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

Coming out from under the table, Zhao Jiarong immediately wanted to get up in disgust.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, she staggered numbly and fell to the ground, hitting her head on the bookcase, causing her to gasp in pain.

Because of curling up for too long, the legs and feet were all numb, and the whole lower limbs didn't seem to belong to me. I didn't have any sense of touch when I fell on the ground, only the numb and itchy uncomfortable feeling that hit my heart.

The legs and feet couldn't use any strength for a while, Zhao Jiarong covered his brow that was flushed from the bump, and squeezed out a name viciously through the gap between his teeth.

"Gu Xiaoman!"

It's all the fault of that bitch Gu Xiaoman!

What are you doing running back in a good manner, and saying that there is no reason not to let that bastard Xiaoyi see Mrs. Fu, in fact, he wants to rely on Xiaoyi to climb up to Mrs. Fu!

It's true for the money and power of the Fu family!It is true that he wants to use Xiaoyi to curry favor with Mrs. Fu!
bitch!

This time, she must ruin Gu Xiaoman's reputation and completely turn him into a street mouse, everyone shouting and beating him!
……

When Gu Xiaoman reached the first floor, Fu Wenyao was already waiting outside the car.

The man has a handsome face, indifferent eyebrows and eyes. He is wearing a tailored suit. He is slender and tall, elegant and dignified. The collar of his shirt is still buttoned to the top. There is an air of indifference and alienation around him. He is extremely cold and abstinent.

Gu Xiaoman couldn't help but stared in awe, and suddenly understood why those famous ladies tried their best to jump on Fu Wenyao.

She couldn't help coveting Fu Wenyao's body for such an outstanding man, not to mention Fu Wenyao's extraordinary talent in the business world, I believe that no woman can refuse such a king-like man.

"What are you thinking about?"

A man's deep and magnetic voice sounded above his head, Gu Xiaoman suddenly came back to his senses, and the tips of his ears blushed with embarrassment.

"No, nothing."

After living together for such a long time, she is still fascinated by Fu Wenyao's beauty, which is really embarrassing.

Pursing his lips, Gu Xiaoman took a deep breath and tried to stay calm, "I forgot to pick up something before, so I went back to get it. I kept you waiting, let's go."

As she said that, she didn't dare to look at Fu Wenyao, and with a calm expression on her face, she stepped up and prepared to walk in the direction of the car.

"and many more."

Fu Wenyao pressed on her shoulder, and suddenly squatted down.

"Your shoelaces are untied."

"What? No, no need, I'll do it myself."

Gu Xiaoman's eyes were wide open in shock, seeing the man stretching out his slender hand like jade, about to tie her shoelaces, and he was about to back away in a panic.

Before she could move, those knuckle-knuckle hands had already pinched the black shoelaces.

Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyes, watching Fu Wenyao's fingers fluttering with complicated eyes, and tied a bow skillfully.

She stood stiffly on the spot, her bright eyes were wide open, like a frightened little rabbit, watching Fu Wenyao unblinkingly after tying one side of the shoelace, and then took off the loose shoelace on the other side Re-line.

Gu Xiaoman was overwhelmed with shock. When she first fell in love, she also imagined that one day, someone would love her carefully and properly, so careful that she could notice her loose shoelaces.

At that time, she thought that the other party must love her very much, so that she could even notice the slight changes in her body.

But it never occurred to him that Fu Wenyao not only noticed her loose shoelaces, but also took the initiative to squat down to tie her shoelaces, which was very natural.

Fu Wenyao was a man standing at the top of Quanning City, a god who looked down on all beings like this, and even took the initiative to bend down to tie her shoelaces.

Gu Xiaoman clenched his hands tightly, his heart was beating so fast that it was about to jump out of his chest, his mind was in a mess, his heart seemed to be soaked in sweet soda, gurgling and bubbling sweet bubbles.

Fu Wenyao like this, yes, maybe, maybe, maybe, does he like her a little bit?

As soon as this thought appeared, Gu Xiaoman's face turned red, even the fingertips holding the bag turned red.

"All right."

Fu Wenyao glanced at the bow on the shoes, stood up in satisfaction, and worriedly told his little wife with flushed cheeks.

"Be more careful in the future. If the shoelaces are untied, it is easy to step on and fall."

Gu Xiaoman was so confused that he couldn't hear what he was saying at all, blushing and hurriedly took out a wet tissue from his bag and handed it to Fu Wenyao.

"Thank you, you wipe, wipe your hands."

His cold eyes glanced over the red earlobes of his little wife, Fu Wenyao's calm eyes showed a slight smile, and he raised his hand to Gu Xiaoman's eyes.

Gu Xiaoman put the wipes into Fu Wenyao's hands, his eyes fell on those generous palms, and he pursed his lips involuntarily.

Just now, these hands tied her shoelaces.

Damn, I still feel so happy!

Gu Xiaoman was bewildered and wrapped up in happiness, he couldn't help moving his feet, and there was a slight sound when the Martin boots hit the ground.

Seeing the smile on his little wife's face, Fu Wenyao's lips curled slightly, and he said lightly, "Wipe it for me."

"what?"

Gu Xiaoman raised his head in astonishment, and bumped into a pair of dark eyes full of smiles.

Fu Wenyao's eyes were deep and dark, and she unconsciously indulged in them, she nodded obediently, put her bag on her arms, and took a tissue to wipe the man's palms carefully.

Gu Xiaoman's skin was snow-white, as if shining through it.

Her fingers were slender and fair, but they were small and cute compared to Fu Wenyao's hands. She held Fu Wenyao's palm with her frail and boneless fingertips, and wiped it carefully for him, even the crevices of her fingers.

The movements were gentle, like the paws of a kitten scratching Fu Wenyao's palm, the itching feeling spread all the way to the heart, the man's dark eyes sank, and he resisted the urge to wrap his busy little hand into his palm, Throat rolled.

After wiping Fu Wenyao's hands carefully, Gu Xiaoman raised his head and looked at Fu Wenyao with bright eyes.

"It's finished."

Her voice was pleasant to the ear, and the ending was slightly raised, revealing the master's happy mood.

The little wife raised her delicate face, and his figure was reflected in her bright eyes, as if he was the only one in the little wife's eyes.

Fu Wenyao's heart moved slightly, his tongue pressed against his right cheek, and he couldn't help rubbing his little wife's soft hair.

With one hand, he took the dirty wet wipes from his little wife, and with the other hand, he wrapped up his little wife's weak and boneless hands and stuffed them into the pocket of his coat.

"The wipes are too cold, warm your hands."

Gu Xiaoman was taken off guard by the man's hand, his ears turned red, and his fingers moved shyly.

When he was about to get to the side of the car, Fu Wenyao took out the car key and pressed it, opened the car door for his little wife, and put his hands on top of his head to watch his little wife get into the car.

As soon as Gu Xiaoman sat down on the seat, he saw Fu Wenyao put his hands on the car door and leaned over.

She opened her eyes wide in shock, tightly clenched the bag in her hands, and watched the man's handsome face enlarge before her eyes without blinking.