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

She bit her lip, turned around and looked at Fu Wenyao face to face, her fingers hooked nervously on the buttons of his shirt.

"I just didn't know what to say for a while, I didn't know that my mother even drew Ji Shiyan in the painting."

Early in the morning, he guessed that the young man behind Xiaojiao's wife was Ji Shiyan, and when he really heard the name from Xiaojiao's wife, Fu Wenyao's eyes rolled darkly, and he resisted the urge to reach out and tear the painting to pieces.

He was so tired of that man appearing next to his little wife, in fact, he could hardly stand any man appearing beside his little wife.

The little wife is his, and it's his own little one, and the other men beside him are not even worthy of standing next to the little wife!
Suppressing the violence in his heart, Fu Wenyao's deep eyes finally moved away from the painting and fell on the little wife.

The little wife looked up at him with her small face up, her clear eyes were a little uneasy, and her fingers grabbed the buttons of his clothes nervously, almost pulling them off.

The gloom in Fu Wenyao's eyes dissipated a lot in an instant, and he sighed and kissed his little wife's forehead lightly.

"I also want to know the story behind this painting."

The husband has already spoken, because Gu Xiaoman was wronged because he lied first, so he had to bite the bullet and pick out what he could tell and tell him in detail.

Until she finished speaking, Fu Wenyao didn't interject a word or express any opinion, as if he was listening to something unrelated to him indifferently.

It was clear that when she was talking about the previous paintings, Mr. Fu was obviously very interested, and even asked her some details, as if he wanted to travel through time to see her when she was a child.

Seeing that Fu Wenyao's eyes fell on the boy in the painting again, Gu Xiaoman blinked, and finally understood.

She let go of the innocent button, wrapped her porcelain-white delicate arms around Fu Wenyao's neck, shrank into his arms coquettishly, and asked softly, "Sir, are you jealous?"

Under her bright gaze, Fu Wenyao nodded, then shook his head again.

The hand clasped around Gu Xiaoman's waist suddenly tightened, and he leaned over to get closer to his little wife.

Forehead against forehead, nose tip against nose tip, warm breath sprayed on Gu Xiaoman's cheeks, making her cheeks blush, and a shy look flashed across her eyes.

Fu Wenyao sighed in a low voice, with a hint of regret in his deep voice.

"Xiao Xiao, it's a pity that I didn't meet you earlier. If I could have met you sooner, the person in the painting should be me."

I thought that my husband was just jealous, but I didn't expect that besides being jealous, there was also the regret of not being able to participate in her past.

Gu Xiaoman's heart was so sore, she rubbed the tip of Fu Wenyao's nose delicately, and softly comforted the troubled husband: "Sir, it's okay. Life is so long, as long as we are by each other's side now and in the future, we will be fine." Yeah."

Fu Wenyao was silent and did not speak, and after a long time, he sighed softly.

His voice was barely audible, and he was angry: "If I had met you sooner, I would have done better than him!"

It was rare to see Fu Wenyao's childish side, Gu Xiaoman burst out laughing, and boldly stretched out his hand to pinch his face.

"Sir, why are you so cute!"

As soon as the words fell, he was immediately kissed deeply by the lovely gentleman.

Wanting to comfort the lost husband, Gu Xiaoman cooperated extraordinarily this time, obediently raising his head to bear the husband's plunder and tenderness.

When she was finally let go by her husband, she realized that at some point, she had already straddled him, and the little gentleman was aggressively poking at her soft spot.

Gu Xiaoman blushed with embarrassment, and withdrew from Fu Wenyao's arms in a panic, tidying up the paintings on the bed in a hurry.

Fu Wenyao's Adam's apple rolled, he got up and went to the bathroom quickly.

There was a sound of closing the door, and Gu Xiaoman let out a breath of hot air, lying on the bed with a blushing face, and buried his head in his arms.

After a while, she calmed down and carefully put away the paintings on the bed.

After tidying up the paintings, she searched for what her mother had written on the paintings on a whim, and unexpectedly found that her mother still had a place in the world of painting and calligraphy.

Mother's paintings have not only participated in the "Chinese Painting and Calligraphy Exhibition", but even her name is listed with the masters in the painting and calligraphy circles.

Many people praised my mother for her excellent talent. My mother did not make money by selling paintings. She sold very few paintings, but every time a pair appeared, it would cause people to scramble for it.

Even because of her mother's death, her mother's paintings have risen even higher, and Yichi paintings have sold for a high price of 300 million.

Gu Xiaoman looked through the information about his mother on the Internet bit by bit, and saw that many people in the painting and calligraphy circles regretted his mother's death, and his eyes turned red.

It's great that there are still so many people who feel sorry for her mother's death. It turns out that there are other people in this world who are grieving for her mother's death. It turns out that she is not the only one who remembers her mother.

From the corner of her eye, she saw the unopened file bag on the table, she put down her phone, took a deep breath and opened the file bag.

There is a lot of information in the bag, not only the detailed physical examination report of the mother before she fell ill, but also all the cases of the mother's hospitalization in the hospital, and even the test report of the mother's blood, the report results showed that there were a lot of antibiotic residues in the mother's body , these antibiotics are the main cause of hepatitis.

Seeing this report, Gu Xiaoman's pupils shrank, his hand holding the report suddenly tightened, and a coldness burst out of his eyes.

Sure enough, my mother's illness was man-made!
A boundless anger surged up in her heart, she suppressed the surging anger in her heart, and hastily opened another small file bag.

Inside the bag were a few photos, a small USB stick and a few pages of investigation report.

She opened the photo and saw the antibiotic bottle in Gu Jiyuan's hand in the photo, her eyes almost burst into flames.

The photo shows the time it was taken, which was two days before my mother became ill.

The rest of the photos, some are of Gu Jiyuan and Chu Mei rolling on the bed, there is also time in the photos, some are when she was not born, and some are when she was one year old...

Gu Xiaoman looked at the entangled white flesh in the photo with disgust, and wished he could pass through the photo and stab the two of them with a knife.

Angrily, she paced back and forth, putting down the photo to check the investigation records.

One of the records is that when my mother was nine months pregnant, there was a car accident. The investigation results showed that the car accident was related to Gu Jiyuan, but because the time was too long, no effective evidence could be found.

Another record shows that two days after Gu Jiyuan bought the antibiotics, Chu Mei went to find her mother behind Gu Jiyuan's back. Gu Jiyuan disliked that the amount she took was too small and worried that it would not work, so he gave her mother another medicine.

Gu Xiaoman clasped her hands tightly. She had long guessed that Chu Mei had something to do with her mother's illness, but she never expected that Gu Jiyuan was behind the scenes!