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

Mr. Fu coughed lightly, put down the newspaper and went back to his room, took out the red envelope he had prepared and handed it to Qiao Bo.

He glanced at Mrs. Fu who was still concentrating on watching the dumplings, patted the red envelope in Qiao Bo's palm, and said in a low voice, "There are three people, one for each, and their names are all written on it, don't make a mistake."

Qiao Bo glanced at Mrs. Fu, who hadn't heard it, and quickly put it away.

"Okay okay."

Only then did Mr. Fu smile in satisfaction, strolled to the sofa and sat down, picked up the newspaper again and began to read.

Yuqing quickly came down with the red envelope prepared by Mrs. Fu.

Mrs. Fu looked at the clock on the shelf, and greeted Qiao Bo with a smile on her face: "Hurry up and send someone to deliver it, and it must be delivered before twelve o'clock."

Qiao Bo took the lead and hurried out with several heavy red envelopes.

As if she couldn't get enough of it, Mrs. Fu looked back and forth at the dumplings on the plate, the smile on her face never coming down.

"Xiaoyi really deserves to be Wen Yao's child. He can make dumplings at such a young age. He is smart, just like Wen Yao when he was a child."

Mr. Fu turned over the newspaper in his hand, and said without raising his head when he heard the words: "If you are willing to nod, then the little clever ghost should make dumplings in front of us, and maybe you will teach her. Since If you like that little girl so much, why make things difficult for the children?"

Mrs. Fu's complexion was gloomy, and she took a sip of hot tea from her teacup without even looking at Mr. Fu.

"Yuqing, go and cook the dumplings, put them all in a bowl."

Yuqing couldn't help but glanced at Mr. Fu, and nodded with a smile.

"Yes."

Mr. Fu put down the newspaper, and looked at Mrs. Fu angrily, "Why are you so unreasonable, little old lady? How can you take it all from the children?"

The old lady slowly took another sip while holding the teacup, and glanced at him indifferently.

"Is your name written on the dumpling?"

Mr. Fu: "..."

He had nothing to do with Mrs. Fu, so he put down the newspaper and drank the tea in the teacup in one go, and remained silent for a long time without saying a word.

After a long while, he breathed a sigh of relief, and said coolly: "It's Chinese New Year, don't make trouble. Your stomach can't eat that much at night, you have to accumulate food. If you really want to eat, I'll give you two more later. No More."

As soon as the words were finished, there was a male Qingyue voice with a hippie smile outside the door: "What delicious food are you eating without telling me, grandpa and grandma?"

Fu Chengze handed several precious nourishing medicinal materials to Qiao Bo, and looked at Mrs. Fu and Mr. Fu sitting on the sofa with a smile in his eyes.

When Mrs. Fu saw him, a smile appeared on her face again, and she looked away pretending to be angry.

"Didn't you agree to have dinner with grandma? Why did you come at this hour!"

Knowing that the old lady was a little angry, Fu Chengze went to sit next to the old lady in two or three steps, and flattered him, saying: "I was wrong, I was wrong, I thought everyone would be reunited at home today, but I didn't expect there would be a traffic jam. "

"If grandma is angry, just hit me. Don't keep your anger in your heart. It's not good for your health."

As he spoke, he grabbed Mrs. Fu's hand and patted the back of his hand.

Mrs. Fu was not really angry at first, but Fu Chengze coaxed her into a happy smile, and patted the back of his hand angrily.

"You! Your parents have something to do this year. If you don't come to accompany me and your grandpa, grandma is waiting for you to come and make the old house lively, but you came so late."

Fu Chengze let the old lady slap, filled the old lady's empty teacup with hot tea with the other free hand, and handed the teacup to the old lady with a smile.

"Grandson knows his mistake, grandma will forgive grandson after drinking tea, okay?"

Mrs. Fu smiled and took the tea and took a few sips.

Fu Chengze looked at Mr. Fu, and continued the previous question, "Grandpa, what did you and grandma say that you can't eat too much?"

Mr. Fu remained silent, coughed twice, and pointed to the empty teacup in front of him.

Fu Chengze was amused by his childish behavior, and resigned himself to refilling a cup of hot tea for Mr. Fu.

Mr. Fu took a sip of hot tea in satisfaction, then smiled and said, "Your brother Wen Yao sent someone to deliver the dumplings you made yourself, and that little girl in Xiaoyi actually made several cute mini dumplings. It's a pity You came a little late, otherwise you could still see the appearance of that dumpling, it's really cute."

The smile on the corners of Fu Chengze's lips froze, a dark light flashed across his peach blossom eyes, and he raised his lips again, but the smile didn't reach his eyes.

"So it is."

Madam Fu put down her teacup and looked at Fu Chengze.

"Chengze, you are not young anymore, you have to hurry up and chase after girls you like, don't always go around playing around every day."

Fu Chengze raised his eyebrows and lowered his head pretending to be sad.

"It seems that grandma only has Xiaoyi in her heart, and she doesn't care about me at all. After taking over Fu's, I didn't play around anymore. I went to the club to socialize. Moreover, I injured my neck in a car accident some time ago, and I have been recuperating in the hospital , why talk about going out to play."

"Yes, yes, what's wrong with your neck? Grandma, take a look."

Mrs. Fu reached out and touched his neck, and said in a deep voice: "It's not long since you took over Fu's. It's the first time you have to deal with so many jobs. You will definitely be a little tired, so don't drive. It's not that there are no drivers. In the future, you will Let the driver drive."

Fu Chengze nodded obediently, "Understood, grandma."

Mrs. Fu looked at his neck carefully, and after confirming that there was nothing wrong with his neck, she withdrew her hand.

"You and Wen Yao are cousins. Although grandma and Wen Yao had some unpleasant quarrels before, it will not affect the relationship between your cousins. There are only two of your cousins ​​in the Fu family. Wen Yao's time as the president of the Fu family If you have any problems at work, you can ask Wen Yao more."

Fu Chengze's body froze, he lowered his head as if he was carefully arranging his cuffs, his forehead hair fell down, covering his dark eyes full of scorn.

There was a cold smile on the corner of his mouth, he nodded indifferently, and said perfunctorily, "Got it, grandma."

Upon hearing this, the old lady smiled with satisfaction.

"Although we have a lot of shares in Fu's company, the old foxes on the board of directors also have a lot of shares. Those old foxes are not safe. Since you have taken over the burden of Fu's company, you must be cautious in your words and deeds , firmly secure this position for Mrs. Fu."

"Mingwen's project is the most important part of Fu's strategic development, and it is also the top priority. Fu's whole body has spent countless efforts and time on this project. Grandma believes that it was an accident before, and you can take this project down , take Fu to another level."

Speaking of this, the old lady paused, took a sip of tea, her voice was as loving as ever.

"However, if you think you can't take it down, grandma can understand. After all, you have never been in touch with Fu's project before. Grandma can go to Wen Yao, it's not too late..."