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

Fu Wenyao's arms around Xiaojiao's wife froze suddenly, and he did not expect Xiaojiao's wife to react like this.

He obviously liked it as much as he showed before.

He really wanted to make his little charming wife smile, but he never expected that the smile didn't come true, and he was instead compared to King Zhou of Shang.

Forget it, let's cover up this time first, and send it off at a suitable time later.

Fu Wenyao's brows and eyes relaxed, and his little wife was about to contact the waiter.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the waiter's respectful voice came from outside.

"Sir, madam, is the lily of the valley ornament you auctioned brought in for you, or will you take it away when you leave?"

There was a moment of silence in the box.

Fu Wenyao's whole body was stiff, and his dark eyes stared nervously at his little wife, not missing any expression changes on her face.

Gu Xiaoman blinked suspiciously, looked at Fu Wenyao, and then at the closed door, his first reaction was that the waiter made a mistake.

Although her attention had been on the lily of the valley decoration, she didn't notice whether Mr. Fu participated in the auction.

But when the host announced the price, Mr. Fu just came over and hugged her, how could he have time to quote the price.

Besides, where did Mr. Fu get so much money for the auction.

[-] million to buy a decoration that is only ornamental, that's too much money, it doesn't look like something her husband would make...

No, Mr. is such a prodigal, if he has money, maybe he can really do such a thing.

Fortunately, her husband has no money!
Gu Xiaoman chuckled, walked quickly to open the door, and whispered: "You guys are mistaken, we didn't have an auction just now."

After the words fell, the expressions of the two men inside and outside the door changed.

Seeing Xiaojiao's wife smiled, thinking that Xiaojiao's wife was still happy, Fu Wenyao didn't stop her from opening the door.

Unexpectedly, Xiaojiao's wife thought that the waiter had made a mistake.

I didn't expect to hear this sentence, thinking that the other party regretted it because the auction price was too high.

The waiter turned pale with panic, took two steps back and carefully checked the number of the box. After confirming that he had gone the right way, he kept looking at Fu Wenyao, trembling, and said cautiously: "Madam, there is no mistake. You The box you are in is indeed box No. 9, and the lily of the valley decoration was indeed auctioned off from your box."

As he said that, the waiter took out the iPad from his bag and found the payment voucher and handed it to Gu Xiaoman with a vigilant look on his face.

"Here is the proof of payment. Our auction will have regulations. After payment, the goods will not be returned."

Seeing his husband's flamboyant and sharp signature on the screen at a glance, Gu Xiaoman: "..."

That lily of the valley ornament was actually taken by Mr. Fu?

[-] million? !

Gu Xiaoman stood there in a daze, unable to believe it for a moment.

"Contact this person and he will tell you where to send it."

Fu Wenyao handed the waiter the paper with Tao Yan's number on it, closed the door, and turned the man around by pressing his little wife's shoulder.

Gu Xiaoman looked up at him, his voice trembling slightly, "Sir, did you really take the picture?"

Fu Wenyao put his arms around her waist, bent down, put his head on her shoulder, and said aggrievedly: "Xiao Xiao, I am not King Zhou of Shang."

His posture and tone were like a big dog being reprimanded, Gu Xiaoman's heart felt weak, and he subconsciously patted his head.

"Of course you are not. Who said you are King Zhou of Shang?"

The previous conversation between the two flashed before his eyes, Gu Xiaoman twitched the corners of his mouth, imitating his tone of aggrieved, and said pitifully: "Sir, I don't want to be Daji."

Fu Wenyao raised his head, his dark eyes looked straight into the eyes of his little wife, and his voice was unprecedentedly gentle.

"Xiao Xiao, you don't know how much you like the look in your eyes just now, I want to keep the light in your eyes."

The cold and seldom-spoken gentleman is uncharacteristically affectionate, who can bear it.

Gu Xiaoman's ears turned red instantly, and his joyful eyes lit up, thinking about the almost sky-high price, he said dryly: "But you can't spend that much money, it's just a decoration, so you can only look at it." That's all."

Knowing the weakness of Xiaojiao's wife, Fu Wenyao's eyes dimmed, and his voice was low: "But, Xiaoxiao, I just want to give you a bouquet of lilies of the valley that will never fade."

Gu Xiaoman's heart broke all of a sudden, with a joyful smile in his eyes, he couldn't help but threw himself into Fu Wenyao's arms.

"Mr. Prodigal!"

Embracing the warm and fragrant nephrite in his arms, Fu Wenyao's eyes were full of grievances and dimness, the corners of his lips were slightly raised, and he directly hugged his little wife with force.

Both feet left the ground suddenly, Gu Xiaoman exclaimed, and hurriedly hugged his neck, and the two long legs hanging on his waist shook uneasily.

The small face rubbed against Fu Wenyao's neck, and Gu Xiaoman worried: "Will the high price of the lily of the valley auction affect the failure of the painting?"

"Don't worry, I have already greeted those people, no one will bid unless Gu Jiyuan bids himself."

Fu Wenyao sat down on the sofa by the glass window with his little wife in his arms, and he was sure of winning.

The host's excited voice sounded in the room at the right time: "The portrait of ladies 'Four Seasons', the starting price is 4000 million, with an increase of 500 million, and the auction starts now!"

"It's started, let go, I can't see it."

Gu Xiaoman struggled to turn around and look at the auction table.

Fu Wenyao put his arms around her waist and put her on the ground. Before Gu Xiaoman could stand still, he sat on his lap with his arms around her and wrapped her in his arms.

Gu Xiaoman's attention was all on the four paintings displayed on the big screen, he didn't struggle anymore, his eyes fell on Gu Jiyuan in the first row.

After the four paintings were taken out, Gu Jiyuan was always in a state of excitement. His heart beat so fast that it almost jumped out of his chest, and the corners of his mouth never fell.

Finally, when the host's small hammer was knocked down, he was a little short of breath. He pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the movement behind him. In a good mood, he guessed in his heart whether the first bid would be 6000 million or 7000 million.

One second, two seconds, three seconds... More than ten seconds passed, but the host did not speak for a long time.

He sensed that the situation seemed wrong, and looked up at the host, only to see that the smile on the host's face was a little stiff.

It was the first time that the host encountered a situation where no one bid for the finale. He managed to keep smiling, his back was soaked, and he tried his best to give peace to the quiet crowd.

"Haha, the paintings are amazing. It's normal for everyone to be fascinated by the paintings. When appreciating the paintings, remember to pick up the auction cards in your hands. The master painters of these four paintings have passed away. They are unique treasures that will never exist again!"

Gu Jiyuan turned his head in disbelief, and at a glance, there were people wearing masks, with no expressions, no one holding signs, and some even whispered together, as if they had no interest in the paintings on the stage.

impossible!
How can it be!

Obviously, before, many people tried their best to inquire, even entrusted others to inquire, and wanted to buy Mo Wanqing's paintings, how could it be possible that there was no bidder? !