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

Cui Xiaojiao was dazzled by the anger, the viciousness in her eyes almost burst out, and she said sharply: "Bitches like to show off the most, maybe it's not Mr. Zhou who wants to unspoken rules at all, it's you who are dissatisfied with your desires and take the initiative to hook you up." Yes."

"Signing the contract also satisfies the desire to show off, killing two birds with one stone, Deputy Director Gu."

Gu Xiaoman's face darkened, he stared at her sharply, and took two steps forward quickly.

There was a strange light hidden in her clear eyes, her face was full of sternness about to come, and her whole body was astonishing.

Cui Xiaojiao swallowed, and subconsciously took two steps back. She stepped on something, and she couldn't stand still. She waved her hands in the air randomly, trying to grab something to stabilize her body.

Her hand seemed to have caught something, and before she could react, a scream suddenly came from her ear.

"what!!!"

The sound was so loud that she subconsciously wanted to cover her ears, and with a forceful hand, she pulled the thing over, and fell to the ground with her brain buzzing.

"Bitch! Go away!"

Someone pushed her back hard, and Cui Xiaojiao fell to the side unsuspectingly, her forehead hit the flower pot, and the place where she was hit instantly swelled up.

The accident happened so fast, everyone stared at Cui Xiaojiao and Zhao Jiarong who were sitting on the ground in a state of dismay.

Uncharacteristically, Zhao Jiarong didn't tie up her hair. She lowered her head, her face was covered by the jet-black hair, and she couldn't see her expression clearly for a moment.

Everyone could still clearly sense her anger.

Cui Xiaojiao didn't care about her sore forehead, picked up the black baseball cap at hand, and handed it to Zhao Jiarong carefully.

She looked at Zhao Jiarong's black windbreaker, black turtleneck sweater and black jeans, and tentatively asked, "Sister Jiarong, did someone die in the family?"

Zhao Jiarong lowered her head and pulled the hat abruptly to put it on.

Gu Xiaoman looked down at Zhao Jiarong, who was behaving abnormally, and glanced at the hairline on her forehead, raised her eyebrows unexpectedly, covered her mouth and let out a small exclamation.

"You, what happened to your hair?"

Zhao Jiarong froze, subconsciously raised her head slightly, her jet-black hair slid back with her movements, revealing a missing piece of hairline.

The intern looked right at Zhao Jiarong's missing hairline, and subconsciously murmured.

"My God! Deputy Director Zhao is bald... bald?"

After the words fell, everyone looked at Zhao Jiarong's hair in unison.

Zhao Jiarong quickly put on the hat, her face was so gloomy that water could almost drip.

She covered her face, looking down at the mask on the ground.

Cui Xiaojiao stood up with her hands on her hands, and was about to help Zhao Jiarong when she bent down to help Zhao Jiarong. From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a large red patch on Zhao Jiarong's cheeks revealed between her fingers.

Thinking that she accidentally scratched Zhao Jiarong's face when she fell, Cui Xiaojiao turned pale with fright.

Quickly approaching Zhao Jiarong, he stumbled and said, "Sister Jiarong, is your face... broken?"

After finishing speaking, she turned to look at the intern, "What are you doing in a daze, go and get a Band-Aid."

Zhao Jiarong's whole body froze, her dark eyes fell on Cui Xiaojiao's body, full of scorn.

Cui Xiaojiao became even more anxious, and reached out to pull her hand, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were behind, so... let me see your face, is it bleeding?"

Her tone was anxious, so anxious that she was about to cry.

Everyone quietly looked at Zhao Jiarong's face, and the girl who was close hurriedly took the small mirror on the table and handed it over.

"Deputy Director Zhao, quickly see where the blood is bleeding."

Most of the people around were girls, and when they heard that Zhao Jiarong's face was injured, they all became anxious.

The personnel girl hurriedly said: "I'm going to get the medicine box, and I need to disinfect it quickly. The face is not anywhere else, and it won't be good if it leaves a scar."

"Snapped!"

Zhao Jiarong waved his hand and slapped the mirror away. The small mirror hit the edge of the flower pot and immediately fell apart.

Finished!

What kind of face must be hurt to be so angry.

Everyone was startled, and looked at Zhao Jiarong's face with trepidation.

Gu Xiaoman leaned on Shen Jing's desk, clicked on the camera function of the phone, looked at Zhao Jiarong's face, and zoomed the screen with his index finger and thumb.

Seeing the purple marks and red marks on her cheek between her fingers, Gu Xiaoman's eyes flashed with astonishment.

The camera swayed and moved to Zhao Jiarong's wrist, and the bruises that had been tied with rope came into view.

Gu Xiaoman took a deep breath and dropped the phone.

"Bangdang."

The girl next to her dropped her cell phone to the ground. She opened her eyes wide and looked at Zhao Jiarong who was looking for something on the ground. She stumbled and whispered to the person next to her, "Deputy Director Zhao's face doesn't seem to be blood."

"Ah? It's not blood, what is it?"

"Look, someone posted a photo."

"Where is it?" Everyone turned on their phones curiously, "No, this blogger hasn't updated."

"It's not that blogger, it's a new account that doesn't have pink, and it's the number one most searched."

After clicking on Hot Search, they just glanced at the Jiugong grid of the photo, and everyone gasped.

"!!!!!!"

"This……"

"My God, this is too..."

There is only one photo of the so-called two people that the blogger said before.

It was indeed on the bed, the woman's two hands were grabbed by the man and pressed to the head of the bed, her head was raised, her face was mosaiced, and her expression could not be seen clearly.The man bowed his head and buried her neck, and his other hand was tightly clasped around her waist.

The man squeezed between the woman's legs half-kneeling with one leg, and stood on the ground with the other leg.

In the upper right corner of the photo, there is a magnified expression of the man enjoying himself, and an enlarged close-up of the man's lips tightly pressed against the woman's neck.

The whole photo is full of sexual tension, and the pixels are so clear that it seems to be a portrayal taken on purpose.

If it weren't for the disgusting expression of the enlarged man in the upper right corner, the whole photo is simply a true portrayal of Mr. Ba and her alluring wife.

The rest of the photos are completely different from the first photo.

There are photos of a man covered in welts; there are photos of a man with red, swollen and bruised hands; there are photos of a man kneeling on the ground with a pair of leather shoes trapped between his legs; Clearly visible and without scars.

A few photos slid up like moving pictures of a man being beaten and begging for mercy.

The last photo is more spiritual and explosive.

The woman looked up at the camera with her hair pulled. Her limbs were tied with ropes, her clothes were messy, and there were a few bright red strawberry marks on her neck.

The most important thing is her face.

The rather delicate little face was red and swollen, and there were two large characters printed on the left and right sides, respectively: "I am" and "Bitch".

Looking at the nine photos, everyone shouted in their hearts.

Good guy!
What a good guy!
The text accompanying the picture is very simple, "A bitch matches a dog forever. Whoever dares to hurt the eldest lady in the future, this is the end!"