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

William glanced at the delicate gift bag in her hand, but didn't reach out to take it.

Ding Chuchu's hands froze in the air, bit her lips in embarrassment, and instinctively imitated Gu Xiaoman's usual way of speaking, softening her tone and acting coquettishly.

"Daddy..."

Her voice was delicate and soft, although she tried her best to imitate it, but it still showed a bit of affectation.

William's deep black eyes narrowed, and there was a layer of cold air between his brows and eyes.

Ding Chuchu looked at Jiang Qingshu as if begging for help, but Jiang Qingshu seemed not to notice her begging for help, and gracefully took a sip of the hot tea from the teacup.

Seeing the tense atmosphere in the living room, the butler looked at William with a cold face, and at Ding Chuchu who was still stubbornly holding the bag with an embarrassing face, and sighed helplessly.

"Miss, sir has a special tea house, and the annual output of the tea house is enough for him to drink."

Ding Chuchu's face turned pale again when he heard this.

She knew that William wouldn't drink the tea she bought, but she didn't expect that the other party didn't even pick up the connection.

Even if you refuse, you have to talk to the housekeeper.

Isn't this clearly slapping her in the face?

Ding Chuchu looked down at the exquisite gift bag, and a nameless anger rose in her heart.

The news she had received before clearly said that William and Jiang Qingshu were trying to find their lost daughter regardless of cost or price.

It stands to reason that after searching for so many years, I finally found my daughter, shouldn't it be pampered and cared for carefully?
After she was recognized, her basic necessities of life were indeed higher than before by more than one level.

Although William and Jiang Qingshu gave her an unlimited black card and arranged personal servants to take care of her, that was all.

Although the current life is very happy and happy, she always feels that something is not right.

There always seemed to be a layer of film between her and those two people. They looked very close, but in fact they were still far away.

Ding Chuchu was thinking a lot, but William was impatient, walked around her without saying a word and strode upstairs.

The butler reluctantly stepped forward to take the gift bag from Ding Chuchu's hand, and said lovingly: "Mr. has a cold temper, don't mind, miss. But, miss doesn't need to buy anything for husband in the future, all the things used by him will be taken care of by a special person." deal with."

He spoke nicely, and Ding Chuchu was not easy to lose his temper, so he barely evoked a smile.

"Well, I see."

She took a deep breath, turned around and took another gift box from the servant, and sat down beside Jiang Qingshu affectionately.

"Mum, I saw a super nice silk scarf when I was shopping today, it matches your temperament very well. Look, do you like it?"

As she spoke, she opened the box and placed it on the table in front of Jiang Qingshu.

Jiang Qingshu glanced at the silk scarf in the box. The material was soft, the color matching was beautiful, and the pattern was simple. It was a style she would like.

But she just took a look and looked away.

"It's really good, you have a heart."

Although there was only one sentence, it was much better than William's silent attitude before.

Ding Chuchu smiled with crooked eyebrows, feeling better.

"It's fine if mom likes it, let me tie it up for mom to have a look?"

She said she picked up the silk scarf and was about to put it on for Jiang Qingshu, but Jiang Qingshu put down the cup before she got up.

Ding Chuchu's hands froze in mid-air, with a smile on his mouth, he looked up at Jiang Qingshu in confusion.

Jiang Qingshu looked down at her as if he didn't see the loss and embarrassment in her eyes.

"It's getting late, you should go back to your room early to rest."

After finishing speaking, she turned and left without looking back. When she passed by the butler, she whispered softly, "Put the silk scarf away and send it to my cloakroom."

"Okay, ma'am."

The butler responded with a smile, walked quickly to the table, and stretched out his hand to Ding Chuchu.

"Miss?"

Ding Chuchu came back to her senses, carefully put the silk scarf into the box and handed it to the housekeeper, barely evoking a smile: "I'm sorry for your trouble."

"You're welcome, ma'am."

The housekeeper held the silk scarf and followed Jiang Qingshu upstairs slowly. Ding Chuchu was the only one left in the living room.

She sat on the sofa, the smile on her face quickly faded, her hands on the sofa tightened tightly, and her eyes were full of anger.

Standing behind her, Lin Ran saw her expression and curled his lips mockingly.

He was so disrespectful to Madam in the store today, and now he turns around to please Madam, it's no wonder Madam would give her a good face.

A counterfeit is a counterfeit, and they don't know what it means to keep one's place.

Obviously already enjoying the glory and wealth of "Miss", but greedily wanting more, she deserves to be slapped in the face!
When Gu Xiaoman woke up, it was already bright outside.

I don't know if it was because she saw Fu Wenyao's back last night, she actually dreamed of Fu Wenyao.

In the dream, she saw the man about to walk into the room, and blurted out Fu Wenyao's name out of desperation.

Unexpectedly, the man really stopped and turned around, suddenly it was Fu Wenyao whom he hadn't seen for several days.

It was still that handsome and flawless face, when the deep and dark eyes looked at her, they were full of pampering tenderness.

He stretched out his hand towards her, his voice low and coaxing.

"Xiao Xiao, come here."

Gu Xiaoman was bewitched by him for a moment, and actually jumped towards him, and was embraced by the man.

Her nostrils were filled with the familiar scent of cold fragrance. She felt aggrieved, her eyes turned red instantly, and she glared at the man accusingly.

"Did you really treat me as a substitute? Why are you here now? Did you...have you never liked me?"

The more she talked, the more wronged she became, tears fell like beads with broken threads.

Fu Wenyao panicked immediately, and quickly reached out to wipe her tears, soothing her softly.

"Don't cry, little girl, don't cry."

I don't know if it was because of the dream, but the man didn't answer her words, just said "Don't cry" back and forth.

In the end, he didn't know if he couldn't stop Gu Xiaoman's tears, so he leaned over and blocked her lips.

Recalling this, Gu Xiaoman's ears suddenly turned red.

She tore off the quilt and shrank into the bed, feeling bad all over.

What's going on, Gu Xiaoman!
How can you have such a dream?It's crazy!

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and the servant's voice came through the door.

"Miss Gu, are you awake? Breakfast is ready, Miss is waiting for you to have breakfast together in the garden downstairs."

Gu Xiaoman poked his head out from under the quilt, and replied in the direction of the door.

"Understood, come down immediately."

She dawdled for a while before getting up to wash and go downstairs.

The flowers in the garden are blooming just right, and the breeze is blowing.

Gu Xiaoman walked under the gazebo, sat down opposite Ye Siyu, and subconsciously looked at the wall not far away.

The fence is so high that you can't see the garden opposite, but you can clearly see the balcony where the man's back was seen last night.