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

With a wry smile, he sent Xiaotuanzi to the car, watched the black Bentley drive away from the community, Gu Xiaoman turned and walked back reluctantly.

Still thinking about Xiao Yi, she didn't notice the steps for a while, tripped over her shoes, fell forward unsteadily.

The bottom is full of steps, if you fall, you might hit your head, Gu Xiao's face turned pale.

"Be careful."

Fu Wenyao's deep and mellow voice came from behind, and Gu Xiaoman was so flustered that he waved his arms in the air and staggered to stand still.

Her slender waist was embraced by an arm stretched from behind, and she fell heavily into Fu Wenyao's arms.

The back was tightly pressed against Fu Wenyao's broad and warm chest, and the warm touch was transmitted through the clothes. Gu Xiaoman stood firm, his scared heart was still beating wildly.

The little wife was obviously frightened, her body trembled slightly, and her delicate face was pale.

Fu Wenyao rubbed the top of her head and comforted her softly: "Don't be afraid, it's okay."

After realizing how intimate the two of them are now, Gu Xiaoman's ear twitched, blushed and withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms, and moved a few steps to the side to keep a safe distance from Fu Wenyao.

She narrowed her eyes and looked at the toe of the shoe, and whispered thanks: "Thank you."

After the words were out of my mouth, I remembered that Fu Wenyao had emphasized before that there is no need to be so polite between them.

Gu Xiaoman clenched his hands in confusion, a little annoyed that the avoiding action just now was too obvious, if Mr. Fu asked, how would he answer?

Before she could think about it, the sound of footsteps came from her ears, she subconsciously tightened her body, and followed the prestige.

Fu Wenyao glanced at her indifferently, laughed angrily at her alienated and indifferent attitude, and walked towards her with a cold face.

The man put his hands in his pockets, his cold face was covered with a layer of frost, and his aura was fierce.

Gu Xiaoman swallowed nervously, not knowing how to explain it for a while, so he said bravely, "I, I..."

She didn't give me a clue for a long time, trembling slightly nervously.

Fu Wenyao didn't even look at her, walked around her up the steps, and strode into the hall.

The familiar Leng Xiang twitched at the tip of his nose and walked away.

Gu Xiaoman stood where he was, his hair hit his face in the cold wind, like a loud slap.

She trembled, and looked up at Fu Wenyao's indifferent back in disbelief. After a while, she chuckled, her eyes full of mockery.

I am really self-indulgent!
Fu Wenyao never said a word of liking to her, but just showed a little bit of tenderness to her, and she forgot that the reason why she married Fu Wenyao was only because of that contract.

She narrowed her eyes to hide the hurt and loss in her eyes, suppressed the soreness in her heart, pursed her lips and walked back.

Before entering the hall, she still had a glimmer of hope, perhaps, Mr. Fu would wait for her to go back together.

After all, Mr. Fu promised to give Xiao Yi a younger brother and sister, so he should have a little liking for her, right?
However, the hall was empty, and there was no sign of Mr. Fu at all.

The floor displayed by the elevator is the 21st floor, and Mr. Fu has already gone upstairs first.

Gu Xiaoman bit his lip, pursed his mouth unhappily, and pressed the elevator angrily.

Don't wait, don't wait, she is not alone who can't make an elevator.

After getting out of the elevator, she deliberately increased her walking noise, not knowing if she was telling the people in the house that she was back.

As soon as the door opened, a bony hand stretched out from the crack of the door, grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the door.

Gu Xiaoman exclaimed and was dragged into the room. Before she could stand still, Fu Wenyao slammed on the door.

Fu Wenyao propped his powerful forearm on the door, and said in a low voice, "Why do you hide from me?"

With his heart still beating wildly, Gu Xiaoman's eyes flashed, he grabbed the hem of his clothes helplessly, and whispered: "No, no."

Her chin was suddenly pinched, and she was forced to look up at Fu Wenyao, her curled eyelashes fluttering and blinking.

Warm breath sprayed down, Fu Wenyao was very close, and Gu Xiaoman who was so close could almost see his little self in his deep eyes.

Porcelain white earlobes turned red uncontrollably. Seeing Fu Wenyao's downfall, she opened her eyes wide and subconsciously turned her head. Warm lips brushed her lips and landed on her fair cheeks.

"Lying? Huh?"

A deep and hoarse voice rang in his ears, Gu Xiaoman's crow-like eyelashes trembled, and he swallowed nervously.

"me……"

The little wife's cheeks were flushed, her eyelashes fluttered in panic, trembling like a frightened little rabbit.

Rubbing her small chin with his fingertips, Fu Wenyao had rare patience, lowered his voice, and coaxed her in a low voice.

"Don't worry, speak slowly."

Fu Wenyao's lips were close at hand, and his warm breath sprayed against his ears. When he spoke, his lips almost touched his cheeks. Gu Xiaoman froze in place, not daring to move.

She took a deep breath, summoned up the courage to reach out and push Fu Wenyao.

"Let go of me first."

Fu Wenyao took a deep look at her, withdrew his hand and took a step back.

Before Gu Xiaoman could heave a sigh of relief, he suddenly leaned over and directly hugged his little wife.

Feet off the ground by surprise, Gu Xiaoman instinctively hugged Fu Wenyao's arm, struggled to shake his leg, and hurriedly said, "No, I haven't changed my shoes yet."

Fu Wenyao pursed his lips, carried his little wife all the way to the living room, sat down on the sofa directly, let the little wife sit on his lap, and tightly circled the little wife with his strong arms.

Gu Xiaoman: "..."

If I had known this would happen, it would be better than the wall dong just now.

The muscles in the man's legs were strong and strong, Gu Xiaoman moved uncomfortably, his toes stretched out, trying to land on the ground.

If you step on the dirt, just step on it. At worst, let the mopping robot mop the floor. This posture is too intimate!

The little wife was restless, and her round and soft buttocks rubbed against her legs in a disorganized way a few times. A gust of evil fire went straight to her lower abdomen. Fu Wenyao's eyes suddenly darkened, and her Adam's apple rolled up and down. little things.

"Snapped!"

With the sound of clear and crisp applause, Gu Xiaoman's whole body didn't freeze, his eyes widened in disbelief, his face flushed completely red, and even reddened all the way to his neck.

She turned her head to look at Fu Wenyao, her eyes widened, and she stammered, "You, you, you hit me!"

"do not move!"

Fu Wenyao's whole body was tense, and he was going crazy from being tormented by this restless thing.

Gu Xiaoman didn't even know that he had lit the fire, his whole body was shrouded in shame, two small flames ignited in his eyes, and he struggled vigorously angrily.

"Bastard! Rogue! Let me go!"

As the little wife struggled, the crimson earlobe brushed against Fu Wenyao's lips.

The man's eyes darkened, he closed his mouth, and bit his teeth lightly.

"hiss."

Gu Xiaoman gasped in pain, his eyes were red.