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

The reporting process was more cumbersome than imagined. By the time Gu Xiaoman came out of the police station, it was already past the off-duty time.

It was getting dark, and she was about to check to see if Mr. Fu had called, when a group of people suddenly rushed out from nowhere, surrounded her with microphones and cameras.

Seeing the dark scene, Gu Xiaoman stretched out his hands to cover his face reflexively, his calves were so weak that he almost couldn't stand up.

The scene of being besieged by the media three and a half years ago suddenly appeared in front of her eyes. She clenched the bag tightly in her hand, her breathing was short, and her back was drenched in cold sweat within a minute.

The flashes kept flashing, and there was the sound of cameras shooting in their ears. The reporters saw Gu Xiaoman avoiding him, like a dog who had been hungry for a few days and suddenly saw meat, his face was full of excitement, and his eyes gleamed maliciously.

Not to mention that someone gave them a lot of money, and this item alone has already occupied the top of the hot search list. As long as they can force something out of Gu Xiaoman's mouth today, this year's KPI will be stable.

Not to be outdone, several reporters squeezed in front of Gu Xiaoman, the camera shot directly at Gu Xiaoman's face, and the microphone almost hit Gu Xiaoman's face.

"Miss Gu, when you planned to kill the grandfather of the Gu family who adopted you for more than [-] years, didn't you think that you would be arrested if the matter was revealed?"

The reporter's sharp voice was very clear amidst the noise, Gu Xiaoman was shocked, took a few deep breaths to calm down his body's instinctive reaction, raised his eyes slightly, and looked coldly at the reporter who asked the question.

"You saw me kill myself?"

The reporter obviously didn't expect Gu Xiaoman to ask such a calm question. She was stunned for two seconds, and then said unceremoniously: "If you didn't kill someone, how could you be arrested by the police and brought to the police station?"

"Who told you that I was arrested at the police station? Where did you get the news?"

Gu Xiaoman's eyes were cold and sharp, and he looked at the reporter with a half-smile, "Or, did someone give you money to stay at the police station?"

Seeing her cold eyes, the reporter's back felt chills, and a feeling of retreat emerged in his heart. Then he thought of the money promised by the person after the end and the generous bonus after completing the KPI, and immediately continued to ask questions with great confidence.

"Miss Gu, I'm afraid I haven't had time to look at my phone. The fact that you were taken away by the police is now on the top of the list. As reporters, we naturally have the responsibility to reveal the truth behind it to the public."

What she said was righteous, and she was convinced by herself.

To put it bluntly, Gu Xiaoman is a murderer!

Those keyboard warriors on the Internet can drown Gu Xiaoman with a mouthful of saliva, so she doesn't have to be afraid at all.

Thinking of this, the reporter straightened his back and raised his voice several times, "Miss Gu, in your opinion, is money really that important? Can you do anything for money?"

Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyes and glanced at Weibo, and sure enough, as the reporter said, the number one trending search was: The adopted daughter of the Gu family was arrested.

There was a lot of scolding under the hot search, it was bought by Chu Mei before, and a few marketing accounts that predicted that there would be big news broke out the information of Chu Mei and Gu Jiyuan's report, which clearly stated that the suspect was Gu Xiaoman, the adopted daughter of the Gu family .

The keyboard warriors who were exposed to black material because of the bug incident finally caught Gu Xiaoman's black material and insulted Gu Xiaoman wantonly.

He even caught up with AG's official blog and strongly demanded that AG dismiss Gu Xiaoman. Such a planner who doesn't know how to be grateful and has no morals should get out of the planning circle, and is not worthy of being a planner at all.

Some people even ran to the brands that Gu Xiaoman had planned advertisements before, insulting Gu Xiaoman crazily, saying that if the brand used the advertisements planned by Gu Xiaoman again, they would boycott the brand.

It was obviously just a report and a few pictures of himself being taken away by the police.

The keyboard man on the Internet seemed to have witnessed the whole process, and insulted her madly, and even her parents, whom she had never met, were implicated.

The crowd was so angry that they wanted to nail Gu Xiaoman to the pillar of shame.

Someone even created a super chat: Did Gu Xiaoman die today?
Gu Xiaoman glanced at the content published by the marketing account, clicked back to his homepage to see the skyrocketing number of fans, turned off the comment function with a blank expression, as if the person who was scolded and cursed was not himself.

In the eyes of the reporter, her silence was interpreted as tacit consent.

The reporter took another step forward arrogantly, and the microphone mercilessly turned in front of Gu Xiaoman, sarcastically saying: "Miss Gu didn't answer, is it a tacit consent?"

Gu Xiaoman paused, raised his head with a cold face, and took a photo of the reporter with his mobile phone.

"What are you doing?! Why do you take pictures! Did you get my permission to take pictures? I want to sue you for violating my privacy!"

The reporter stretched out his hand to grab Gu Xiaoman's cell phone, but Gu Xiaoman knocked her hand off with a cold face, and his voice was cold and sharp.

"Invasion of privacy? Just taking a photo violates your privacy, so what is it if you shoot at me like this?"

"The police station just happens to be behind, why don't we go to the police together and ask, who is invading whose privacy?"

Her eyes were cold, and her voice was fierce and full of aura. The rest of the reporters present were a little flustered by the words, and quietly moved the microphone and camera back.

Although the female reporter was in a panic, she felt guilty when she thought of Gu Xiaoman's photo in her phone.

She had already received the money. If the police finally found out that Gu Xiaoman was not a murderer and did not put Gu Xiaoman in prison, if Gu Xiaoman sued her for slander, she would not be able to afford the compensation.

As journalists, they know best that once they have a handle on each other, they will be restrained everywhere in the future. Today, no matter what, Gu Xiaoman cannot be allowed to leave her photo.

Thinking of this, the female reporter rushed towards Gu Xiaoman like crazy.

Gu Xiaoman's pupils shrank, and he was already prepared to back away.

For a moment, I forgot that there were steps not far behind me. If my heels touched the steps and I was unstable, I would fall down.

Seeing this, the female reporter took two steps forward, stretched out her hand and grabbed the phone in Gu Xiaoman's hand.

Gu Xiaoman clenched his phone tightly, unable to stabilize his body and fell backward resigned to his fate.

Suddenly a thin and powerful arm was placed around his waist, and he was brought sideways, bumping into the broad and warm chest of the visitor.

The familiar smell of cedar came to the nostrils, Gu Xiaoman couldn't help rubbing Fu Wenyao's chest, the tip of his nose felt sour, feeling aggrieved.

"Mr. Fu, why are you here?"

There was a hint of nasal in the little wife's soft voice, and Fu Wenyao's heart was about to break. He wrapped his arms around his slender waist tightly with one hand, and stroked his back soothingly with the other hand.

"I came late and made you feel wronged."

Gu Xiaoman shook his head slightly, but hugged Fu Wenyao's waist tightly, and buried himself in Fu Wenyao's arms.

Fu Wenyao glanced coldly at the female reporter who was restrained by Tao Yan, his gaze was so cold that it could almost freeze all the reporters around into ice sculptures.