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

Fu Wenyao put down his glass in a good mood, and glanced at the time on the screen.

"I don't have the habit of drinking milk before going to bed. I go to bed first when I'm sleepy, and I still have work to do."

After speaking, he switched on the video, his thin lips parted slightly, and pure German poured out.

The light in the study was warm and bright, outlining the man's handsome face.

He leaned back, and sat lazily on the computer chair with his long legs crossed, his eyes like ink were bottomless, and his face was as sinking as water without knowing his emotions or anger.

Most of the time, the other party is talking, thin lips only spit out a sentence of German occasionally, and the sharp aura that has been in the top position for a long time is ascetic but seductive.

Heart palpitations.

Seemingly noticing Gu Xiaoman's gaze, Fu Wenyao glanced sideways, "What's the matter?"

His voice was faint, and Gu Xiaoman woke up in a jerk, realizing that he was actually looking at Fu Wenyao in a daze, coughed lightly twice, and fled away with a blushing face.

Fu Wenyao's eyes deepened, and his cold eyes turned a few times around her red earlobe, which was about to bleed, before withdrawing lightly.

Gu Xiaoman stared at the screen with a red face, but didn't read a word, his mind was full of Fu Wenyao's cold and abstinent appearance, and his heartbeat was completely out of rhythm.

Rubbing his face irritably, Gu Xiaoman secretly cursed in his heart.

She was really crazy, she would look at Fu Wenyao ecstatically.

No matter how delicious Fu Wenyao is, she is definitely not something she can touch.

At the beginning, she was just asking Fu Wenyao for a favor, but she was deceived by the other party, and if she didn't defend herself, she might be happy to help count the money after being sold by Fu Wenyao.

A basin of cold water was poured over his head, and his heart, which was pounding like a deer just a second ago, instantly calmed down.

Gu Xiaoman cast a bitter glance at Fu Wenyao, took a deep breath, and continued to work.

Half an hour later, Gu Xiaoman rubbed his sore neck, tidied up the documents, stretched his waist, propped his chin with one hand, and waited lazily for his call.

She was so tired that after a while, she closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The sound of even breathing soon sounded in the study.

After Fu Wenyao finished the video conference, he immediately saw Gu Xiaoman, who was fast asleep with his chin propped up, his little head was moving and he was about to hit the table.

Fu Wenyao got up abruptly, and walked quickly to Gu Xiaoman's desk, just as he stretched out his hand, Gu Xiaoman's face fell on his hand.

The scorching breath sprayed on the palm, and the heat and itchiness spread all the way to the heart. Fu Wenyao's eyes darkened, and the black color gradually opened.

The screen of the mobile phone on the table suddenly lit up, Fu Wenyao picked up the mobile phone naturally, and pressed the answer button one second before it rang.

"Director, it's all over. It's not a lot. It's the first time I'm so worried about spending money. I almost couldn't spend it all. It scared me to death."

The launcher wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, and his tone was clearly asking for credit.

He didn't hear a reply for a long time, and the operator felt a little bit in his heart. He looked at the report subconsciously, and noticed that the last time displayed on the form was two o'clock sharp. He almost cried out of anxiety.

"Two o'clock...Two o'clock is considered before two o'clock...Director..."

Fu Wenyao took a deep look at the sleeping Gu Xiaoman, and gave a low "hmm" to respond.

Projector: "????" Who are you?
Before the other party asked, Fu Wenyao hung up the phone, put down the phone, picked up Gu Xiaoman in his arms, and strode out of the study.