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

Returning to the box again, Gu Xiao was surprised to find that Mr. Zhou was already drunk.

"Xiao Man, come on, let's continue drinking."

Grabbing Gu Xiaoman's hand, Mr. Zhou narrowed his eyes and leaned closer to Gu Xiaoman.

He looked like he was going to take advantage of his drunkenness, Gu Xiaoman frowned, and took a few steps back indistinctly.

"Boss Zhou, you're drunk."

"Drunk? Haha... I seem to be a little drunk. Please Xiaoman take me back to the hotel, have a cup of hot water and rest, and I will sign the contract."

Just as Zhao Jiarong entered the box, when he heard the words "sign the contract", his eyes lit up, and he immediately stuffed the contract into Gu Xiaoman's bag.

"Xiaoman, hurry up, help Mr. Zhou to the hotel."

Gu Xiaoman withdrew his hand calmly, and cleverly pushed Mr. Zhou.

"I seemed to have sprained my ankle in the hall before. I'm afraid I can't support Mr. Zhou alone. Deputy Director Zhao will accompany me."

After finishing speaking, Gu Xiaoman leaned over slightly, and whispered in Mr. Zhou's ear with a voice that three people could hear: "Mr. Zhou, I heard that there is a game that is fun and exciting when three people play together."

She deliberately emphasized the words "three people together", and sure enough, Mr. Zhou's eyes lit up, he grabbed Zhao Jiarong's wrist, and leaned most of his body on her.

The hand on his waist moved up and down dishonestly, Zhao Jiarong's whole body was stiff, his face turned pale, and he glared fiercely at Gu Xiaoman.

"Gu Xiaoman, you..."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mr. Zhou who couldn't wait, "Since it's a game, it's natural that the three of us will be more lively. Why, Deputy Director Zhao, don't you want to?"

He wrapped his arms around Zhao Jiarong's waist, and nestled his face in Zhao Jiarong's neck. While speaking, his warm breath sprayed on Zhao Jiarong's ears and neck, causing Zhao Jiarong to tremble continuously.

Zhao Jiarong's face was pale, unprecedented panic swept her whole body, she frowned in disgust, and laughed dryly: "Let's go out first and then talk, Mr. Zhou is drunk, he should prefer to lie down."

"Sure enough, you still know how to care about people. It's better to lie down and lie down."

Mr. Zhou stared down at the spring light leaking from the collar of her shirt, his eyes were clear, and he didn't look like he was drunk at all.

Gu Xiaoman turned his eyes away in disgust, and walked out the door with his bag, "I'll go to pay the bill first, please, Deputy Director Zhao, help Mr. Zhou out."

Seeing that she was about to leave, Zhao Jiarong's eyes darkened, and she hurriedly stepped up to follow, but before her feet moved, the arms around her waist suddenly tightened, and she bumped into the arms of the person next to her without warning. inside.

Mr. Zhou was very strong, Zhao Jiarong struggled for a long time but couldn't break free, his heart became more and more flustered, he couldn't care about other things, and looked anxiously at Gu Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman, come quickly and help me support Mr. Zhou."

His voice trembled, with a trace of prayer.

Hearing this, Gu Xiaoman quickened his pace and left the box as if there was some monster chasing her behind him.

With a pale face, Zhao Jiarong was forcibly hugged by Mr. Zhou, and lowered his eyes to hide the crazy hatred in his eyes.

After leaving the box, Gu Xiaoman took a deep breath, feeling that the air was much fresher.

After collecting the invoice, he glanced at Zhao Jiarong and Mr. Zhou not far behind him from the corner of his eye. Gu Xiaoman blinked slyly, pretended not to see it, and turned to walk to the hall.

Mr. Zhou's hands became more and more unruly, Zhao Jiarong almost felt nauseous, put down his posture, Qiao Ya gnashed his teeth and yelled at Gu Xiaoman.

"Xiaoman, Xiaoman, come and help me."

Seeing that Gu Xiaoman was unmoved, Zhao Jiarong's anger rose, and with a surge of hatred, he dragged Mr. Zhou to rush towards Gu Xiaoman.

