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

Gu Xiaoman hugged the pillow and told the ins and outs of the matter.

Knowing that Ye Manni had actually come to provoke her, Ye Si's chest heaved unceasingly.

"What a big white lotus! After so many years, Ye Manni is still so shameless."

Gu Xiaoman was afraid that she would lose her body due to anger, so he patted the back of her hand lightly and comforted her softly.

"Okay, don't be angry, let her go, she can do whatever she wants, let her get entangled with Fu Wenyao, anyway, I don't want to be caught between them anymore."

Ye Siyu frowned upon hearing this, and said a little uncertainly, "Xiao Man, are you sure Fu Wenyao likes her?"

"Impossible!" Ye Siyu's expression was obviously hesitant, "You don't know how hard Ye Manni worked to climb up to Fu Wenyao at that time, and she wished she could turn into brown sugar and stick to Fu Wenyao's body completely."

"Even so, I never heard that Fu Wenyao confessed to her and asked her to be his girlfriend."

Gu Xiaoman squeezed the pillow absently, and said lightly, "How old was Ye Manni at that time?"

Ye Siyu was stunned for two seconds, then blinked in memory, "It's not that old, it seems like I'm not yet an adult, fourteen, or fifteen?"

"That's not it."

Gu Xiaoman looked up at Ye Siyu, not knowing whether he was telling Ye Siyu or himself.

"Mr. Fu probably thought that she was still young, so he didn't..."

"Shit!"

Ye Siyu's voice was raised several degrees, "If it's because of this, then why didn't Fu Wenyao take action later?"

Gu Xiaoman's expression didn't fluctuate in the slightest, and he answered patiently.

"That's because Ye Manni went abroad."

Ye Siyu: ...

It seems, it seems, it probably makes sense.

Although he managed to make sense of the logic, Ye Siyu always felt that Fu Wenyao would not be like this.

After all, she could see how Fu Wenyao treated Gu Xiaoman.

In real comparison, Fu Wenyao treated Gu Xiaoman tens of thousands of times better than he treated Ye Manni before.

But Gu Xiaoman seemed determined, firmly believing that Ye Manni was the one Fu Wenyao liked.

I don't know what this girl is thinking.

Could this be, a fan of the authorities?

Seeing that Ye Siyu wanted to refute, Gu Xiaoman sighed softly, he really didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, so he opened his mouth to divert Ye Siyu's attention.

"I'm going to take a shower and change clothes."

"Yes, yes, it's much more comfortable to take a bath first."

Ye Siyu nodded, and fondled her hair, "You haven't slept all night, don't wash for too long."

Gu Xiaoman nodded, took the clothes and went into the bathroom.

After closing the door, she leaned against the door and sighed softly.

If what happened that night hadn't happened, she might, like Siyu, not believe that Mr. Fu used her as a substitute.

However, what happened that night actually happened.

Even though she forced herself to ignore the phone call answered by a strange woman during the month of recuperation.

What should have happened still happened.

Ye Manni still found Bishuiwan, and cruelly and indifferently tore away the illusion that she had been deceiving herself in front of her.

At that moment, she realized how naive she was.

Many things, if she doesn't think about them or care about them, she can pretend that nothing happened.

Like Ye Manni, like the contract between her and Fu Wenyao.

Even without Ye Manni, there was still a contract between her and Fu Wenyao.

The beginning of her and Fu Wenyao was a transaction. Why did she think that Fu Wenyao was sincere to her?
Ningcheng Airport.

A plane flying over mountains and seas landed slowly.

Tao Yan followed Fu Wenyao and strode out of the airport, admiring Fu Wenyao very much.

After flying for more than ten hours, you can still be so energetic, you are indeed a gentleman!

"I've worked hard on you for the past few days, and I'll give you a week off."

Tao Yan was wearing his seat belt when he was overwhelmed by the benefits that fell from the sky, and immediately said excitedly: "Thank you, sir."

Fu Wenyao didn't make a sound, he was obviously in a good mood.

Tao Yan glanced at the rearview mirror, knowing that the reason why the husband is so happy is that he will see his wife soon, so he immediately shouted in his heart, Long live the lady!
The black Maybach drove away from the airport, and when passing by a pastry shop, Fu Wenyao suddenly made a sound.

"Pause."

The driver stepped on the brakes, the tires gripped the ground, and the Maybach stopped slowly.

Tao Yan turned around in astonishment, "Sir, there is..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw that Fu Wenyao had opened the door and got out of the car, and walked into the pastry shop by the roadside in three or two steps.

Tao Yan glanced at the name of the shop and suddenly understood.

No wonder the husband had to stop the car, it turned out to be Madam's favorite pastry shop.

The husband really restarted the madman, he came back early to surprise his wife, and even specially bought her favorite pastries.

At this point, Ma'am should not be awake yet, right?

You can see Mr. as soon as you open your eyes, what kind of peerless romance is this!
Yes or sir!

Half an hour later, the black Maybach stopped outside the gate of Bishuiwan. Fu Wenyao opened the door and got off, walking towards the living room with the wind on his feet.

As soon as Uncle Jiang opened the door, he suddenly saw Fu Wenyao holding the pastry. He was startled, thinking that he hadn't woken up and was dreaming.

"Master, are you back?"

"Ah."

Fu Wenyao nodded slightly, walked around Uncle Jiang with a chill in his body, changed his shoes, and went upstairs.

Uncle Jiang was stunned at the door for a few seconds before realizing that Fu Wenyao had really returned.

Walking quickly all the way to the door of the bedroom, Fu Wenyao stopped, unknowingly straightened his clothes, and gently pushed the door open.

He casually put the pastry on the table, with a doting smile on his lips, and walked lightly towards the big bed.

Seeing the empty big bed, the smile froze on his face, his brows were furrowed, and he looked around the room for a week.

"Little?"

He walked to the door of the bedroom in two or three steps and opened the door. It was still empty, and there was no figure named Ruan Ruan at all.

Fu Wenyao's face gradually darkened, he opened the bedroom door, and said in a deep voice, "Uncle Jiang!"

His voice was low and cold like ice scum.

Uncle Jiang was about to go to the garden to pick a bouquet of flowers to replace the flowers in the living room, when he heard this he was shocked.

Why is the young master so loud?I'm not afraid of waking up Mrs.

Uncle Jiang frowned reproachfully, and walked upstairs quickly, "Hey, what's wrong, young master?"

Fu Wenyao leaned against the cabinet with a grumpy face and a formidable aura around him.

"What about little?"

"What? Isn't young mistress sleeping in the room?"

Uncle Jiang didn't understand what Fu Wenyao meant, and subconsciously looked at the big bed.

Seeing the empty big bed, he opened his eyes wide in surprise, "This..."

Fu Wenyao's face was as gloomy as water, and the air pressure around him was astonishingly low. He almost squeezed out a sentence between his teeth: "Uncle Jiang, where is he? Where is my wife!"