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

Chapter 225 What, Want To Sleep With Me?

It must be the way she got up today!

Otherwise, how could I hear such horrifying news? It's not in line with common sense at all!

Glancing at Gu Xiaoman, who was obviously doubting his life, the anger in Fu Wenyao's eyes climbed to the extreme.

The damned little woman!I really don't know what to do!

When you are sick, you will toss, and you just wake up and don't admit it?

Unaware that it angered Fu Wenyao again, Gu Xiaoman stared at the meat porridge on the dining table and swallowed, couldn't wait to sit down at the dining table, picked up chopsticks and began to eat breakfast seriously.

Seeing her starving appearance, most of the anger in Fu Wenyao's heart dissipated immediately, and he reminded him coldly: "Eat slowly."

Gu Xiaoman suddenly remembered his delicate cat tongue, and smiled gratefully at Fu Wenyao, "Thank you."

After finishing speaking, she bulged her cheeks and blew hard on the spoon twice, then hurriedly stuffed the porridge into her mouth, and squinted her eyes in satisfaction.

Seeing that the little wife was not burned at all, Fu Wenyao looked away.

Gu Xiaoman was really hungry. After eating half a bowl of porridge, she finally felt better in her stomach. Embarrassed, she scooped another bowl of porridge for herself, and then slowly began to enjoy the food.

After breakfast, seeing Fu Wenyao walking into the study, thinking of Aunt Zhao's words, Gu Xiaoman worriedly called him to stop.

"Thank you for taking care of me last night. You probably didn't sleep much last night. Go to sleep for a while. It's not too late to work after you rest."

Because of the fever, the little wife's cheeks were flushed unnaturally, her eyes were bright and serious, and her fragility was full of tenacious vitality, which was particularly moving.

Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Why, do you want to sleep with me?"

"..."

When good words came out of his mouth, why did they become so... so ambiguous?

Gu Xiaoman's face turned red to the base of his neck, he curled up helplessly, glared at him angrily, and fled in despair.

Watching his little wife return to the room, Fu Wenyao's cold lips curved into an intoxicating arc.

……

When Gu Xiaoman woke up again, it was almost lunch time.

Her body relaxed a lot, she sat up and stretched a lot, lifted the quilt and got out of bed.

After a simple wash, she had just opened the door of the master bedroom and was about to see Xiao Yi when Xiao Yi's soft voice sounded in the corridor.

"Mommy, you're awake."

The villain ran over with a "squeak" and threw himself into Gu Xiaoman's arms,

Gu Xiaoman finally felt relieved, hugged Xiaoyi tightly in his arms, and let go of her quickly.

"Xiao Yi, Mommy is sick, so I can't kiss Mommy, you know."

Xiaoyi sighed regretfully, tilted his head and said unhappy: "Did I infect Mommy?"

"of course not!"

Rubbing Xiaoyi's hair with a smile, Gu Xiaoman said in a soft voice: "It's sickness that can't beat us Xiaoyi, so I came to fight with Mommy again."

"Oh, oh, so that's how it is. Then Mommy has to work harder, and beat the illness quickly."

Gu Xiaoman nodded with a smile, and led her downstairs.

Seeing them coming down, Aunt Zhao directed the servants to serve the lunch together.

Not seeing Fu Wenyao in the restaurant, Gu Xiaoman was about to ask Aunt Zhao when familiar footsteps sounded behind him.

Before lunch was over, Fu Wenyao's cell phone rang suddenly.

Gu Xiaoman paused holding the spoon, and subconsciously glanced at the vibrating phone, just in time to see the words "Ding Chuchu" on the screen.