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

"Well……"

The warm palm was pressed against the ankle, which was unexpectedly comfortable. Gu Xiaoman's frowning brows just eased a little, and she almost jumped up from the sharp pain.

Gu Xiaoman looked at the expressionless Fu Wenyao with tears in his eyes, and whimpered accusingly: "It hurts..."

The voice was soft, full of grievances and flattery, Fu Wenyao's heart trembled, and he subconsciously wanted to lighten the pressure, but thinking of Yang You's advice, he squinted his eyes, and the strength in his hands did not relax in the slightest.

"Hold the pillow when it hurts."

Thinking that Fu Wenyao would let go of his hand, who would have waited for this sentence, Gu Xiaoman angrily pulled the pillow next to him, and as soon as he hugged him into his arms, he felt a heart-rending pain in his ankle.

Resisting the urge to kick Fu Wenyao away, Gu Xiaoman wiped away tears, doubting: "Mr. Fu...you...are you sure you want to rub like this?"

Fu Wenyao knocked on the door before she had time to baidu, but it shouldn't hurt so much.

Could it be because she didn't agree, so Fu Wenyao avenged his personal revenge?
Gu Xiaoman was so painful that he was about to lose his mind, so he wrote down a note in his small notebook: Fu Wenyao is a villain who must take revenge!

Fu Wenyao knew it would hurt, but he didn't know that Gu Xiaoman would be so afraid of pain. The delicate little milk cat looked at him accusingly, as if he was a heinous villain.

He was about to speak, but Gu Xiaoman tried to negotiate terms with Fu Wenyao because he couldn't stand the pain.

"That... file... I promise... Is it okay if I promise? You..."

"What did you say?"

Caught off guard by the answer, Fu Wenyao stopped his movements and looked at Gu Xiaoman secretly.

Gu Xiaoman had planned to wait for Fu Wenyao to come back before agreeing, but he never found a chance at night.

Wiping away her tears, she said seriously, "I've thought it through... I promise you."

His black eyes deepened, Fu Wenyao picked up the medicated oil and poured some more into his palm, and said in a low voice, "Yes."

Ok?
Just an "um"?
There was a sudden sense of loss in my heart, and before Gu Xiaoman could figure out what she was disappointed with, Fu Wenyao rubbed his hands and was about to continue rubbing her ankles.

"and many more!"

Panicked and yelled, Gu Xiaoman pointed to Fu Wenyao's hand, and asked back in disbelief: "Do you still need... medicine?"

Fu Wenyao was stunned for a moment, then nodded under Gu Xiaoman's accusing gaze.

"Yang You said that at least 15 minutes of massage with medicated oil is needed to heal quickly."

"what?!!"

Gu Xiaoman screamed, and looked at Fu Wenyao aggrievedly, "I've already promised you...promised you...ah!"

The excruciating pain came again, and she cried out in pain, so loud that even Uncle Jiang who passed by the door was startled.

Gu Xiaoman lost all reason due to the pain, and kicked Fu Wenyao vigorously with his other foot.

"Wuuu...you go away...I don't want...don't want you to give me medicine...ah...you let Yang You come..."

"What did you say?"

Fu Wenyao's tone was cold, and with a strong hand, Gu Xiaoman's face turned pale again, and even his voice softened.

"Woooo... You don't know how to take medicine at all... Wuwu... Bad guy!"

Fu Wenyao clamped her restless other foot between her legs, rubbed her ankle without saying a word, and let Gu Xiaoman be covered in sweat and tears from the pain.

In the end, Gu Xiaoman fainted from the pain.

The moment the alarm clock rang, Fu Wenyao breathed a sigh of relief. It was only a 15-minute massage, which was more tiring than working in the company for a week.