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

Thanks to the prodigal Fu, Gu Xiaoman now sees everything as money.

Seeing the sudden surge of 60 followers on Weibo, automatically converted into a golden cash cow, the pitch of excitement was much higher.

"Get rich! Get rich! Siyu, I actually picked up more than 60 fans for nothing! The number of fans is still increasing, and I can accept advertisements! Judging from the quotations of those big Vs who cooperated with us before, how can I get an advertisement? You can also have an income of two or three thousand."

"Sending ten messages a day is 60 yuan, and a month is [-] yuan! Yes, I have the kindergarten tuition for half a year!"

Ye Siyu could feel Gu Xiaoman's excitement through the phone, and was still worried that Gu Xiaoman would be in a bad mood: "..."

If Chu Mei knew that Gu Xiaoman thought so, wouldn't she be pissed off!

"Don't be too happy, those are all black fans, everyone wants to pull your skin, it's best to dig out your heart to see if it's black or not."

"Those crazy critics in the comments are eager to pick up your dark history, so you can grow up."

Gu Xiaoman flicked his fingers to contact the official website to activate the advertising function, his bright eyes sparkled, and he smiled gratifiedly at the growing number of fans.

"It doesn't matter what kind of fan she is, anyone who can make money is a good fan! Well, I have already activated the advertiser function, so I can earn a wave of popularity money first!"

"..."

Ye Siyu rubbed the center of her brows, and sent a microblog with her fingertips flying.

"Chu Mei obviously spent a lot of money this time, and the hot search went viral immediately. Do you have a way to deal with it? Or should I find someone to suppress the hot search?"

Gu Xiaoman was always paying attention to the news on Weibo, and sure enough, he came across the Weibo that Ye Siyu just posted: This self-directed and self-acted skill is very skilled, and the trending searches will be arranged. It's a pity that Mrs. Gu doesn't enter the entertainment circle.

It was full of sarcasm, very Ye Siyu's style.

"Siyu, can you post like this? You have so many fans on Weibo, what if you lose fans?!"

Since converting fans into money, Gu Xiaoman looks at these fans like a golden hen that can lay eggs, his eyes are full of kindness.

She glanced at her smoky comment area, and then at Ye Siyu's comments, all of which were posting "fairies". She couldn't bear the pollution of such a pure land.

Unlike Gu Xiaoman, who avoided Weibo because of the cyberbullying, Ye Siyu liked Weibo very much. He never left his ins, and he played very well.

Ye Siyu has a keen intuition in new media. As early as the early stage of the rise of self-media, he invested money to open a live broadcast platform.

She simply became a hands-off shopkeeper, earning money lying down, flying around the world every day, and was a frequent visitor to major haute couture fashion weeks and blue blood high-end luxury conferences.

Ye Siyu likes to share life, beauty makeup, outfits and various daily routines on Weibo. When she is in a good mood, she will also post a vlog of the press conference, which has attracted a lot of fans.

There are even fans who spend a lot of time on her Weibo. Maybe if they are lucky, they can see their idols flashing by in the video.

Up to now, Ye Siyu's Weibo fans have reached more than 6000 million, even more than a certain idol Weibo fans who have just become top streamers.

Just two seconds after her Weibo was posted, it really became a hot search, and a large number of keyboard warriors quickly flooded into the comment area, holding a keyboard to conduct a moral trial on her!
Ye Siyu always posted Weibo to check his mood, but this time he finally posted Weibo, and the fans who were waiting to be fed rushed over in a hurry, and just discovered that the new Weibo posted by his goddess turned out to be the adopted daughter of the Gu family who stood in line.

Before I could react, I saw a bunch of keyboard warriors swearing arrogantly in the comments, and immediately got angry and tore up with each other, and the scene got out of hand.

"If you take off your fans, you will take off your fans. Anyway, I don't live off those fans."

Ye Siyu spoke casually, with an attitude of loving someone.

She looked at the messy and smoggy comment area, tapped her fingertips after having a delicate manicure, and closed the comment function with a blank expression.

"It's you, Chu Mei obviously came prepared this time. Are you spending money to suppress the trending searches, or digging up some information about Chu Mei?"

Gu Xiaoman looked happily at the fans who were soaring again, and said casually: "I recorded the video, from beginning to end. Even if she releases the edited video, I can still slap her in the face. "

As she said that, she glanced at the drawer of the bedside table, her eyes turned cold, "Besides, I still have something to send her to hell."

Ye Siyu could vaguely guess what Gu Xiaoman was talking about, and she frowned, with obvious worry in her tone.

"Are you going to let it out this time?"

"How can you kill a chicken with a sledgehammer." Gu Xiaoman's eyes were cold, "I haven't gone to take out the things yet, and I can only hit a hit when I have all the materials ready."

"It's good that you know it in your heart, so let this incident be allowed to ferment like this? If those keyboard warriors really pick up something, it will definitely affect your life. Although the security of the community you live in is good, it is not as good as the deer. County, why don't you go to Lu County to live for a while?"

Hearing the concern in Ye Siyu's words, Gu Xiaoman's heart warmed up.

"Don't worry, I'll contact the lawyer after I hang up the phone. If anyone dares to pick it up, just wait for the lawyer's letter. The security of Yuting Garden is very good, and the elevator needs to swipe the card to get in. Those people can't get in."

"That's right, I almost forgot that Mr. Fu is still here. It's better to have Fu Wenyao with you than to live alone."

When mentioning Fu Wenyao, Gu Xiaoman suddenly realized that it seemed that he hadn't seen Mr. Fu for a long time, and Mr. Fu had only been out for a few days.

"Mr. Fu also went abroad a few days ago."

After the words fell, there was a beeping sound from the receiver, and Fu Wenyao's name jumped on the screen, indicating that there was a new call.

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, hesitated for two seconds and pressed the hang up button.

"What? Fu Wenyao isn't here?!"

As soon as Ye Siyu's voice fell, Fu Wenyao's name jumped on the phone screen again. Gu Xiaoman pressed his lips helplessly, and said anxiously: "Siyu, he's calling, I'll hang up first, let's chat on WeChat."

After finishing speaking, she hung up Ye Siyu's call, curled her fingers, and then connected to Fu Wenyao's call.

"Little."

The man's voice was deep and pleasant, like the sound of a cello coming to her ears from a Bluetooth headset, and the voice was so close that it seemed to be spoken next to her ear.

The tips of Gu Xiaoman's ears turned red instantly, and he unconsciously grabbed the fluffy doll next to him with his fingers, and said in a low voice, "Mmm."

Fu Wenyao looked at the expressionless little wife in the photo on the computer with a cold face, and his voice was low.

"Who were you on the phone with just now?"

Gu Xiaoman swiped the screen with his fingers, turned off the private message reminder on Weibo, and said softly: "Mr. Fu, did you see Weibo?"