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

Gu Xiaoman looked at the empty space about half a meter behind him, "..."

Moved towards Xiao Yi meaningfully, she lay down flat, closed her eyes stiffly.

Although he had slept in the same bed with Fu Wenyao before, but... Gu Xiaoman still couldn't get used to it.

Looking at the distance between Gu Xiaoman and Fu Wenyao with pursed lips, his big eyes rolled, Xiao Yi flung himself into Gu Xiaoman's arms like a ghost, and greeted Fu Wenyao softly.

"Uncle Fu, move a little this way, don't fall..."

Gu Xiaoman pretending to be asleep: "..."

Why did this damn girl let Fu Wenyao move over here, and if she moved again, the three of them would stick together!

There was a rustling sound in my ear, and immediately the cool smell of cedar wafted over. Gu Xiaoman's eyelashes trembled, and he tried not to open his eyes.

Fu Wenyao looked down at Gu Xiaoman.

The girl quietly closed her eyes, her curled eyelashes trembled slightly, like butterfly wings that could spread at any time, fragile and charming, the light made her outline softer, under her delicate nose, her petal-like lips were slightly closed, and the lips were Small and cute, it makes people want to kiss Fangze.

Because the eyes are closed, the other senses are more acute, aware of that scorching gaze, and the body instinctively recalls the memory of being touched, Gu Xiaoman is familiar from top to bottom instantly.

Her lips itched, and she couldn't help but want to turn sideways to avoid the staring gaze.

As if noticing her uneasiness, Fu Wenyao looked away, patted Xiao Yi's back clumsily, and said fondly, "What story do you want to hear?"

Xiao Yi yawned a little, and said in a daze, "It's okay, Xiao Yi likes to listen to what Uncle Fu said."

Gu Xiaoman didn't even need to open his eyes to imagine the appearance of the little dog's legs, and his heart suddenly felt as if he had knocked over a five-flavored bottle, full of mixed feelings.

She wanted to hear what good stories Fu Wenyao could tell.

A deep magnetic voice slowly sounded in the room, "On a sultry afternoon in early autumn, even the bugs were drowsy. Two girls were sitting on the bank of the river. They were sisters. The older sister was holding a book..."

Fu Wenyao lowered his voice, like a walking subwoofer, half of his body collapsed when he heard it in his ears, and Gu Xiaoman really felt what the sentence that went viral on the Internet: "Every ear that sounds good is pregnant!" What it feels like.

His heart was pounding, and even the dying deer in the new house three years ago was revived with full blood, wandering around in a daze.

Xiaoyi yawned a little and fell asleep contentedly. Gu Xiaoman turned sideways in a daze after listening to the story, and then fell asleep in a daze.

The breathing of one big and one small calmed down, Fu Wenyao tucked them in the quilt, and his cold eyes were full of tenderness.

The room was quiet, and Fu Wenyao focused on looking at the big and small around him, feeling strange emotions rampant in his heart.

With the corners of his mouth raised high, he turned off the camera's shooting sound, clicked on the selfie button, and picked a suitable angle for a quick shot.

After the filming, the mood became more and more high. After sending a big red envelope to Tao Yan, he said lightly: "The suggestion of a bedtime story is very good, you can try it too."

Tao Yan, who was awakened by the news, stared around the empty bedroom for a week, "..."

I'm afraid he's crazy, telling bedtime stories to the air?
Seeing the show-off almost overflowing from the screen, Tao Yan angrily clicked on the red envelope, was startled by the six figures, and immediately swept away a bunch of hardcover editions of fairy tales.