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

Fu Wenyao on the plane sneezed involuntarily.

Tao Yan heard the sound, and immediately worried: "Sir, are you unwell?"

Fu Wenyao rubbed his nose, "It's fine."

Tao Yan didn't say anything more, but there was still a trace of worry in his heart. The temperature in country S is relatively low, and it is night after getting off the plane. It seems necessary to take out the coat before getting off the plane.

If the husband is really sick, he is afraid that he will be strangled to death by Boss Bai.

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It took a long time to comfort Xiao Yi, seeing that Xiao Yi was obviously still not happy, Gu Xiaoman hugged Xiao Yi into his arms with a serious look.

"Little one, be good, Uncle Fu is very busy. When Uncle Fu is free, he will call Xiaoyi. Before that, Xiaoyi, be good, don't disturb Uncle Fu, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman's neck was wrapped around Gu Xiaoman's neck with his fleshy little hands, and Xiao Yi rubbed against her before nodding with a pout.

"Don't worry, Mommy, Uncle Fu has worked so hard, I won't bother Uncle Fu!"

"Yeah, Xiao Yi is really good."

With Xiaoyi's assurance, Gu Xiaoman's mood improved a lot. Looking at the chef who was grilling meat not far away, he wanted to step forward with an eager look on his face.

"Whatever Xiaoyi wants to eat, Mommy will bake it for you."

Xiaoyi froze for a moment, and wrapped his arms around Gu Xiaoman's neck, refusing to let go, "Mum, let's forget it. Although the surrounding area is relatively empty, it will still be very troublesome if the barbecue grill is blown up."

Hearing the disgust in Xiaoyi's tone, Gu Xiaoman looked away awkwardly, pretending to be angry and said: "Xiaoyi, you have no confidence in Mommy? Mommy is so sad."

Like an adult, he sighed softly, with inexplicable vicissitudes in his tone.

"Mum, after you said that the first time, you blew up the kitchen at home; later, at Uncle Yichen's house, you blew up the kitchen again, even the kitchen of our previous resort hotel..."

The more Gu Xiaoman listened, the more guilty he felt, he covered Xiaoyi's small mouth, and laughed dryly, "Okay, okay, don't count, it's fine if Mommy doesn't cook, and I won't cook in the future."

Xiaoyi nodded in agreement, with a look of surprise, "Mum, you finally figured it out? Mommy, don't be too sad, there is no perfect person, and there are many people in the world who can't cook!"

Seeing that Xiaoyi was so happy that he was about to set off fireworks, Gu Xiaoman: "..." was not comforted...

The scent drifted over, Xiao Yi took two breaths of the alluring scent, and frowned in distress.

"It's said that if you want to win a man's heart, you have to grab his stomach. Mommy can only fry the kitchen. I don't know if she can win Uncle Fu's heart... Sigh, it's really worrying."

"Huh? Xiaoyi, have you talked to Mommy yet?"

When Gu Xiaoman came over with the food, he heard Xiaoyi mumbling something in a low voice, and before she listened carefully, Xiaoyi stopped talking.

"No, no, I didn't say anything. Wow, it smells so good! Mommy, come and eat together."

After lunch, Gu Xiaoman took Xiao Yixiaoshi for a walk, and then went back to the villa.

It seemed that Gu Xiaoman's words at noon had an effect. After lunch until before going to bed the next night, Xiaoyi didn't call Fu Wenyao again.

I just take it out from time to time to check to make sure that the phone has a signal and battery, and I have to bring my phone in even to wash my fragrance at night.

Gu Xiaoman saw it and didn't restrain her.

After all, it really isn't easy to break a habit.

Fu Wenyao is so busy, he definitely won't be able to call her. In two days, Xiaoyi should get used to life without Uncle Fu.

Just as he was thinking, the crisp cell phone rang suddenly in the room.