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

Lu Xiuwen, an old fox, has a hard and cold personality, but his hair is soft.

Ye Siyu lovingly rubbed his hair again, making a mess of Lu Xiuwen's carefully groomed hairstyle.

Gu Xiaoman was hugged by Fu Wenyao and walked all the way out of the garden. When she was about to walk out of the garden, she didn't hear footsteps behind her. She looked back from Fu Wenyao's arms suspiciously.

Seeing Ye Siyu and Lu Xiuwen still at the door of the glass greenhouse from a distance, the corners of his mouth twitched.

From her point of view, Lu Xiuwen was lying on Ye Siyu's shoulder like a cuddly big dog. The two faces were pressed together, and it was unclear whether they were whispering or...kissing.

Gu Xiaoman's cheeks were red, and he didn't disturb them, but retreated into Fu Wenyao's arms and continued walking.

The door of the glass house.

Ye Siyu rearranged Lu Xiuwen's hair. From the corner of his eye, he saw Gu Xiaoman's family of three had left the garden, so he pushed Lu Xiuwen's shoulder helplessly.

"Okay, let's go too, I'm a little hungry."

Hearing this, Lu Xiuwen moved his thick palm from her waist to her lower abdomen, and gently rubbed it through the clothes.

Looking down at her flat belly, Lu Xiuwen lowered his eyebrows and his black eyes were obscure.

If Siyu is pregnant with her child, the child should grow up here little by little.

It's a pity that they should not think about children for a long time.

If the information obtained before is true, Siyu might leave him directly, let alone have a child.

After all, if that's the truth.

There is an insurmountable gap between him and Siyu. It is a few living lives, which cannot be accepted and forgiven by anyone.

Before investigating the truth, Siyu must not let Siyu know even a little bit of it!

Lu Xiuwen's dark eyes drooped slightly to cover up the dark eyes, he hummed lightly, and walked out of the garden with his arms around her.

"Go, let's feed you."

Hearing his pun, Ye Siyu blushed and gave him a reproachful look, but said nothing.

In the afternoon, Nai Tuanzi was obsessed with painting. The four adults played games and watched movies.

Lu Xiuwen saw her envy in his eyes, and the emotions in his black eyes were obscure.

After dinner, Ye Siyu and Lu Xiuwen got up to say goodbye.

Gu Xiaoman intentionally wanted Ye Siyu to stay in the villa for a few more days, but then thought that this was the first time Lu Xiuwen spent the Spring Festival with Ye Siyu in so many years, and he couldn't bear to disturb their world of two, so he simply gave up, Yiyi Reluctantly sent people to the gate.

Xiao Nai Tuanzi had been painting for a whole day, and the battery was running out. When Gu Xiaoman came back after seeing her off, Xiao Nai Tuanzi was already nestling on the sofa and sleeping soundly with the little rabbit in his arms.

Gu Xiaoman kissed her on the forehead in a funny way, and watched Fu Wenyao gently hugging the little milk dumpling.

After tucking the corner of the quilt for the little milk dumpling, and turning off the light in the children's room, she and Fu Wenyao came out of the room lightly.

As soon as he left the children's room, Fu Wenyao's cell phone rang. It was Tao Yan who called, saying that there was an urgent work report.

Fu Wenyao hung up the phone and went to the study, Gu Xiaoman simply went back to the bedroom and took a comfortable bath.

After taking a shower, she remembered the trending search, lay on the bed, took the iPad and clicked on the trending search.

The entire network platform is very lively.

Shaw's chief planner posted another eccentric Weibo while she was having dinner, implying that the person who copied her plan had worked abroad for a long time.

Not long after this Weibo post was posted, it was instantly searched by the marketing account.

The people who eat melons turned into Sherlock Holmes one after another, speculated about this Weibo post, and sought evidence from many sources.

Someone even made a list of the people participating in the Rising Sun Creative Competition this time, and everyone compared the planners in the table to frantically picking up human flesh.

The melon-eating crowd frantically pulled out all the past resumes of the people, and screened out planners who had worked abroad, and told them like a Chinese New Year.

Gu Xiaoman flipped through Weibo and saw that his past experience was clearly posted on the Internet, his brows were frowned, and he felt strongly offended.

Especially when seeing those people pointing fingers at her work experience, the feeling of being offended and peeped is particularly strong.

Unaware of how much harm and discomfort their actions have caused to others, the people who eat melons attack a few people who have worked abroad indiscriminately, and open the microphone passionately.

"Foreign countries seem to pay much attention to copyright awareness. How can they do such things as copying other people's plans after going to work abroad?"

"I don't understand the upstairs. This is called doing as the Romans do. The awareness of copyright in China is not high, so I think it's good to go abroad to work."

"Speaking of which, among these people, only Gu Xiaoman has never heard of it before. Could it be that she is the person in the plagiarism scheme?"

The radicals who opened the mic with passion crazily poured dirty water on several people, mixed with melon-eating people who remained rational.

"Before the truth comes out, it's better not to talk nonsense. Plagiarism is a very serious matter. It's not good to put a hat on someone else's head at will!"

"That's right. I really don't know what these people are talking about. You can't just listen to one side of the story. The official hasn't said anything. It's scary to even pick up other people's work experience."

"That's right, that's right, I've wanted to say it a long time ago, don't be self-righteous and stand on the commanding heights of morality and condemn Fang Qiu, be careful of being used as a gun."

It has always been like this on the Internet, some people speak passionately while others speak rationally.

However, it seems that someone is secretly manipulating this matter, and the rhythm of public opinion has been driven up.

Gu Xiaoman just refreshed it, and the comments were full of cursing words. Those rational speeches could only be refreshed once in a while, pitifully mixed under a bunch of indignant insults, almost without any sense of existence.

Frowning, he flipped through several popular Weibo comments, seeing all the insults, Gu Xiaoman inexplicably had a bad feeling in his heart.

She quickly clicked into her homepage.

Sure enough, the comment area has been occupied by keyboard warriors.

Even the microblogs where she advertised for the patron's father were full of insults, and some people even said that if the brand asked her to advertise again, they would never buy it.

Not only that, but there are also people who are crazily black branding all kinds of bad things.

If it was Gu Xiaoman three and a half years ago, seeing such insults, he would probably still be sad, and still be puzzled why these people did this.

But after experiencing the massive cyberbullying three and a half years ago, and having been designed several times after returning to China, she has long been numb to such a situation, and she can't stir up any ripples in her heart.