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

The porridge is steaming, and the smoked lips are moist and soft.

Gu Xiaoman bit his lip, gripped the bed sheet tightly with his hands, and said in a voice like a mosquito, "I want to blow it, it's very hot..."

She is a cat's tongue, afraid of being very hot, the porridge on the spoon is obviously very hot, if she really eats it, the tip of her tongue will be numb for a whole day.

Fu Wenyao paused with the hand holding the spoon, blew on the porridge clumsily, and handed the spoon to Gu Xiaoman's lips again without saying a word.

His movements were rusty, obviously he had never taken care of others like this before.

The previous sentence drained all of Gu Xiaoman's courage, even though the porridge in the spoon was still scalding hot, Gu Xiaoman didn't speak again, and swallowed it down.

The hot porridge hit the tip of her tongue, and she gasped, trying to maintain the expression on her face.

Looking at her reddened eye sockets for two seconds, Fu Wenyao pinched her chin and forced her to open her mouth.

Looking at the small red dots on the tip of his tongue, Fu Wenyao frowned, his eyes were dim.

Keenly aware of Fu Wenyao's displeasure, Gu Xiaoman's cheeks flushed, and he whispered guiltyly: "I ate too fast, it's okay, I'll be fine in a while."

Fu Wenyao remained silent, put down the porridge, took out his mobile phone and slid out Yang You's name from the address book.

Seeing that Fu Wenyao was about to call Yang You, before the call came through, he snatched the phone on impulse.

Facing Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, she laughed dryly, stumbled and said: "It really doesn't hurt at all, it will be fine in a while, there is no need to ask Dr. Yang to make a special trip."

Just kidding, she is so hungry that her chest is pressed against her back now, it will take at least half an hour for Yang You to come over, she is afraid that she will starve to death.

It's fine if there's no meat, but now even porridge isn't allowed? !

Glaring at Fu Wenyao resentfully, Gu Xiaoman was so hungry that he ordered Fu Wenyao angrily, "I want porridge, I'm starving to death!"

The delicate cheeks swelled up because of anger, Fu Wenyao's mind moved slightly, and the hand placed by the bed moved, resisting the urge to poke, took the bowl again, took a spoonful of porridge, and carefully blew and blew.

Xu had the experience of last time, this time, he blew several times before feeding it to Gu Xiaoman.

The temperature of the porridge was just right, and the aroma was tangy. Gu Xiaoman squinted his satisfied eyes, staring at the bowl eagerly, waiting for the next spoonful.

In the room, there was only the sound of spoons and bowls colliding, and the atmosphere was warm. After half a bowl of porridge, the stomach was finally no longer empty, and Gu Xiaoman sighed comfortably.

The dim light fell from the top of his head, and Fu Wenyao scooped the porridge in the bowl with lowered eyes, his eyelashes were thick and slender, casting a shadow.

The coldness faded from the handsome face, and there was a trace of gentleness that was not obvious, Gu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment.

"release."

A deep and mellow voice suddenly sounded in his ear, Gu Xiaoman suddenly came back to his senses, realized that something was biting in his mouth, and subconsciously let go of his teeth.

God!She looked at Fu Wenyao in a daze, and unconsciously bit the spoon.

It's really... so embarrassing!
Blushing with shame, she looked away uncomfortably, obediently not daring to look around.

After eating a bowl of porridge, Gu Xiaoman yawned a little, feeling drowsy and sleepy.

Fu Wenyao helped her lie down, got up and left.

Gu Xiaoman grabbed his clothes in a hurry.

Facing Fu Wenyao's cold eyes, Gu Xiaoman subconsciously let go of his hand, and said unnaturally: "How is Xiaoyi today?"