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

"Handle it well, don't let any one go."

After the words fell, Fu Wenyao leaned over slightly, and directly hugged his little wife.

Gu Xiaoman exclaimed, and quickly wrapped his arms around Fu Wenyao's neck, buried his head in the man's neck, his ears were red.

"Mr. Fu, I can go by myself."

Fu Wenyao strode towards the direction of the car, his voice was deep and deep, without a trace of emotion.

"Sorry, I didn't protect you the first time."

Gu Xiaoman shook his head, his nose sore, "I'm very happy that you can come."

As she said that, she rubbed into Fu Wenyao's arms again, her voice was low and soft, "Fortunately, you are here. Compared with that time in three and a half years, I am already very happy."

Fu Wenyao paused, looked down at the little wife in his arms, and leaned over to place a soft kiss on the forehead of the little wife.

"Sorry, I was abroad at the beginning, so I don't know what you are facing in China."

Gu Xiaoman looked up at Fu Wenyao with his small face, his clear eyes were clouded with water mist, he raised his head and bit Fu Wenyao's chin hard, and complained: "Scumbag!"

Having said that, the little wife didn't use much force when biting him, her tits were fierce, not cute.

With a faint smile on the corner of Fu Wenyao's lips, he continued to walk forward.

As early as Fu Wenyao came over, the driver had already got off the car and waited beside him.

When Fu Wenyao approached, he immediately opened the rear door respectfully.

Fu Wenyao bent down and put his little wife on the seat first before getting into the car.

Gu Xiaoman twitched his mouth when he saw a group of men in black surrounding the reporter through the car window.

"This is the entrance of the police station. There are so many men in black, are you okay?"

"Tao Yan will handle it well."

Fu Wenyao took out an exquisite small box from the cabinet next to it and handed it to Gu Xiaoman, "Eat something to cushion your stomach first."

Gu Xiaoman took the box absent-mindedly, his eyes still looking in the direction of the crowd.

I don't know how Tao Yan will deal with it.

The female reporter who was restrained by the man in black panicked, "What are you doing? This is a police station. Are you going to kidnap at the police station entrance?"

Tao Yan glanced at her coldly, ordered the people next to him to record everyone present on video, and said blankly: "Don't worry, we are all good citizens who abide by the law. Just record your faces, after all The prosecution needs to fill in the defendant's information."

After the words fell, many reporters panicked.

They all received money, and the transfer records are the evidence. If they really check, they will really be finished.

Moreover, the man just now, if they read correctly, is Mr. Fu who has always been ruthless.

Although Mr. Fu is no longer the president of the Fu Corporation, none of the lawyers under Mr. Fu are vegetarians. Even one of the lawyer's assistants can sue them to jail.

The female reporter could no longer be arrogant, she scolded Chu Mei bloody in her heart, and cried and begged for mercy.

"I was wrong, I really know I was wrong, someone called me here, as long as you let me go, I will tell you who called me here."

Seeing that Tao Yan was unmoved, the female reporter cried even more fiercely, "I beg you, I have seniors and juniors, I really can't lose this job."

"Are you afraid now? Weren't you still arrogant before?" Tao Yan's eyes were cold, "If you deliberately guide public opinion without investigating the truth of the matter, people like you are not worthy of being reporters at all."

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On the way back to Yuting Garden, Gu Xiaoman kept thinking about what those Internet keyboard warriors did three years ago. Her back felt cold, her hands and feet were limp, and her face was extremely pale.

Noticing that the little wife's condition was very abnormal, Fu Wenyao hugged the little wife into his arms and asked gently: "What's wrong?"

Gu Xiaoman grabbed Fu Wenyao's clothes, raised his face, and said anxiously: "Mr. Fu, will those people be guarding our door?"

The fear and uneasiness in her eyes stung Fu Wenyao's eyes. Under Fu Wenyao's eyes, the gloomy lake, which was always calm, set off huge waves.

With all his strength, he directly hugged his little wife to his lap, his arms tightly wrapped around the frightened little wife, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"No, don't worry, nothing can hurt you again."

It was the first time for the driver to hear such a gentle voice from Fu Wenyao. His eyes widened like a ghost, and he quietly raised his head to look in the rearview mirror.

Fu Wenyao's handsome face, which was always cold and calm, was much softer now, and his deep eyes were even gentle enough to drip water. He looked deeply at the little wife in his arms, as if he was holding some rare treasure in his arms.

The driver looked away, feeling amazed.

Love is indeed a wonderful thing. I never expected that my husband would have such an affectionate side.

Gu Xiaoman shrank into Fu Wenyao's arms. I don't know if it was because Fu Wenyao mentioned the incident three and a half years ago. The grievances and hurts she suffered back then seemed to be transmitted across time and space. She shrank into Fu Wenyao's arms, whispering accuse.

"Do you know how crazy those people were back then. Not only did they send me text messages and abuse around the clock, they even kept calling me in the middle of the night."

As she spoke, tears poured out uncontrollably and wet Fu Wenyao's shirt.

"They even uploaded my posthumous photo, and sent wreaths to the gate of our villa area, as if I was some kind of heinous villain and wished for my death."

The little wife shrugged her crying shoulders, her voice choked up, and the aura around Fu Wenyao became colder and colder. He stroked the little wife's back with his hands, comforting her over and over again.

"It's my fault, it's all my fault. I promise you, this kind of thing will never happen again in the future, and no one will dare to bully you like this again."

"Don't cry, okay?"

Gu Xiaoman hugged Fu Wenyao's waist tightly, curled into his arms and whispered: "It's not me who is crying, it's Gu Xiaoman who was crying at that time."

Fu Wenyao's heart seemed to be grabbed by someone suddenly, sore and painful, he sighed and hugged his little wife tightly in his arms.

Until the car parked in the underground garage of Yuting Garden, Gu Xiaoman didn't stop crying, as if he wanted to cry out all the grievances he suffered three and a half years ago.

Fu Wenyao reluctantly got out of the car with his little wife in his arms, and softly coaxed the little wife in his arms.

"Hey, don't cry, your eyes will be swollen if you cry again."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, with a hoarse voice: "Mr. Fu, don't worry about the things on the Internet this time, I want to handle it myself."

Fu Wenyao looked at his little wife whose eyes were red and swollen from crying, and didn't want to agree, but when he saw his teary eyes, he was defeated helplessly.

"it is good."

Big deal, he stared at it, if someone dared to do other things, don't blame him for being rude!
Gu Xiaoman smiled, still holding Fu Wenyao's clothes in his hand, complaining coquettishly: "My eyes hurt."

"Close your eyes, and I'll get you an ice pack."