and quietly retracted into the quilt.

Xiao Yi moved, and muttered a few words in his mouth.

Her voice was too low, Gu Xiaoman pricked up his ears and leaned towards her, and heard Xiaoyi calling Uncle Fu again.

The jealousy that had just subsided surged out again, she curled her lips, and poked Xiao Yi's bun face angrily.

"Uncle Fu is so nice, I still think about him in my dreams, you little heartless."

The word "good" that Fu Wenyao said at the dining table inexplicably flashed across his mind, and Gu Xiaoman muttered angrily: "Hmph, you guy who doesn't keep his word."

Although he guessed before that Fu Wenyao answered that sentence in order to perfunctory Xiaoyi, but he really didn't come, and Gu Xiaoman was not worth it for Xiaoyi.

Fortunately, Xiaoyi fell asleep, otherwise, if he couldn't wait for Fu Wenyao, he might be very sad.

With a few words in his heart, Gu Xiaoman stood up and was about to turn off the light.

Just as Yingrun's fingertips touched the switch, there was a "click", and the door was pushed open, followed by the sound of steady footsteps.

It's so late, who will come?

After confirming that Xiaoyi was not woken up, Gu Xiaoman frowned suspiciously, put on a coat and walked out lightly.

As soon as the bedroom door opened, she faced a pair of deep eyes, she was stunned for two seconds, and blurted out: "Mr. Fu?"

"Ah."

Fu Wenyao was wearing a navy blue nightgown, and his cold eyes turned around her, passing over the little person she had landed on the big bed.

Gu Xiaoman was still in a state of sleepiness, his mind was knotted, and he was completely dizzy by instinct: "It's so late, what's the matter, Mr. Fu?"

A strange color flashed across the deep eyes, the temperature around him dropped sharply, Gu Xiaoman wrapped his coat tightly, and his chaotic mind suddenly became clear.

Blocking the door without a trace, she stared at Fu Wenyao with wide eyes.

"Xiaoyi was talking nonsense at the dinner table before, you don't have to take it seriously."

Fu Wenyao glanced at her lightly, "You mean, let me miss the appointment?"

"..."

Gu Xiaoman was dizzy for a while, he couldn't say yes, and he couldn't say no against his will.

Fu Wenyao's gaze was too oppressive, so Gu Xiaoman blocked the door and lowered his voice: "Mr. Fu, Xiaoyi is already asleep. You don't...don't..."

Gu Xiaoman's cheeks were reddened, and he couldn't continue speaking.

However, the words have come to this point, Fu Wenyao probably won't insist... right.

Fu Wenyao lowered his eyes, looked at her deeply, and remained silent.

Sleepiness swept over bit by bit, Gu Xiaoman leaned against the door frame, his upper and lower eyelids fighting.

"Uncle Fu? You're here!"

Xiaoyi's milky voice suddenly sounded, Gu Xiaoman came to his senses in a jerk, turned around in astonishment, Xiaoyi sat up at some point, rubbed his eyes in a daze, and said softly, "Uncle Fu, hug me!" !"

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

Fu Wenyao glanced at her indifferently, and said narrowly, "You still don't want to get out of the way?"

Reluctantly leaning sideways to let Fu Wenyao enter the room, Gu Xiaoman wished he could beat himself to death who agreed to the contract.

It's like attracting wolves into the house!
"Mommy, come here!"

Xiao Yi rubbed against Fu Wenyao's arms, patted the place next to Gu Xiaoman, and smiled happily.

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, and went to bed in a broken jar, trying to stay as far away from Fu Wenyao as possible.

Before she could lie down, Xiaoyi grabbed her arm and dragged her to her side, "Mommy, come over here, or you'll fall."