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

"What, was kicked out again?"

Lu Xiuwen looked at Ye Siyu whose calf was dangling on the bed, with an inexplicable pride in his tone.

"How is it possible! I'm different from you, I'm in the arms of nephrite as soon as I landed."

Fu Wenyao turned off the light in the kitchen casually, and said meaningfully: "Yang You happens to be on vacation tomorrow, so don't shy away from medical treatment."

"I'm fine!"

Lu Xiuwen forcibly suppressed his anger, glanced at Ye Siyu who was frantically clicking on the iPad with an excited expression, and his tone became colder.

"It seems that Mr. Fu doesn't need to send news to your door, since that's the case..."

Fu Wenyao said lightly, interrupting Lu Xiuwen's next words, "The resort project in the western suburbs will give you a point."

"Deal, the item has been sent to your WeChat."

Lu Xiuwen hung up the phone refreshed, unbuttoned his shirt slowly, walked into the room, and snatched the iPad from Ye Siyu's hand.

"Hey! What are you doing..."

Ye Siyu raised her head, caught off guard by her eight-pack abs bursting with hormones, and her brain froze, "...?"

"touch?"

Lu Xiuwen casually threw the iPad on the bedside, took Ye Siyu's hand and put it on his abdomen, and said meaningfully: "It's all yours, you can touch it for as long as you want."

……

Inside the villa.

Fu Wenyao clicked on the article in WeChat, his deep eyes gathered a cold storm, and dialed Tao Yan's phone with a cold face.

"Notify the Xingchen Public Relations Department, the video conference will be held in 10 minutes."

"Ok."

Tao Yan responded respectfully, and immediately turned on the computer to send out notifications without stopping.

Since the establishment of Xingchen's PR department, countless video conferences have been held, but this is the first time that a notice from the president's office has been issued.

After all, it was midnight, and the president presided over the meeting in person, it must be a big deal!Could it be that there is something wrong with Xingchen?Or is something wrong with Mrs. Fu?
The chat group in the public relations department became lively in an instant. Everyone had different speculations about the content of the meeting, and some even went to see the stock prices of Xingchen and Fu.

Ten minutes later, everyone was sitting in front of the computer, anxiously waiting for the president's instructions.

Fu Wenyao sat in the reception room of the villa with a cold expression, "The email has been sent to your mailbox, I only have two requests: first, tomorrow, I hope that this message will be the only one on the hot search; It's never too late."

"Okay, President."

Seeing the content of the email, everyone could hardly maintain their superficial calm, and their hearts were turbulent.

The atmosphere of the meeting was depressing and almost suffocating. The girl in the public relations department who liked to gossip the most was holding back her face. Thinking of killing the board tomorrow, the desire to gossip instantly turned into motivation. Her eyes lit up and she began to write a press release. It's like flying.

After confirming the direction of the news, Fu Wenyao leaned on the back of the chair, a glint of thought flashed across his black eyes, tapped the phone with his fingertips, and dialed a call to L.

The phone was dialed, and L's irritable voice came instantly: "What kind of monster is Mr. Fu trying to disturb people's dreams at night?"

Fu Wenyao frowned, and said coldly: "The dress of Asuka and Fanhua, I also ordered a suit for Xiao Yi."

"Flying Birds and Blossoms? Aren't you and Xiaoman going to wear that suit tomorrow?"

L sat up suspiciously, with a bad premonition in his heart, and tentatively said: "You never wear a dress for the second time, why do you suddenly want to make a suit for Xiao Yi?"