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

"Go away...don't touch me..."

Gu Xiaoman frowned and struggled, and woke up suddenly.

Staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, she looked around the room, and after confirming that she was in Bishuiwan's room, she moved her body in a daze.

Her whole body was in pain as if it had been dismantled and reassembled. The pain made her frown.

Her throat was dry, and she reached out to grab the water glass on the table, but she didn't have much strength in her arm, and accidentally knocked the water glass over on the carpet, making a dull sound.

When the servant who was devotedly guarding the door heard the sound, he rushed in worriedly.

"Young Mistress, are you awake?"

Noticing the water glass on the ground, the maid quickly poured a glass of hot water, helped her sit up, took a pillow and put it behind her, and then carefully fed her water.

"The little lady just fell asleep, and the husband carried her to the next room."

Gu Xiaoman was so dizzy that he opened his mouth to speak, only to find that his throat hurts badly.

"what time is it now?"

"It's eight o'clock in the evening, and you have slept for six hours. Sir and Miss have been by your side all the time."

The maid was about to ask Gu Xiaoman if he wanted something to eat, when the door was suddenly pushed open, and Fu Wenyao walked in with big strides.

The maid immediately retreated to the end of the bed, and said respectfully: "I'm going out first, you can call me anytime if you need anything."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Gu Xiaoman's response, the maid quickly walked out of the room.

Fu Wenyao sat down on the edge of the bed, reached out and touched her forehead.

Facing Gu Xiaoman's blank gaze, he explained lightly: "Yang You said you might have a fever."

Gu Xiaoman was a little flustered, his voice was hoarse as if it had been ground by sandpaper, "Well, thank you today."

Fu Wenyao tucked the corner of the quilt for her, his face was gentle, "Is there any discomfort?"

Gu Xiaoman shook his head, his eyes fell on the black eyes of Fu Wenyao, and he blurted out: "Have you not had a good rest recently?"

Fu Wenyao didn't answer her, and continued to ask softly, "Are you hungry?"

It was only after he asked this question that Gu Xiaoman felt hungry.

I only drank a glass of milk in the morning, and I was so frightened again, my stomach was so empty.

Holding the embroidery on the bed sheet, Gu Xiaoman nodded honestly, "Well, I'm hungry."

Fu Wenyao rang the bed bell twice, and ordered the servant to bring the meal.

The servant quickly walked in with the tray, put down the things, and walked out lightly.

Fu Wenyao took a small table and put it on the bed, and put fish porridge and refreshing side dishes on the table.

Gu Xiaoman was very hungry, he only wanted to eat meat, and seeing that there was only a bowl of porridge with fish fillets, he couldn't help but feel aggrieved in his eyes.

Sensing that she was not very happy, a smile flashed across Fu Wenyao's eyes.

"For the time being, you can't eat too greasy food."

Gu Xiaoman sighed, and resignedly reached out to grab the spoon. As soon as he lifted his hand, his arm suddenly felt a pulling pain.

Swallowing the pain on the tip of her tongue, she held the spoon pretending to be okay, her fingertips turned white, and the veins on the back of her hand stood out.

Before the spoon touched the bowl, a slender hand with bony knuckles suddenly appeared in his sight, and he picked up the bowl lightly.

Gu Xiaoman looked at Fu Wenyao in a daze, and didn't even react when the spoon was taken away from his hand.

Fu Wenyao scooped up a spoonful of porridge, and held the spoon to Gu Xiaoman's lips, "Open your mouth."

Gu Xiaoman turned his eyes away, his face turned red all at once, the tips of his ears were so red that they were about to bleed, and his lips were tightly pressed together.

Seeing that she did not open her mouth for a long time, Fu Wenyao coaxed softly: "Hey, open your mouth."