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

As soon as the front desk lady entered the door, she hurriedly said: "Mr. Du, a client has come to the company, and they are waiting in the reception room."

Du Mingyu put away his business card, waved to Gu Xiaoman coldly, "Go back first."

"No." The front desk lady said anxiously: "Deputy Director Gu is also going there, and the client specified that he wants to see Deputy Director Gu."

"I?"

Gu Xiaoman frowned, feeling a little dazed for a moment.

Except for Shao Yuxing's project, she has already communicated with the partner and entered the planning stage.

Could it be that Shao Yuxing found the company?

"Since the client has indicated that he wants to see you, let's go together."

Du Mingyu got up and walked out the door with a worried expression.

Zhao Jiarong rolled her eyes, put down her teacup and stood up, following behind Du Mingyu.

She wanted to see who Gu Xiaoman hooked up with again, and the other party came to the company eagerly.

Seeing that Gu Xiaoman was still standing there, the front desk lady came to Gu Xiaoman's side and reminded her in a low voice: "Miss Xiaoman, hurry up, the client is waiting."

After finishing speaking, she blinked at Gu Xiaoman mysteriously, her face full of excitement.

"This client is super handsome! Don't make my little brother wait too long!"

Gu Xiaoman laughed at her nympho expression, subconsciously recalled Shao Yuxing's face, and shook his head disapprovingly.

Shao Yuxing was indeed handsome, but compared with Fu Wenyao, he was not a star and a half behind.

However, why did Shao Yuxing suddenly take the initiative to come to the company?

Could it be that they figured it out and decided to work together?

She was really busy, and hoped that Shao Yuxing didn't come to make trouble.

Turning around the corridor, Gu Xiaoman stood at the door of the reception room, took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

As soon as he entered the door, he met Zhao Jiarong's eyes full of shock and jealousy.

Gu Xiaoman calmly looked away, saw the familiar figure standing in front of the French window, and blinked in astonishment.

"Fu Wenyao?"

The man turned around when he heard the sound, and looked at Gu Xiaoman with his sharp phoenix eyes, and there was a trace of warmth in his dark eyes.

He lazily sat down on the sofa, patted the seat next to him, "Come and sit."

Gu Xiaoman stared blankly at the handsome and dignified man with crossed legs on the sofa, and very inappropriately wanted to persuade the lady at the front desk to have a look at her eyes when she had time.

How handsome is this?He's so handsome, okay?

Du Mingyu carefully held the box of tea leaves, seeing that Gu Xiaoman was still in a daze, he reminded her coldly.

"Xiao Man, what are you doing in a daze, Mr. Fu is talking to you."

Only then did Gu Xiaoman realize that she had just stared at Fu Wenyao in a daze, her little face flushed immediately, and she sat down on the sofa unnaturally.

"How did you come?"

Du Mingyu was full of lack of performance, and he said anxiously: "Xiaoman, what are you talking about, Mr. Fu came to the company to discuss cooperation."

Fu Wenyao's brows and eyes did not move, his dark eyes still fell on Gu Xiaoman's body, but the aura around him became more and more intimidating, and the words he spoke were so cold that there was no warmth at all.

"President Du doesn't even give you a sip of tea?"

Du Mingyu was so excited that he was about to break out in a cold sweat, and coldly scolded Zhao Jiarong who was frozen to the side.

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and make tea for Mr. Fu."

When she saw Fu Wenyao when she entered the door, Zhao Jiarong was so angry that she thought it was Shao Yuxing who came, so she followed to see Gu Xiaoman joke.

Who knows, now the joke is not taken as a joke, but he is so angry with himself.

Now when she heard that she was required to make tea for Fu Wenyao, Zhao Jiarong was stuck in her heart, wishing she could twitch Gu Xiaoman.

Everyone is a deputy director, why Gu Xiaoman can sit on the sofa happily, but she has to make tea in a low voice.

Zhao Jiarong lowered her eyes, and quietly pinched her thigh, her eyes turned red from the pain.

"It's not that I don't want to make tea for Mr. Fu, it's just that my arm was injured a few days ago, and it hurts when I lift it, so I can't make tea. Let Xiao Man make it."

Fu Wenyao's eyes were light, and he never looked at Zhao Jiarong from the beginning to the end, and his indifferent voice carried the majesty of an emperor.

"Miss Zhao has such a big shelf."

Du Mingyu's heart skipped a beat, the veins on his forehead burst out of anger, he suddenly raised his hand and slapped Zhao Jiarong across the face.

Fearing that Fu Wenyao would change his mind temporarily, he didn't show mercy. Zhao Jiarong's face was slapped, and the mask was crooked.

"That's what I usually tell you. If Mr. Fu asks you to make tea, you should make it well."

There were bursts of stinging pain on his face, and the hand hanging by his side clenched into a fist, Zhao Jiarong covered his face in disbelief,

Looking up at Du Mingyu, his voice trembled, "You hit me?"

In order for Du Mingyu to be able to secure this position, she knew that Zhou was always like that, but she still went to the appointment and suffered all kinds of torture to become like this.

It was fine for Du Mingyu not to reply her text messages or to answer her phone calls, and she endured without a word of comfort and apology from the beginning to the end.

Now, this man was so mad that he beat her in front of outsiders in order to let her make tea for Fu Wenyao.

This is the man she has always loved? !
Oh, how ridiculous!

Zhao Jiarong slowly put down her hands, looked up at Du Mingyu, put her face in front of his eyes, and said sarcastically, "Even if you kill me today, I won't be able to make some bullshit tea!"

After finishing speaking, she pushed Du Mingyu away aggressively, opened the door and walked out.

Du Mingyu's face changed suddenly, and he smiled embarrassedly at Fu Wenyao, "Mr. Fu, excuse me, let Xiaoman chat with you about the cooperation first."

After speaking, he hurriedly chased after Zhao Jiarong.

For a moment, only Gu Xiaoman and Fu Wenyao were left in the reception room. Gu Xiaoman breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Fu Wenyao lightly.

"I remember that Fu's has its own advertising department. Why, do you still need to find outsiders to cooperate?"

"Still jealous?"

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, his eyes indicating the exquisite gift box on the table.

"I happened to be passing by time, and I brought you a mango pan halberd. It won't taste good after a long time."

His tone was not as cold as usual, but mixed with a touch of gentleness, Gu Xiaoman glanced at the gift box on the table, thinking of the sweet but not greasy mango pan halberd, he swallowed hopelessly.

This shop was a shop she discovered by accident. Xiao Yi loves their cakes, but she likes mango pancakes the most. She just mentioned it casually in front of Fu Wenyao, but the man remembered it.

That store is far to the west, no matter it is a thousand miles away from Fu's or Bishuiwan, it just happens to be a ghost.

Sure enough, a man's mouth is a deceiving ghost!

……

As soon as Zhao Jiarong turned around the corridor, Du Mingyu grabbed his wrist and dragged him into the next lounge.

"Jiarong! Where are you going?"

Zhao Jiarong threw off his hand angrily, and there was a hint of crying in the sharp voice.

"Where are you going? With this face, where else can I go! Tell me, where can I go?"