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

Mr. Fu suffered such a serious injury because of her, and he can no longer be wronged by Mr. Fu to go to bed hungry. It is her responsibility to feed Mr. Fu!
The little wife came to the bathroom but didn't mean to go in. Fu Wenyao looked back at the little wife who was following him like a little tail, and inexplicably remembered the little wife who was drunk that night.

She also followed behind him step by step like now, clingy and pitiful, afraid that he would not want her, she pursed her mouth and shed tears aggrievedly when she was caught.

The poor little wife who was wronged that night flashed before his eyes, Fu Wenyao's eyes softened, and after opening the door, he took the initiative to hold the little wife.

Unprepared to be held by him, Gu Xiaoman curled up his fingers uneasily, and couldn't help but look at the hands held together by the two of them.

Mr. Fu has slender joints, big palms, wide and warm, which almost completely wrap her hands, giving her a very sense of security.

The warmth came from Mr. Fu's dry palm, and the temperature seemed to spread all the way to his heart along the palm. Gu Xiaoman's heart warmed up. He squinted his eyes, and was lazily led by Mr. Fu to the kitchen. His bright eyes bent into a crescent shape.

Gu Xiaoman inexplicably hopes that he can go on like this with Mr. Fu.

Unfortunately, the house she bought was too small, and the kitchen was only a few steps away.

Seeing that Fu Wenyao was about to put the bowl in when he opened the dishwasher, Gu Xiaoman hurriedly stopped him, "Just use this bowl, or it will be a waste. Or, do you dislike me? Then you used a spoon with me just now."

As soon as she said the words, she immediately regretted it.

Why did she use such an intimate and coquettish tone so naturally?

Although Mr. Fu took the initiative to hold her hand, it seems that the relationship between her and Mr. Fu is not so close.

Thinking of this, Gu Xiaoman's heart felt sore for a while, she curled her hands in annoyance, held back the soreness in her heart, and found an excuse in a perfunctory manner.

"Forget it, this bowl is too small, it's too troublesome to add bowls one by one, let's get a big bowl."

After saying that, she let go of Fu Wenyao's hand, and took the initiative to take the bowl from Fu Wenyao's other hand and put it into the dishwasher, then took out a large bowl from the bowl rack, and shook it at Fu Wenyao.

"Mr. Fu, is this size okay? Is it enough for you?"

The palm suddenly emptied, and Fu Wenyao's heart seemed to be emptied as well. He was not in a high mood, so he hummed lightly.

After the words fell, the kitchen fell into silence, and the silent silence spread between the two of them, no longer the warm and ambiguous atmosphere before.

Gu Xiaoman felt a pang of regret, closed the bowl rack with a sleepy expression, and said to himself: "Well, then use this bowl."

She opened the casserole and filled half a bowl of porridge before looking back at Fu Wenyao who was silent.

"Mr. Fu, do you want some more?"

Fu Wenyao was silent.

Gu Xiaoman's hand holding the bowl tightened, and he added another spoonful to the bowl, looking at Fu Wenyao questioningly with his bright eyes.

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, his eyes fell on his little wife's face, he didn't even look at the porridge in the bowl, and gave a faint "hmm".

It is obvious that Mr. Fu treats people with such a cold look, but Gu Xiaoman suddenly can't stand Mr. Fu's cold look, feels wronged inexplicably, and regrets not falling in his heart.

Maybe, she shouldn't let go of Mr. Fu's hand, maybe, she shouldn't have said that sentence.

She closed the lid of the casserole stiffly, took a porcelain white spoon into the bowl, and said dryly, "Let's go out and eat."

After finishing speaking, I don't know if I didn't want to hear Fu Wenyao's cold response, and walked out of the kitchen quickly with the bowl in hand.

"It's late, you were frightened today, go back to sleep first."

A deep and cold voice sounded behind him, Gu Xiaoman froze, put the bowl in his hand on the table, closed his eyes and remained silent.

She clenched her hands, and it took a while before she turned to look at Fu Wenyao.

"Let me feed you, your arm is injured, don't pull the wound any more."

With that said, Gu Xiaoman sat down on the chair and motioned for Fu Wenyao to come over quickly.

It was rare for the little wife to persist, so Fu Wenyao walked over and sat down beside her.

Gu Xiaoman scooped up a spoonful of porridge and handed it to Fu Wenyao's lips earnestly, like an emotionless feeding robot, with no fluctuation in his complexion, only the crimson ears in his hair revealed the owner's not so peaceful heart.

Fu Wenyao looked deeply at his little wife's red ears, and suddenly bit the spoon in his mouth.

Gu Xiaoman's fingers trembled, pretending to look at Fu Wenyao calmly, "Spoon..."

Fu Wenyao saw his little self reflected in his little wife's clear eyes, as if he was the only one in his little wife's eyes.

He squinted his eyes, groped forward with the hand hanging by his side, and held the other hand of his little wife on his knee.

The little wife's clear eyes suddenly widened, and the blush gradually climbed up the little wife's delicate cheeks. Fu Wenyao let go of the spoon in a good mood.

Gu Xiaoman curled up his toes shyly in his slippers, pretending not to know what Fu Wenyao did just now, and continued to feed Mr. Fu porridge seriously.

Little did she know that her bright eyes had long betrayed their master and turned into crescent moons.

……

Gu Xiaoman's neck was injured, his hair was cut randomly in an emergency, and because of being frightened, he simply took a few days off to recuperate at home.

Fu Wenyao's back was also injured, Gu Xiaoman refused to let him cook, stared at him from time to time, and resolutely refused to let him do anything harmful to the wound.

The only trouble is that the injury on Mr. Fu's back cannot touch water, and Gu Xiaoman needs to wipe his back.

On the second day at home, Gu Xiaoman sent someone to Gu's house.

Her wounds were not healed and Mr. Fu was injured. She didn't want to see Gu Jiyuan and the others for the time being, so she directly contacted the bodyguard who had been to Gu's house before, and asked him to take someone to Gu's villa to supervise Gu Jiyuan and Chu Mei's move.

If they don't move, it will be the same as last time, just smash it, and she will bear any loss.

Gu Jiyuan and Chu Mei didn't know if it was a mistake this time. The captain of the bodyguard smashed a decoration in front of them, and the two immediately ordered the servants to pack their things, and they moved all the way to the evening, and finally moved out of the Gu family's villa.

Gu Xiaomanyun supervised the cleaning to clean the villa again from the inside to the outside, and was not in a hurry to hang the villa out.

After all, there were good memories in this villa, and this villa belonged to her mother.

The most important thing is that the land of the villa and the small forest park around it belong to Gu Xiaoman. She always feels that it is good not to sell the villa now, and there is no shortage of money for the time being.

After recuperating at home for a week, the wounds on Gu Xiaoman's neck have all healed, and the scabs have fallen off, turning into a few pink scratches.

Yang You came to Yuting Garden in the middle, checked the wounds of the two, and left a few bottles of scar removal cream.

The wound on Fu Wenyao's back was also removed, which had little impact on his life.