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

Fu Wenyao had suffered many injuries before, and the injury on his back was nothing to him, but it was the first time someone was afraid of his pain and put his hand to his mouth.

The anesthesia really hurt and it didn't hurt much, but Fu Wenyao sighed in his heart when he saw the worried watery eyes of his little wife, frowned as if in pain, and opened his mouth to hold his little wife's white fingers like jade.

The worry in the little wife's eyes really dissipated a little, and another weak and boneless little hand rested on the back of his hand, as if afraid that he would be in severe pain, and patted comfortingly.

Yang You moved very quickly, and started stitching after the anesthesia was administered.

Gu Xiaoman didn't dare to look at Yang You's movements, and looked straight at Fu Wenyao with watery eyes, for fear that Fu Wenyao would endure the pain.

After the wound was sutured, Fu Wenyao spat out his little wife's fingers, pulled a paper towel and carefully wiped the water on his little wife's fingers.

Gu Xiaoman carefully observed his expression worriedly, saw that Fu Wenyao's expression returned to normal, and thought that the anesthetic should have worked, so he was relieved.

Tao Yan had already returned to Astin Marton to bring new clothes, and Yang You hurriedly instructed Fu Wenyao.

"Okay, the wound has been bandaged, let's put on clothes first, and don't catch a cold later."

Instructing Fu Wenyao, Yang You looked at the tape on Gu Xiaoman's face, and frowned in embarrassment.

"The tape on my sister-in-law's mouth is easy to deal with, but I'm afraid I have to cut my hair if it sticks to my hair."

When Gu Xiaoman heard this, he didn't have any opinion on it.

She is not obsessed with long hair, but I don't know if Mr. Fu will not like her short hair.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman subconsciously looked at Fu Wenyao.

Fu Wenyao rubbed the top of Gu Xiaoman's soft head and frowned.

He remembered that the first time he met his little wife three and a half years ago, she had long hair. When they met again, the little wife had always had long hair. Presumably the little wife liked long hair very much.

Will the little wife be very sad if her hair is cut?

Fu Wenyao looked at Yang You lightly, "Do you have to cut your hair?"

Yang You looked at Gu Xiaoman, Gu Xiaoman's hair was of good quality, fluffy and smooth, almost ready for a shampoo commercial.

But, besides cutting hair, there is really no other way.

Yang You said regretfully: "The tape stuck a circle of hair, it looks like the tape is also very inferior, the stickiness is probably very strong, so I can only cut it."

Thinking that Fu Wenyao liked her long hair and didn't want her to cut it, Gu Xiaoman curled his fingers, lowered his eyes, and the curled eyelashes cast a shadow on her face, covering the emotions in her eyes.

Fu Wenyao only thought she was sad, and stroked her hair, with infinite tenderness hidden in his voice.

"Hey, cut your hair first and take off the tape. If you really like long hair, I'll get you a hair extension tomorrow, okay?"

It was the first time Yang You heard Fu Wenyao speak so softly, and he immediately looked at Fu Wenyao as if he had seen a ghost.

Gu Xiaoman shook his head, feeling inexplicably choked up in his heart.

She reached for Xiaojian in the medicine box, grabbed the hair, and cut it off with a pair of scissors, showing that she didn't care at all.

After cutting, Gu Xiaoman suddenly pulled away from the impulse, and immediately regretted it.

Isn't it too ugly for her to cut it directly like this?
However, the cuts are all cut, and the broken hair is already held in the palm of the hand, and it is useless to regret it.

Gu Xiaoman moved so fast that the three men in the car didn't react for a while.

Fu Wenyao was the first to react, thinking that her mouth was stuck for too long and felt uncomfortable, took the scissors from her hand, and said softly, "Xiao Xiao, I'll do it."

Gu Xiaoman let Fu Wenyao take the scissors with broken jars, leaned on Fu Wenyao with drooping shoulders, and let the man cut her hair.

Fu Wenyao first cut off the tape, and then carefully tore off the tape on Gu Xiaoman's face.

The adhesive tape was not particularly long, but it was also difficult to tear off. As soon as a small hole was torn, Gu Xiaoman shook his body in pain.

The movements of Fu Wenyao's hands suddenly became more gentle, and he leaned over and gently blew on Gu Xiaoman's flushed face.

Warm breath rushed towards his face, Gu Xiaoman's body froze, his hands on his knees tightened suddenly, his little face turned red, he looked at Fu Wenyao's handsome face close at hand, his body was tense like a primary school student with his legs together and obedient Sitting still and not daring to move.

Fu Wenyao carefully tore off the tape on his little wife's face while blowing gently, creating a warm and ambiguous atmosphere.

Yang You half squatted on the ground with his head down and carefully packed the medicine box on the table, while Tao Yan took his mobile phone and ordered the man in black to send the two men to the underground club, and also ordered the Audi to be sent to 4S Store cleaning and disinfection.

As for whether my husband will use this car in the future, I still have to wait for my husband to decide.

The tape on his face was completely torn off, and Gu Xiaoman's face was so red that he was about to bleed.

Fu Wenyao was still cutting her hair seriously, Gu Xiaoman let out a sigh of relief with his eyes downcast.

Her mouth was sticky for too long, dry and hot, she frowned, wondering if her mouth was swollen.

Fu Wenyao cut off her hair, then took a cotton swab and dipped it in water to carefully moisten the little wife's dry mouth that was about to peel.

Gu Xiaoman quietly stroked the hair that only reached his chin, completely unable to imagine how ugly he looked now, and closed his eyes in despair.

She just didn't want to accept the reality and closed her eyes, but she didn't expect to slowly fall asleep.

After Fu Wenyao moistened his wife's lips with a cotton swab, he realized that his wife had closed her eyes and fell asleep with long breaths.

The upper half of the little wife's face was pale, and the face covered by the tape was slightly red because of the tape, her bright eyes were tightly closed, her curled eyelashes were still stained with tears, and the corners of her eyes were also red , looking pitifully tight.

The little wife's long, fluffy and smooth hair was now cut down to her chin. Although he tried his best to cut it neatly, the ends of it were still a bit messy.

Seeing that the little wife's head was about to hang down, Fu Wenyao quickly supported the little wife's chin with his hands, bent down and picked up the little wife and put him on the bed behind.

Tucked up the quilt for the little wife, and just as he was about to get up, his hand was caught by the little wife.

The little wife frowned, holding his hand tightly with her little hand, still muttering something in her mouth.

Fu Wenyao leaned over and put his ear close to the little wife's mouth. The little wife's soft and uneasy voice hit the eardrum: "Mr. Fu, Mr. Fu, save me, save me, I'm so scared."

The little wife was obviously very disturbed, her brows were tightly frowned, tears rolled out from the corners of her eyes, and her little hands were tightly grasping his hand, like a dying person grabbing the only straw to save her life.

Fu Wenyao's deep eyes were full of boundless undercurrents, he wiped away the hot tears from the corners of the little wife's eyes with his fingertips, and gently kissed the little wife's forehead.