The footsteps behind him were getting closer, Gu Xiaoman quickly glanced back, was startled by the undisguised obscenity on Mr. Zhou's face, and ran forward with his head buried.

"what……"

Bumping straight into a warm embrace, his nose was sore from being bumped, Gu Xiaoman covered his nose and raised his head with tears in his eyes.

"Time banquet?"

"Is your nose hurt? Let me see."

Ji Shiyan raised her chin while talking, and looked at the nose covered by her without blinking.

"It's okay, it's just that it hurts a little when I hit it." Gu Xiaoman rubbed his nose and put down his hand, wondering: "Why are you here?"

Ji Shiyan pinched her chin, and saw that the tip of her nose was flushed, and a trace of annoyance flashed in her eyes.

"Just finished the dinner party. It's you, why are you still here at this point? A company party?"

The man's voice was low, with a hint of warmth.

Gu Xiaoman smiled faintly, "It's also for entertainment."

"Gu Xiaoman, why are you running! Come here and help me."

Zhao Jiarong's sharp voice came from behind, Gu Xiaoman withdrew from Ji Shiyan's arms, and quietly hid behind Ji Shiyan.

"Isn't Mr. Zhou going to the hotel? Someone has to reserve the room."

Ji Shiyan glanced over Mr. Zhou, and his deep eyes darkened, "Mr. Zhou has a great style."

Mr. Zhou trembled, stood up straight, bowed and extended his hand to Ji Shiyan, and smiled flatteringly.

"Misunderstanding, it's all a misunderstanding. I heard that Mr. Ji has returned to China, and I have been making appointments to meet with you, but I didn't make an appointment. I didn't expect today to be such a coincidence, haha."

Ji Shiyan stood tall and tall, his gaze cold, "I happen to have something to discuss with Xiaoman, I wonder if Mr. Zhou will let him go."

"Haha, what's the matter with Mr. Ji? I've finished talking with Deputy Director Gu, and I'm about to call her a car."

Seeing that Gu Xiaoman was about to leave with Ji Shiyan, Zhao Jiarong was about to go mad with jealousy, and sharply said: "Gu Xiaoman, the contract hasn't been signed yet, where are you going?"

Before he finished speaking, Mr. Zhou slapped his butt hard. The man lowered his voice and gritted his teeth: "Be safe, if you offend Mr. Ji, I want you to look good!"

Facing Shangji Shiyan's cold eyes, Mr. Zhou smiled fearfully, "Don't listen to her nonsense, Mr. Ji, go slowly and be careful on the road."

After leaving the hall, Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief, and only then did he really relax.

The night wind was blowing towards the face with cold moisture, Gu Xiaoman shivered from the cold, and couldn't help rubbing his arms.

Suddenly a warm coat was placed on her shoulders, she raised her eyes, and smiled lightly at Shang Ji Shiyan's deep eyes.

"Shi Yan, thank you tonight."

Ji Shiyan rubbed her head, with a gentle voice: "You are still so polite with me, it's getting late, I'll take you back."

After the words fell, the black Rolls Royce slid in front of the two of them. The driver got out of the car and opened the door respectfully.

……

in the hall.

Zhao Jiarong's face turned red and turned pale, and she was about to move to the side when Mr. Zhou hugged her tightly around her waist again, and she panicked.

Zhao Jiarong stared at Gu Xiaoman's back angrily, and forced herself to deal with Mr. Zhou.

"Since Deputy Director Gu is gone, Mr. Zhou, why don't we come here today and make an appointment next time?"

Mr. Zhou hugged Zhao Jiarong tightly, leaned his forehead on her shoulder, and muttered vaguely: "Huh? What? My head hurts..."

Zhao Jiarong was almost driven crazy by him, and her hatred for Gu Xiaoman increased to another level.

She wished she could just whip the old bastard, but she was worried about the cooperative relationship and didn't dare to struggle too much, so she could only take one step at a time, staggering and helping him to go out.

Out of the hall, the cold wind blows in the face, and the drunkenness rises, Zhao Jiarong is more and more unable to break free, and is forcibly carried into the hotel by Mr. Zhou.