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

Just after Fu Wenyao sent the message, the car stopped suddenly.

He frowned slightly, raised his eyes to look at the driver, and the smile in his black eyes was instantly replaced by coldness.

The temperature inside the car suddenly dropped several degrees.

The driver noticed his displeasure, and explained tremblingly: "Master, someone stopped the car."

Fu Wenyao glanced at him lightly, his deep and dark eyes looked out of the window, and his eyes fell on the black car parked obliquely in front of him.

Seeing the license plate of the car, he narrowed his black eyes slightly, and a mockery flashed in his eyes.

He withdrew his gaze and told the driver coldly, "Drive."

His voice was low and filled with boundless chill.

The driver didn't dare to disobey his orders any more, he lit the ignition and was ready to start the car.

A middle-aged man in a black tunic suddenly stepped down from the car diagonally ahead.

Qiao Bo walked straight to this side, opened the rear door respectfully, and looked at Fu Wenyao who was sitting in the back seat.

"Master Wen Yao, the old lady has something to tell you."

Fu Wenyao glanced at him indifferently and remained silent.

The car fell silent instantly, and the atmosphere was anxious and stagnant.

The driver's hands holding the steering wheel were covered with sweat, and he sat quietly in his seat, not knowing whether to start the car or not.

Although Qiao Bo standing outside the car didn't show it on his face, his heart had already been raised high, and he watched Fu Wenyao's face carefully, feeling bitter in his heart.

Ever since Master Wen Yao grew up and moved to Bishuiwan, he could no longer guess what Master Wen Yao was thinking.

Although Master Wen Yao has always respected the old lady, he always feels that Master Wen Yao is not as close to the old lady as he was when he was a child.

I always feel that there is a lot of alienation in the respect.

But the old lady didn't seem to notice this at all, and cared about Master Wen Yao as always.

He originally thought that with the passage of time, one day, Master Wen Yao would be less polite and alienated from the old lady.

Unfortunately, ever since Master Wen Yao and Gu Xiaoman got together, the conflict between Master Wen Yao and the old lady began to deepen.

Now, Uncle Jiang is actually ordered not to allow the old lady's car to enter Bishuiwan.

God knows what the old lady was thinking when Uncle Jiang ordered people to close the gate of the villa and prevented them from entering.

In so many years, it was the first time he saw the old lady's face so ugly.

He originally thought that the old lady would go back directly in anger.

Who knew, not only did the old lady not leave, she even ordered the driver to stop and wait for Fu Wenyao to come back.

He didn't even call Fu Wenyao.

It can be seen how angry the old lady is.

Thinking of this, Qiao Bo sighed in his heart, and couldn't help persuading Fu Wenyao.

"Master Wen Yao, the old lady has always cared about you. Even if the old lady did something wrong before, she is still your grandma and a family. If you have anything to say, just talk about it..."

Fu Wenyao, who had been silent all this time, suddenly looked up at Qiao Bo.

Qiao Bo was shocked by his sight, and a layer of cold sweat broke out on his back instantly.

Knowing that he had made a slip of the tongue, he forcibly swallowed the words that came to his lips, clenched his hands, and did not speak again.

Qiao Bo thought that Fu Wenyao meant to refuse, but he was worried about how to tell the old lady later.

But after Fu Wenyao looked away, he moved and was about to get out of the car.

Job's eyes lit up in surprise, and his breathing became a little heavier.

Fu Wenyao didn't look at Qiao Bo again, and lightly told the driver: "You drive the car back to the garage first."

"Okay, sir."

The driver responded.

After Fu Wenyao got off the car, he quickly started the car and drove quickly into Bishui Bay, fearing that there would be any more troubles.

In the car, Mrs. Fu saw the Bentley driving into the villa smoothly, her face sank severely.

Seeing this, Yuqing opened her mouth and was about to say something when she caught a glimpse of Fu Wenyao outside the car window from the corner of her eye and swallowed the words again.

Qiao Bo opened the back seat door attentively and respectfully, and watched Fu Wenyao get into the car eagerly.

The driver and Yu Qing were just about to get out of the car, leaving room for Mrs. Fu and Fu Wenyao.

Before the two could move, Mrs. Fu said with a serious face, "Drive!"

The driver was startled for a second, then responded, subconsciously wanting to start the car.

Fu Wenyao's black eyes were cold, and there was no expression on his handsome face.

He glanced at the driver lightly.

The driver's back suddenly felt cold, his hands trembled, and he almost pressed the wrong button.

Fu Wenyao withdrew his gaze and looked at Mrs. Fu coolly.

"It's getting late. If grandma has something to do, we'll talk about it tomorrow. Grandma, please go home and be safe."

After that, he turned around and got out of the car.

Mrs. Fu's complexion became more and more gloomy following his words, and it was so gloomy that she could almost bleed.

The old lady never expected that Fu Wenyao not only refused to apologize for not letting her in, but even opened his mouth to drive people away.

Fu Wenyao was so angry that his chest also heaved for a while.

However, Fu Wenyao didn't react at all, as if he didn't see it.

Seeing that Fu Wenyao's hand was about to touch the doorknob, Yuqing was afraid that if he really went down, Mrs. Fu would be furious.

Mustering up the courage, appease Mrs. Fu tremblingly.

"Old lady, don't worry, take a deep breath."

Mrs. Fu's eyes were fixed on Fu Wenyao. Seeing that Fu Wenyao still didn't respond at all, her heart was completely cold.

She pushed Yu Qing's hand away, and said with a serious face, "Wen Yao, do you really hate grandma so much?"

Fu Wenyao paused, and finally had a reaction.

He lowered his eyes to cover up the mockery and sarcasm in his eyes, and turned around to look at Mrs. Fu again, with a calm expression on his face.

"Grandma thinks too much."

Seeing that he finally went down, Mrs. Fu snorted coldly, and slowly loosened her clenched hands a little.

She looked at Fu Wenyao, and commanded the driver in a deep voice.

"Hurry up and drive in. If someone sees it, what will it look like!"

When the old lady said this, she kept looking at Fu Wenyao, not the driver at all.

It is clear that these words are specifically for Fu Wenyao.

However, Fu Wenyao was like an ice sculpture, except for constantly releasing low air pressure, he didn't reveal a single punctuation mark.

The driver tremblingly looked through the rearview mirror at Mrs. Fu, who had a gloomy face, and then at Fu Wenyao, who was expressionless but exuded a chill invisibly.

Tangled with sweaty palms.

But he is also just a driver and can only follow orders.

Ignoring Fu Wenyao's powerful and oppressive aura, he gave a low reply and started the car.

The old lady has been quietly watching Fu Wenyao's movements since she finished speaking, and saw that Fu Wenyao did not refute.

Thinking that Fu Wenyao agreed to let her into the villa, Xuxu's clenched hands were completely released.

There was also a slight smile on his face.

She looked at Fu Wenyao and her face softened, "I heard that Xiaoyi is back?"