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

She remembered that at that time, Gu Jiyuan had already started to come home late often, and sometimes he didn't see anyone for a week.

Grandpa was on vacation on the island during that time, and only her and mother were left in the huge villa.

My mother took her in the flower room, and told her about various flowers and plants in a gentle and detailed manner.

That time was a warm and peaceful time that she rarely remembered.

Gently stroking all kinds of flowers and plants in the painting with her fingertips, she opened the remaining paintings one by one full of nostalgia.

Without exception, all the paintings are hers.

The background is still the beautiful and dreamy glass greenhouse. The little girl in the painting grows up little by little, but the bright smile on her face remains unchanged.

The strokes of several paintings are gentle and delicate, and you can feel the strong love of the painter just by looking at the paintings.

The last painting is completely different from the others. In the painting, there is a tall and thin boy standing behind the girl, quietly reaching out to insert the red plum in his hand into the girl's hair.

Gu Xiaoman recognized the tall and thin boy in the painting as Ji Shiyan at a glance.

Putting the painting on the bed, she lay on the edge of the bed, rubbing the gorgeous fireworks in the painting with her fingertips, and the dusty memories gradually became clear.

She remembers very clearly that it was the last Spring Festival that her mother spent with her.

At that time, Gu Jiyuan hadn't been home for several months, and she didn't know that Gu Jiyuan had already had a home outside, and her heart was not on her mother and herself at all.

Naively believing that Gu Jiyuan was really busy, he foolishly counted the days with his fingers, hoping that the next day would be the Spring Festival.

In the past, no matter how busy Gu Jiyuan was, as long as it was Chinese New Year, he would definitely spend the Spring Festival with her and his mother.

However, that year, for the first time in history, Gu Jiyuan did not come back.

On New Year's Eve, she stubbornly moved a stool and sat at the gate, staring at the road eagerly, hoping to see the black Aston Martin.

Her mother tried to persuade her a few times, but she refused to go back. When the night fell, she drooped her face and let the housekeeper move the chair back to the room in frustration.

At that time, my mother should have guessed it, so she cheered up and tried her best to make her happy.

Mom ordered the housekeeper to still decorate the house in a New Year's atmosphere, dragged her to teach her how to make dumplings, and even invited Ji Shiyan to come over to play.

The empty villa was actually bustling and bustling, not so deserted and lonely.

After the New Year's Eve dinner, my mother mysteriously took her and Ji Shiyan to the garden, saying that there was a surprise for her.

It wasn't until the astonishingly beautiful fireworks bloomed in the night sky that she realized that her mother had spent money to apply for a fireworks display permit long ago, just to make her happy.

That year, although Gu Jiyuan didn't come back, even though there were still only her and her mother in the villa, it was the happiest Spring Festival she had ever had.

After that, when her mother passed away, Gu Jiyuan picked up Chu Mei and Gu Yunshi back, and the Gu family's villa finally became lively, but the fireworks and joy she was longing for had nothing to do with her.

When Fu Wenyao returned home, his little wife was nowhere to be seen. When he opened the bedroom door, he saw a painting on the bed.

The little wife was lying on the edge of the bed, rubbing a painting with her fingertips, her delicate face was full of nostalgia.

He closed the door, walked over lightly, bent down and was about to hug the little wife, when he glimpsed the content of the painting out of the corner of his eye, he narrowed his phoenix eyes, sat down behind the little wife, and spoke lightly.

"looking at what?"

The deep and hoarse voice almost rubbed against his ears, Gu Xiaoman was startled, suddenly came back to his senses, and turned to look at Fu Wenyao.

"When did you come back?"

She was really shocked, and her voice was a little weak.

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, the little wife's eyes were wide open, and she was terribly panicked. If it was a cat, she would probably have exploded all over by now.

He stretched out his hand to wrap a strand of his little wife's hair behind his ear, and smiled softly.

"scared you?"

Gu Xiaoman was still a little dazed, took Fu Wenyao's hand and put it on her heart, and nodded honestly.

"Why don't you make any sound when you walk? It really scared me. My heartbeat hasn't returned to normal until now."

The little wife's eyes were full of accusations, and her voice was delicate and soft, like a spoiled child.

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled, and he couldn't help but clasped her slender waist, half-forced his little wife and took a long kiss.

When they parted, Gu Xiaoman's delicate face blushed, and he leaned against Fu Wenyao's body limply, breathing heavily.

Unsatisfied, Fu Wenyao lightly pecked and kissed his delicate wife's delicate neck, looked at the painting on the bed with a careless expression, and asked casually, "What were you looking at before?"

Gu Xiaoman followed his gaze dazedly, pulled the other pictures over and spread them out in front of Fu Wenyao as if showing off.

"I went to the bank today to take out all the things my mother left for me. These are all paintings my mother drew for me. I have seen my mother draw pictures occasionally before. I didn't expect my mother to draw so many pictures for me. .”

Fu Wenyao looked at them one by one. In one of the paintings, Gu Xiaoman was wearing a white princess dress, bending over to smell the fragrance of flowers. The sunlight cast beautiful light and shadows on her body through the glass window, making her look like an elf among flowers.

The painter puts almost all the brush and ink on the characters, and the surrounding flowers and plants all serve as a backdrop, which shows the painter's love for the characters in the painting.

He hooked his lips and smiled, and said in a low voice: "Your mother loves you very much."

"Yeah, mom loves me so much."

Gu Xiaoman's eyes were shining brightly, and his eyes fell on the painting, "So in my mother's eyes, I am like this."

She nestled in Fu Wenyao's arms, and told him what she was doing in the painting with a showy look. When she was talking about the last picture, she saw the juvenile version of Ji Shiyan above, and she was inexplicably guilty. Pull the painting next to it to cover that painting.

"It's getting late, it's time to take a shower and go to bed."

"Not urgent."

Fu Wenyao pulled out Gu Xiaoman's painting from the bottom and placed it on top, and tapped Ji Shiyan's face with his fingers, with a smile in his eyes.

"Who is this? Won't Xiaoxiao tell me something?"

There was a smile in his eyes, and his voice was the same as before, but Gu Xiaoman was inexplicably flustered, so he dared not say any more, and said perfunctorily: "Well, it's been too long, and I forgot too, maybe it's the little boy from the neighbor who came to play Yes."

The little wife's eyes wandered, and she didn't tell the truth.

Fu Wenyao looked at her with a half-smile, which made Gu Xiaoman feel more flustered, and stammered, "It's time, it's time to take a bath."

After saying that, she wanted to get up, but Fu Wenyao's hand around her waist did not loosen at all.

A deep and hoarse voice sounded from the ear: "Xiao Xiao, you have learned to lie to me? Huh?"

The man rested his head on her neck, and there was a hint of disappointment in his voice.

The usually arrogant and cold man suddenly showed weakness, Gu Xiaoman couldn't resist it.