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

The side of the bed sagged, Fu Wenyao threw the quilt onto the bed, Gu Xiaoman suddenly came to his senses, like a frightened rabbit, he rolled over and shrank back into the quilt in a panic.

Fu Wenyao's movements froze, and he took a deep look at his little wife who was facing away from him, with only her head exposed, a faint smile flashed in her eyes.

Gu Xiaoman was inexplicably nervous, his hands on his chest tightly gripped the quilt, his body was stiff, and he dared not move.

Fu Wenyao lay down, turned off the light with a "click", and the room suddenly plunged into darkness.

There was no other sound from behind, Gu Xiaoman's tense body gradually relaxed, sleepiness hit her, and she closed her eyes in a daze.

Not long after, the little wife's breathing became longer and longer. Fu Wenyao turned sideways, wrapped his long arms around her, and hugged the person and the quilt into his arms.

Gu Xiaoman wrinkled his nose, rubbed against the direction of the heat source, changed into a comfortable position, and continued to sleep happily.

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple twitched as the young wife's soft cheek pressed against his chest, and he rubbed Gu Xiaoman's head subconsciously.

Warm and soft in his bosom, the sweet smell lingers on the tip of his nose, his eyes become deeper and deeper, and the hand on the back of Gu Xiaoman's head exerts uncontrollable force.

In his sleep, Gu Xiaoman struggled uncomfortably, his small face rubbed against Fu Wenyao's chest, his legs unconsciously stared a few times, and he accidentally kicked off the tie of Fu Wenyao's nightgown.

The hand on the lower abdomen was still rubbing unscrupulously, Fu Wenyao froze, his face was calm, but the tips of his ears were a little red.

He clenched his troubled little hand angrily, and gently squeezed it as punishment.

"Hooligans."

The little rascal Gu Xiaoman didn't let him go, he rubbed his white tender feet against the man's calf, and then he pouted dissatisfiedly and calmed down.

The skin on the calf seemed to be scalded. Fu Wenyao pursed his thin lips. After calming down for a long time, he finally let go of the little rascal in his arms, and went into the bathroom expressionlessly.

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The next morning.

Gu Xiaoman was deeply relieved that he didn't see Fu Wenyao after waking up.

The red marks on her face have basically disappeared. After washing, she carefully applied medicine to the wound on her body.

When she accidentally touched the wound, she frowned in pain. The large swaths of bruises on her snow-white skin looked shocking, and it seemed that the wound on her body would take several days to heal.

Sighing, she looked for clothes that could cover the scars and changed into it. Just as Gu Xiaoman opened the door, Xiaoyi rushed in with a smile.

"Mummy, good morning, Trojan horse!"

Xiao Yi kissed Gu Xiaoman hard, smiled and rubbed against her arms.

"Morning, Xiaoyi got up so early today?"

"Well, why don't Mummy sleep a little longer, Uncle Fu specifically asked me not to disturb Mummy."

"what?"

Bowing his head to meet Xiaoyi's big bright eyes, Gu Xiaoman's face was flushed, and his heartbeat suddenly missed half a beat.

Is Fu Wenyao crazy? How can he say such things to a child? !
It's too... too easy to misunderstand...

"Mommy, are you not feeling well? Why are you blushing so much?"

Seeing Gu Xiaoman's flushed face, Xiao Yi blinked slyly, and tiptoed to touch Gu Xiaoman's forehead.

"No... no."

Taking advantage of the situation, Gu Xiaoman took Xiaoyi's hand, and quickly changed the subject, "Mommy will take you to have breakfast."

After that day, Fu Wenyao seemed to disappear, and he didn't return to the villa for a week.

Primary One started school two days ago, and Gu Xiaoman's injuries have mostly healed, and he plans to go back to work on Monday.

"Buzzing..."

The phone vibrated suddenly, and Gu Xiaoman answered the phone in a daze.