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

That knife, even the nameplate can be scratched, and the blade is not damaged at all, which shows the sharpness of the blade.

If Gu Xiaoman really stabbed down, her right hand might be useless.

Zhao Jiarong burst into tears, and immediately ignored other cries for mercy.

"Gu Xiaoman, I was wrong, I was wrong."

Gu Xiaoman stared at her coldly, his bright eyes were calm and unwavering, and he still looked calm and breezy.

"Remember in the future, don't say what you shouldn't say, don't move your hands if you shouldn't."

The unwillingness and anger in Zhao Jiarong's heart almost spewed out, she wished she could tear Gu Xiaoman's face, but at this moment, people are slashing and I am fish and meat.

She gritted her teeth to suppress the anger in her heart, and said unwillingly: "What Director Gu said is true."

Seeing the fierceness in Zhao Jiarong's eyes, Gu Xiaoman lightly shook off her hand, not expecting to really bluff Zhao Jiarong this time.

A mad dog is a mad dog, how could he become obedient after being frightened.

However, at least Zhao Jiarong will be more peaceful in a short time.

Gu Xiaoman has been busy making money to support Zai Zai and Mr. Fu recently, every minute and every second is precious, but he has no time to entangle with Zhao Jiarong.

"Director Gu, I found you."

The secretary's soft voice came from behind, accompanied by the sound of high heels clicking.

Gu Xiaoman turned his head and looked at the secretary who was rushing over.

During the commotion in the office before, Gu Xiaoman cut her hair, and the secretary had no choice but to cut off the hair she had kept for several years.

Her face was rather wide, and the short haircut immediately exposed her shortcomings, and her whole face became bigger.

Looking at Gu Xiaoman's delicate and small oval face, the secretary gritted his teeth in anger, but his face was smiling.

"Director Gu, Mr. Du is looking for you and asked you to go to his office."

Gu Xiaoman glanced at the tea room that was close at hand, and sighed lightly when he heard the words, "Okay, I'll go after drinking my saliva."

After speaking, she turned and went into the tea room.

The secretary stood there and did not leave. When the door of the tea room was closed, the secretary frowned and looked at Zhao Jiarong, and said expressionlessly: "If Deputy Director Zhao is fine, go first. Mr. Du is waiting for you in the office."

Zhao Jiarong looked away from the small wound on his wrist that was no longer bleeding, pulled down his sleeve to cover the wound, and glanced coldly at the secretary.

The secretary held her head high and looked at her without any timidity, snorted coldly, and left with a twisted waist.

Zhao Jiarong cast a dark look at the tea room, put the knife on the table into his pocket, and went to Du Mingyu's office with a cold face.

Pushing open the door, Du Mingyu's angry voice suddenly sounded: "How many times have I told you to knock before entering!"

The secretary put his hand on Du Mingyu's shoulder, squeezed his shoulder softly, gave Zhao Jiarong a provocative look, and said coquettishly: "Deputy Director Zhao has always been used to being arrogant in the company, knocking on the door is such an educated thing, she has many nobles Forget things, how can you remember them?"

Holding a pen, Du Mingyu scribbled and signed his name on the document, closed the document and threw it on the table.

"go out."

The smile on the corner of the secretary's mouth froze, he looked at Du Mingyu sadly, and went out with the documents aggrieved.

When Zhao Jiarong passed by, she rolled her eyes and stepped out of the door with high heels.

Zhao Jiarong was trembling with anger, rushed to the desk like a firecracker, clapped both hands on the desk, and looked down at Du Mingyu.

"Why is she still in the company? Didn't you promise me to fire her?!"

Last night, Du Mingyu didn't come back from a social event until midnight, and was sent back by his secretary drunk.

Zhao Jiarong was so angry that his face turned blue, he dragged him to the bed with a cold face, wiped his face again, and made hangover soup for him.

The next morning, when Du Mingyu woke up, he saw that he had changed his clothes, his head didn't hurt, and his attitude towards Zhao Jiarong was much better.

When Zhao Jiarong told him to dismiss his secretary, he was replying an email to the headquarters, and nodded perfunctorily, but he didn't expect Zhao Jiarong to take it seriously.

Thinking of the embarrassment in the conference room that day, Du Mingyu raised his eyes, and his cold eyes locked Zhao Jiarong tightly.

"Fired? Do you know what people in the company are saying in private? Do you think that's not good enough?"

His tone was cold and merciless.

Zhao Jiarong's eyes were red, she couldn't control the anger and grievance in her heart, and roared: "If you and her are innocent, what are you afraid of? Those people only dare to whisper in private, who dare to put it on the bright side and directly fry her?" killed him!"

"Well said! Fire anyone who doesn't like it!"

Du Mingyu threw the document in his hand on the table with a "snap", his face was full of anger.

The sharp corner of the document poked Zhao Jiarong's hand, causing her to frown in pain.

Du Mingyu leaned on the back of the chair, his eyes were cold and sharp, "Zhao Jiarong, have you forgotten what you do in the company? This is the company! Not the Zhao family. You should devote [-]% of your energy to work, and It’s not about finding fault with anyone who doesn’t like it!”

"Are you blaming me now for not working hard?"

Zhao Jiarong was laughed angrily by him, and said indiscriminately: "At the beginning, if I hadn't begged Dad to help you, if I hadn't been outside to attract customers for you, the company would be as big as it is now?"

Following her words, Du Mingyu's face became more and more gloomy, and the only trace of tenderness in Zhao Jiarong's eyes disappeared.

If it was normal, Zhao Jiarong would definitely be able to tell that this was a sign of Du Mingyu's anger.

It's a pity that after coming to the company this morning, Zhao Jiarong was very angry.

Just now she was threatened by Gu Xiaoman again, now even a secretary can give her face, Du Mingyu not only does not comfort her, does not coax her, but also yells at her like this, scolds her, and even accuses her of not working seriously.

Zhao Jiarong was so angry that she lost her mind a long time ago, she withdrew her hands, folded her arms around her chest, and looked at Du Mingyu arrogantly.

"If it wasn't for me and the Zhao family, you wouldn't be where you are today! Du Mingyu, don't forget, everything you own was earned by me and the Zhao family for you."

After saying the words, Zhao Jiarong let out a foul breath, eyes full of contempt.

Du Mingyu's eyes were cold, and he stared straight at Zhao Jiarong. After she finished speaking, he said calmly: "Then according to Miss Zhao, how do you want me to repay you and the Zhao family?"

Du Mingyu's voice was flat, and his words were full of indifference and alienation.

Zhao Jiarong froze in place, as if someone had poured cold water on her head, and she woke up completely.

Seeing the private seal that Du Mingyu took out from the drawer, Zhao Jiarong immediately panicked, walked to the desk in a panic, knelt down in front of the office chair, and held Du Mingyu's hand helplessly.

"Mingyu, don't be angry, I said something wrong."

Du Mingyu didn't even look at her, the other hand was still taking things out of the drawer.

Zhao Jiarong grabbed his hand in a panic, tears were about to fall, she choked up and said, "Mingyu, don't do this, I'm so scared, don't leave me behind."