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

Like a crazy lunatic, Zhao Jiarong kept struggling to rush towards Gu Xiaoman.

The little assistant stood in front of Gu Xiaoman with open arms like an old hen protecting a chick, staring at Zhao Jiarong vigilantly, preventing her from hurting Gu Xiaoman.

Not only that, but the little assistant turned around to comfort the red-eyed Gu Xiaoman very caringly.

"Director, don't worry, with me here, I will never let Zhao Jiarong hurt you."

The little assistant made a swearing promise with a look of justice on his face.

Gu Xiaoman was so amused by her firm little expression that he almost laughed out loud, he struggled to maintain the aggrieved look on his face, and nodded inwardly.

"Well, thank you for your hard work."

Her big clear eyes were bright red, and the tip of her delicate and small nose was also blushing. The little assistant looked at her with even more distress, and her sense of justice was overwhelming.

"Zhao Jiarong is too much, director, don't worry, everyone believes in you."

The little assistant comforted Gu Xiaoman a few more words worriedly, then turned around and stared vigilantly at Zhao Jiarong, who had been controlled by the reporters.

Zhao Jiarong was so angry that she almost vomited blood.

Her two arms were held back by two reporters respectively, and her legs kicked wildly. Du Mingyu couldn't dodge and was kicked by her and almost fell to the ground. His expression became even uglier.

Zhao Jiarong, who was immersed in anger and hatred, didn't notice Du Mingyu's displeasure at all, she stared at Gu Xiaoman, her eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

"Bitch! Gu Xiaoman, you bitch! You bitch with a vicious mind! I won't let you go!"

She struggled so hard that even a few high-ranking and rough-looking reporters could barely stop her.

Du Mingyu's face was dark, and he looked coldly at Zhao Jiarong who had no sense, like a shrew in the market, his patience was completely exhausted.

"Enough! How long are you going to make trouble?"

In order to clear Gu Xiaoman of the suspicion of plagiarism, he asked a lot of favors in private to invite so many heavyweight reporters to the scene.

He didn't come to see Zhao Jiarong making trouble.

Seeing that the entire press conference was taken out of rhythm, and everyone's attention was on Zhao Jiarong, Du Mingyu closed his eyes, struggling to suppress the churning killing intent in his heart.

The headquarters specifically told him that this matter must be properly resolved.

Otherwise, someone will be quickly sent to liquidate and go through the process of dissolving the company.

This meeting is of vital importance to the entire AG branch.

Now, all of this has been ruined by Zhao Jiarong!
Just because of Zhao Jiarong's poor and hateful jealousy!

Du Mingyu was so angry that he didn't want to say a word. He looked at Zhao Jiarong who was still making troubles with a cold face. He hated that his eyes couldn't kill people. Otherwise, he really wanted to cremate Zhao Jiarong directly.

The scene was so chaotic that it was out of control. Just as Du Mingyu was racking his brains to think about how to bring the focus back, the door of the venue was opened again from the outside.

Two staff members in uniform strode straight to the stage with a few men in casual clothes who appeared to be of unusual status.

Seeing a few people, Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips unobtrusively, and looked sideways at Zhao Jiarong.

While Zhao Jiarong was struggling, she became even more angry when she met Gu Xiaoman's provocative eyes.

"Bitch!"

She screamed suddenly, broke free from the reporter and rushed towards Gu Xiaoman, waving her arms.

Her move was so sudden that the little assistant was frightened by her ferocious look for a moment, her eyes widened and she froze in place.

Gu Xiaoman reacted very quickly, pulling the little assistant's arm and leading him back, taking advantage of the situation to hide the little assistant behind him.

Zhao Jiarong is coming aggressively, but don't hurt this little girl.

The little assistant was hidden behind Gu Xiaoman before he realized it suddenly. When he came back to his senses, Zhao Jiarong was holding a sharp metal-like object that was about to scratch Gu Xiaoman's face.

The little assistant opened her eyes wide in shock, and screamed in horror: "Miss Xiaoman, be careful!"

Gu Xiaoman took a slight step back. He could have avoided it. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the policeman rushing towards this side with big strides. His eyes flickered, and he raised his arms to cover his face.

A sharp pain came from the arm, and the scarlet blood trickled down from the arm like a red gem.

Gu Xiaoman took two steps back with a pale face, and was supported by the little assistant.

"Hahahahaha, you deserve it!"

Seeing a deep bloodstain on Gu Xiaoman's arm, Zhao Jiarong laughed wildly, like a complete mental patient.

Before she could move again, she was kicked on the back by the police who arrived in a hurry.

There was a moment of astonishment on Zhao Jiarong's face, and he fell to the ground uncontrollably, and the things in his hands flew out.

The policeman behind him knelt on her back and quickly clasped her arm with his backhand.

With a "click", the silver handcuffs tightly clasped Zhao Jiarong's wrist.

"do not move!"

The police yelled at Zhao Jiarong, who was still struggling, and took out his ID from his pocket and put it in front of Zhao Jiarong.

"We are from the Ningcheng Police Station, and we are now criminally detaining you in accordance with the law."

Before Zhao Jiarong could read the words on the certificate, the police had already withdrawn their hands.

Her face was pressed firmly against the carpet, and her nose was crushed so hard that it almost broke.

The strong smell of detergent on the carpet made her retch, Zhao Jiarong's face was pale, but her eyes were still full of hatred.

"Bitch! Vomit! Gu Xiaoman, you bitch!"

Being roughly pulled up from the ground by the police, Zhao Jiarong was still swearing.

A pair of eyes locked tightly on Gu Xiaoman's body, the anger in the eyes wished to burn Gu Xiaoman to death.

Unexpectedly, Zhao Jiarong was still so arrogant after being detained.

The little assistant frowned, and turned to block Gu Xiaoman behind him, directly blocking Zhao Jiarong's gaze.

"Bah! Bitch!"

Zhao Jiarong spat on the little assistant, and what she did was even more vulgar than a shrew in the market, and she didn't have the temperament of a socialite and lady who deliberately pretended to be on weekdays.

The policeman yanked off the handcuffs from behind and said sharply, "Be honest!"

Zhao Jiarong was pulled so that she couldn't stand upright and took a few steps back, and her head couldn't be restrained from throwing back.

She opened her mouth and was about to curse something when another staff member stepped forward and sealed her mouth with tape.

Noticing the wound on Gu Xiaoman's arm that seemed to be still oozing blood, the foreheads of several staff members were covered with cold sweat.

When they came, they all received orders from above to ensure the safety of the victim.

Who knew that the victim could be injured under their watchful eyes.

Several staff members swallowed, and tried their best to soften their voices: "Miss Gu Xiaoman, you need to see a doctor as soon as possible for the injury on your arm. We will accompany you to the hospital and do an injury appraisal by the way."