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

"what!"

Zhao Jiarong bowed back, looking at the stains on the white sweater, her face was livid.

"sorry Sorry."

The little girl in the personnel department turned pale with fright, quickly put the things in her hand on the table next to her, and tore off the paper to wipe Zhao Jiarong's clothes.

"I'm really sorry, I didn't mean to."

Zhao Jiarong's assistant just said in the group that Zhao Jiarong has a bad temper today, but today she is in charge of changing Gu Xiaoman's nameplate.

Afraid of being seen by Zhao Jiarong, she asked someone specifically to confirm that Zhao Jiarong was in the office, and then quietly brought her things over. Who knew, before she reached Gu Xiaoman's office, she bumped into Zhao Jiarong.

Obviously she didn't bump into Zhao Jiarong at all, and for some reason, the coffee in Zhao Jiarong's hand poured onto herself.

Zhao Jiarong likes luxury brands the most, especially new styles and limited editions. The little girl heard before that Zhao Jiarong's clothes cost tens of thousands.

Thinking that she might have to pay for a year's wages, the little girl almost shed tears, and carefully put the paper on Zhao Jiarong's clothes.

"Go away!"

Zhao Jiarong pushed her away fiercely, with a gloomy and scary face, "Do you know how much this dress of mine costs? You are really amazing. I waited for half a month to get it. I just wore it today, and you hit the top."

"What, you don't like me? On purpose?"

"No, no, sorry, I really didn't mean to."

The little girl lowered her head, her eyes were red, and she clutched the hem of her clothes helplessly, she couldn't say anything about compensating for the clothes, she just kept apologizing.

Zhao Jiarong looked down at her condescendingly, and her eyes fell on the pair of high heels on her feet, her eyes were full of sarcasm.

"Don't wear fakes in the future. A high imitation is a high imitation! If you don't have money, buy a niche brand. If the partner sees it, they will think that our company likes to wear fakes."

The little girl shrank her feet, her face was flushed with shame, and she said, "Well, what Deputy Director Zhao taught me is that I know."

As she said that, she quickly glanced at Zhao Jiarong, and took the cup on the table next to her to please her.

"I'll get you another cup of coffee."

Zhao Jiarong frowned in disgust, and was about to refuse, when she saw the nameplate on the table, she nodded coldly.

The little girl, as if she had been pardoned, quickly walked to the tea room with the cup.

When someone entered the tea room, Zhao Jiarong turned over the nameplate on the table with a cold face.

The font on the nameplate was thin and beautiful, but the golden characters contained a name that she hated [Director: Gu Xiaoman].

Zhao Jiarong reluctantly described the word "supervisor" even, and murmured softly.

"Director, Director, this was originally mine!"

When her fingertip landed on the word Gu Xiaoman, she suddenly became ruthless, grabbed the knife on the table and scratched at the word Gu Xiaoman forcefully.

There was a crack in the middle of the three words, and Zhao Jiarong's face was filled with joy, as if seeing Gu Xiaoman being cut in half.

With a distorted complexion, she used the knife to slash back and forth on the three characters, comparing each with more ruthlessness. In the end, the three characters Gu Xiaoman were completely changed beyond recognition, and she threw the knife out of breath.

Admiring her masterpiece, she took out her mobile phone to take a photo, and flipped over the nameplate sarcastically.

The sound of footsteps came from behind, Zhao Jiarong leaned on the desk with a calm expression, as if nothing had happened.

"Deputy Director Zhao, add milk and sugar to your coffee."

The little girl held the coffee in both hands flatteringly, her waist almost reached ninety degrees, and handed it to Zhao Jiarong respectfully.

Zhao Jiarong glanced at her indifferently, reached out to get the coffee, and when his hand was about to touch the handle of the cup, his eyeballs rolled, and instead of reaching for the cup, he pushed hard on the wall of the cup.

"Ah! It's so hot!"

The whole cup of coffee was poured straight onto the little girl's chest, and because of her bending over, most of the cup of coffee was poured into the collar of her shirt.

The place where the brown coffee slipped left a faint red mark, and the hot little girl's tears rolled down instantly.

The coffee seeped into the sweater, and it stuck to her body wetly. The little girl bit her lip tightly, and clenched her hand hanging by her side tightly into a fist.

Seeing the little girl's distressed appearance, Zhao Jiarong looked at her arrogantly and coldly, "Since you have done something wrong, you will have to pay the price. Otherwise, everyone will come to apologize, and what do you want the police to do?"

"dont you agree?"

The place where the coffee was splashed on the little girl's body was burning hot, and the grievance in her heart was almost overflowing. She took a deep breath, and tears fell down.

"Deputy Director Zhao said yes."

She obediently admitted her mistake, and her humble appearance pleased Zhao Jiarong very well.

After entering the company, the anger accumulated in her heart finally vented out. Zhao Jiarong patted the dust that did not exist on her body, and said in a good mood: "The sweater on my body is Celine's new style, sixty-eight thousand, remember to pass it on to me."

Hearing the price of the sweater, the little girl's legs softened and she fell to the ground in fright.

Her annual salary is only more than 7 yuan, and she lost her clothes. This year is equivalent to nothing.

Obviously, she didn't bump into Zhao Jiarong at all just now, it was Zhao Jiarong who poured the coffee on herself.

The little girl opened her mouth, wanting to refute, but then thought about the relationship between Zhao Jiarong and Du Mingyu, and swallowed the words bitterly.

She admitted that it was a one-year salary compensation. If she refuted it now, she might not even be able to keep her job.

The little girl drooped her shoulders dejectedly, her heart was ashamed, she clenched her fists tightly, and said with difficulty: "Yes, can I install it in installments? I don't have that much money now."

"Ah……"

Zhao Jiarong snorted coldly, "You are so frizzy without money, are you rushing to reincarnate?"

As she said that, thinking that this little girl was rushing to change Gu Xiaoman's nameplate, Zhao Jiarong's face was ashen, and she was about to kick her.

The little girl wanted to hide, but she was afraid that Zhao Jiarong would make another request in a fit of anger, she bit her lip with a pale face, and closed her eyes in fear.

"What are you doing?"

A woman's clear and pleasant voice came from behind, the little girl opened her eyes and looked back with tears all over her face.

Gu Xiaoman, with long hair in his arms, wearing a delicate dress, and a pair of black high-heeled shoes, walked towards this side step by step, with a trace of obvious doubts on his delicate face.

Knowing that Gu Xiaoman was deliberately ending it for herself, the little girl quickly got up from the ground and wiped her tears.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman, whose whole body seemed to be glowing and full of vigor, Zhao Jiarong gritted her teeth with hatred, and stood up straight pretending to be graceful.

"It's nothing, just to teach the little girl who made a mistake."

Gu Xiaoman glanced at Zhao Jiarong, seeing the big red marks on the neckline of the little girl and the marks on the sweater, her delicate brows were frowned.

"Tell me."

Gu Xiaoman's voice was soft, the little girl's nose was sour, and she almost burst into tears again.