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

Zhao Jiarong twisted her waist and walked behind Du Mingyu, looked Gu Xiaoman up and down, was amazed by her outfit, stared blankly at Gu Xiaoman for a few seconds, and even forgot what she wanted to say before.

After recovering, she looked at Gu Xiaoman with disgust in her eyes.

A bitch is a bitch!

Participate in a competition, who will show you such an exquisite dress? !
She was jealous and unwilling at the same time, her brows were tightly furrowed, and she said in a strange way: "Director Gu must be busy dressing himself up so he came late? Today the judges are looking at the planning proposal, not who dresses beautifully."

The words were harsh and harsh, and the tone was full of sourness.

Gu Xiaoman looked at Du Mingyu indifferently, without giving her a look.

"Which lounge are we in?"

"Our location is relatively inside, I'll take you there."

Du Mingyu glared at Zhao Jiarong, smiled and led Gu Xiaoman towards the dedicated lounge.

Zhao Jiarong was completely ignored, and stayed alone, his face livid with anger.

Noticing the pointing points of the people around her, she glared at them angrily, scolded them coldly, "What are you looking at!"

She stared at Gu Xiaoman's back, and the jealousy and anger that had been suppressed in her heart almost burst out.

Zhao Jiarong closed her eyes, forced herself to calm down, and comforted herself in her heart.

It doesn't matter, anyway, Gu Xiaoman will be ruined after a while.

She wants to see how arrogant Gu Xiaoman will be for a while!

A malicious smile curled up on the corner of Zhao Jiarong's mouth, and with a cold snort, he went to a corner with his mobile phone and made a call.

As soon as the call was connected, a disturbed female voice rang out from the phone.

"what happened?"

Zhao Jiarong frowned in disgust, her tone was as cold as ice.

"You go to the staff and ask her to transfer your position to the front of our company."

"Ah? Is this okay? The competition party probably won't agree."

Shaw's planner clutched the information in his hand and nervously watched Gu Xiaoman who was not far away, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

"Jiarong, tell me, can we really do this?"

Hearing her uneasiness, Zhao Jiarong rolled her eyes, hating iron for failure and said: "Don't tell me, you regret it now."

"No, no."

The planner rolled his eyes, covered the receiver of the mobile phone, and whispered: "I just, I just think..."

She stammered, her voice wavering.

Zhao Jiarong didn't make this call to hear her retreat, her brows were frowned, and she interrupted coldly without patience.

"Things have been discovered to this point, and it is useless for you to regret it! Why don't you think about it, how can you be sure that Gu Xiaoman plagiarized! You have all the materials you created, and it was Gu Xiaoman who plagiarized and not you. What are you afraid of? !"

"Besides, it's already reached this point, and you won't be able to turn back even if you want to! Are you going to tell the program crew and those people who eat melons on the Internet that Gu Xiaoman didn't copy you, but you copied Gu Xiaoman?"

"Tell me, will those melon-eating netizens eat you in anger? You teased the organizer of the competition like this, tell me, can you still hang out in this circle in the future? Gu Xiaoman is not easy to mess with Yes, we will definitely bring a lawsuit to the court!"

"Could it be that you want to spend the rest of your life in prison?"

Shaw's planner was so frightened by her that his back broke out in a layer of cold sweat, and the materials in his hand slipped to the ground.

She clenched her phone tightly, fearing that she would be the one being bullied by the Internet, swallowed hard, and calmed down.

"Okay, stop talking, I'll talk to the program team right now."

As she said that, she squinted her eyes and said casually, "Jiarong, things must go smoothly. After all, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope. If something happens, no one can escape."

Hearing the threat in her tone, Zhao Jiarong raised her eyebrows indifferently, and said perfunctorily, "Don't worry, with me here, what are you afraid of!"

"You and Gu Xiaoman have never met before, and no one will think of you. Moreover, you are the planner of Shaw Brothers. Everyone will only speculate that Gu Xiaoman and Shao Yuxing have a private relationship. For the sake of the competition, they voted for Shao. His plan."

After a few words of reassurance, she hung up the phone with a cold face, not paying attention to the planner's threat at all.

She had already thought of a countermeasure, and the planner was just a pawn in her hand to bring down Gu Xiaoman.

Her purpose is only one, which is to ruin Gu Xiaoman's reputation!

As for the life and death of other people, what does it have to do with her?
Besides, the other party was once her competitor, she is not the Virgin.

Zhao Jiarong curled her lips and sneered.

"Gu Xiaoman, let me see how arrogant you are this time!"

"what are you doing?"

Du Mingyu's voice suddenly came from behind him, Zhao Jiarong froze, subconsciously clutching the phone tightly.

She turned around with a dry smile, and patted her chest in shock, "Mingyu, what are you doing, you scared me."

Saying that, seeing Du Mingyu's gloomy face, Zhao Jiarong's heart skipped a beat.

When did Mingyu come?
Shouldn't you hear it all?
Zhao Jiarong swallowed nervously, blinked guiltyly, and tentatively asked, "Mingyu, when did you come?"

Du Mingyu looked at her coldly, without any warmth in his voice.

"Who are you calling?"

Thinking that Du Mingyu didn't hear anything, Zhao Jiarong let out a sigh of relief and laughed softly.

"It's nothing, the little sister just asked me which dress looks good on me."

Du Mingyu looked at her deeply, unmoved, grabbed her arm, and pulled her directly into an empty lounge.

"Does the plagiarism have anything to do with you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about." Zhao Jiarong shook off his hand, frowned and rubbed her red wrist, "Hiss, why are you doing so hard, you hurt me!"

Du Mingyu frowned, and looked straight at her: "Did you do it?"

Before Zhao Jiarong could answer, Du Mingyu's cell phone rang.

Not knowing what was said on the other side, his face became gloomy visible to the naked eye.

"The competition party has adjusted the order of appearances, which is the result of your phone call just now, isn't it?"

Hearing that the contestants had adjusted the order of the stage, Zhao Jiarong was overjoyed, and couldn't hide the smugness in her eyes.

Anyway, the competition was about to start, so she didn't bother to pretend anymore, and said directly: "So what if it's me."

Du Mingyu took a deep breath, clenched his hands tightly, and stared at Zhao Jiarong with dark eyes, fierce as if he wanted to tear her to pieces.

Zhao Jiarong's scalp became numb from his gaze, and she subconsciously stepped back.

Du Mingyu's chest was so angry that he couldn't suppress the fire in his heart, so he just raised his hand and slapped it.

"Clap" sound.

He exerted so much force that Zhao Jiarong's face was beaten and his head was turned away. His ears were buzzing, and he covered his face and looked at Du Mingyu in disbelief.

"How dare you hit me?"