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

Thinking of finally being able to let go of Mingde's burden, Bai Yujie screamed a few times excitedly.

While typing on his mobile phone, he opened the door and asked the servant to pack his luggage.

Brother Fu is finally coming back to take over Mingde. He needs to take a good rest for a while and take all the annual leave that he should have taken these years!
Bai Yujie leaned on the sofa, with his feet up on the coffee table, so excited that he directed the servants to send messages to Fu Wenyao crazily.

The messages in the dialog box are like mushrooms after the rain, one after another, the screen is refreshed within a few seconds at such a fast speed.

Fu Wenyao's lips were straightened, and he tapped the screen with his left thumb.

Fu: [stop]

Seeing Fu Wenyao's reply, Bai Yujie sat up straight suddenly, stopped obediently, and stared at the dialog box anxiously and expectantly.

One second, two seconds... My eyes were sore from staring, and no more words came out of the dialog box.

Bai Yujie looked up at the top of the eye interface, and he was slightly relieved when he saw the familiar sentence "The other party is typing...".

One minute later, Fu Wenyao's news finally came.

Fu: [do not take over]

Bai Yujie: "???"

That's it?That's it?That's it?

He looked at the three words next to Fu Wenyao's portrait in disbelief, and took a deep breath to calm himself down.

The next second, Bai Yujie cursed violently, and slammed the phone again.

To put it bluntly: [Why didn't you take over?Brother Fu, have you forgotten that you are the chairman of Mingde! 】

To put it bluntly: [Brother Fu, Mingde needs you! 】

To put it bluntly: [I need you too, Brother Fu! 】

Bai Yujie was so anxious that he was about to cry, regretting so much why he was so stupid at the time, believing in Fu Wenyao's evil, and came to be the president of Mingde.

Wouldn't it be nice to be a vice president? !

"Master, the clothes are packed, do you want to bring your computer?"

"What a fart!" Bai Yujie angrily kicked the vase on the table to the ground, and yelled at the servant.

"Master, I'm going out to play! Do you know when you go out to play! Who goes out to play with a computer! If you want to bring it, you also bring a game console!"

At the end of the roar, Bai Yujie slumped back on the sofa, hugging the pillow and howling loudly.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah

The servant cleaned up the water stains on the ground without changing his expression, put a new vase on the coffee table, and said indifferently: "Then, young master, do you want to hang up the clothes again?"

Bai Yujie buried his head in the pillow, and immediately cried louder.

……

When Gu Xiaoman woke up, the car just got off the highway.

She was a little dazed just after waking up, and she rubbed subconsciously, only to realize that she was resting on Fu Wenyao's shoulder.

"woke up?"

Fu Wenyao's low voice came from above his head, Gu Xiaoman hurriedly sat up straight, blushing and nodded.

"Uh-huh."

She rubbed her eyes and looked at Xiao Yi, Xiao Yi's sleeping face was flushed, Gu Xiaoman was afraid that she would get hot, so she rolled down the blanket.

Looking at the familiar traffic outside the window, Gu Xiaoman raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and found that he had slept for two hours.

Then, didn't she sleep on Fu Wenyao's arm for two hours?
Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips in embarrassment, and glanced at the man quietly, just in time to see Fu Wenyao move his right hand.

Gu Xiaoman was even more embarrassed, and said in a low voice: "Did it make your arm numb?"

Fu Wenyao moved his eyes, looked sideways at her, and gave a low "hmm".

"I'm a little unconscious."

"!!!"

Gu Xiaoman quickly moved to his side, reached out and gently pinched Fu Wenyao's arm.

"Why didn't you wake me up?"

Fu Wenyao lowered his eyes, and his deep eyes fell on her fair and slender fingers.

The little wife's nails were painted with something shiny, making her fingertips look more and more pink.

White hands pinched all the way up from his wrist, and his small face was full of seriousness.

Fu Wenyao straightened her messy sleeping hair, and tugged at the tie with his left hand, "Seeing that you are in a deep sleep, I don't want to wake you up."

With a deep and hoarse voice, he calmly spoke the most seductive words.

Gu Xiaoman's face was blushing and his heart was beating when he teased him, his hands were almost so weak that he had no strength left.

Relying on the only trace of clarity in his mind, Gu Xiaoman continued his movements and asked, "Where are we going back now? Bishuiwan, can we go back?"

Fu Wenyao was stunned for a moment, obviously he hadn't thought about this question at all.

Seeing the blankness in the man's eyes, Gu Xiaoman shook his head with a broken smile.

As expected of Mr. Fu, he really does not eat the sufferings of the world.

Mrs. Fu said that the house, car, and bank cards are all frozen.

Bishuiwan definitely can't go back to live. Fortunately, she bought a house before, otherwise she might have to stay in a hotel tonight.

However, her house is very small, with only two bedrooms, and Fu Wenyao is not used to it.

In the inheritance she inherited from her grandfather, there seemed to be several properties, but she had never visited them, and she didn't know what they looked like.

Also, she doesn't really want to touch those houses.

Gu Xiaoman was so entangled in his heart that his hands stopped moving.

Thinking that she was worried about where she would stay tonight, Fu Wenyao patted her hand and comforted her: "Don't worry, we can go to the hotel first, I have an exclusive presidential suite in Hotel S."

Gu Xiaoman frowned when he heard this.

presidential suite? !
The price of a presidential suite in an ordinary five-star hotel starts at 50 a night, but the S Hotel is a super five-star hotel, and the price of a presidential suite is only high or not low.

The bank cards have been frozen. Even if Fu Wenyao has his own assets, how can he afford such a waste?

To Mr. Fu's surprise, he turned out to be a prodigal.

Unaware that he had been labeled as a prodigal by his little wife, Fu Wenyao played with his little wife's fingertips and said to himself, "Let's settle down tonight, and we'll buy a house tomorrow. Do you like to live in a villa or a flat? "

With that said, he turned on his cell phone and looked at the dozen or so properties he had vacant.

"Isn't one thousand square meters a bit small?"

Seeing that Fu Wenyao could cook like that before, Gu Xiaoman thought that Fu Wenyao understood the sufferings of the world.

Now it seems that it is all an illusion!
This man has no idea how ordinary people live!
Gu Xiaoman raised his head, looked at Fu Wenyao, and said seriously: "Mr. Fu, do you know our current situation?"

"Ok?"

Fu Wenyao sent a message to Tao Yan, asking Tao Yan to screen some houses and look up at Gu Xiaoman.

The little wife has a serious face and a solemn tone: "The old lady said before that when you leave the courtyard, you will sever ties with the Fu family. The house, car, and bank card will no longer be available. Your previous savings will be worthless." It has something to do with the Fu family, can I not use it for now?"

Knowing what the little wife meant, Fu Wenyao raised his eyebrows, and silently listened to the little wife's continuation.