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

Noticing the anticipation in Gu Xiaoman's eyes, Xiaoyi nodded in satisfaction.

It seems that there is no chance for Daddy at all!
Regretfully turning off the vibrating cell phone alarm, Xiao Yi blinked and tilted his head to look at Gu Xiaoman.

"Mummy, do you miss Uncle Fu?"

Gu Xiaoman was silent for a moment, wiped the corners of Xiaoyi's mouth with a smile, and changed the subject calmly, "At school, you must obediently listen to the teacher and get along with the children, you understand?"

Catching Gu Xiaoman's reddened ear tips, Xiaoyi smirked and kissed her on the face, and responded in a childish voice: "I know, I know, Mommy, don't worry."

After finishing speaking, Xiao Yi ran towards the door with short legs.

Gu Xiaoman followed with her small schoolbag, gave the driver some careful instructions, watched the car leave, and then turned around and sat in the car behind her.

……

The black Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly stopped at AG Company.

After not coming to the company for more than ten days, Gu Xiaoman felt as if he had passed away.

Taking a deep breath, she took out the mirror from her bag and checked her makeup. She straightened her collar, opened the door and got out of the car.

It was the rush hour for work, and the Rolls-Royce Phantom attracted the attention of many people. Gu Xiaoman even noticed a lot of scrutinizing and probing eyes.

Accepting all the scrutiny calmly, Gu Xiaoman walked into the office building stepping on high heels.

"Gu Xiaoman?!"

Suddenly a sharp female voice came from behind, Gu Xiaoman walked towards the elevator as if he hadn't heard it.

"Gu Xiaoman! Just wait!"

Turning sideways to avoid the other party's hand, Gu Xiaoman frowned almost imperceptibly, a cold light flashed across his bright eyes, and he looked over expressionlessly.

"What, is something wrong?"

Zhao Jiarong was calming down her breathing, when she heard that her breath was diverted, she immediately coughed loudly, causing everyone to wait and see.

"Cough cough... you... cough cough... cheap..."

Her respiratory tract was burning and her throat was coughing so badly. Zhao Jiarong didn't need to look in the mirror to guess how embarrassed she was.

Seeing Gu Xiaoman's cold and noble appearance from the corner of the eye, Zhao Jiarong was so angry that his whole body trembled, the insidiousness in his eyes almost turned into real flames, wishing he could cremate Gu Xiaoman on the spot.

Seeing more and more eyes from the people around him, Gu Xiaoman frowned, waved for the lobby manager, and ordered him to pour Zhao Jiarong a glass of warm water.

Zhao Jiarong's waist was so bent that the lobby manager didn't recognize her for a while, and said respectfully: "Miss Gu, do you need to help your friend contact the doctor?"

Before Gu Xiaoman could answer, Zhao Jiarong, who had been bending over and coughing, got up quickly, her eyes were red, and she stared at the manager in the lobby.

"You...cough cough...who and...cough cough..."

Before he could finish speaking, a cold wind choked in, and Zhao Jiarong coughed heart-piercingly, tears streaming down his face, and the makeup that he had put on for more than an hour to match this dress before going out was completely ruined.

"Ding……"

The elevator door opened slowly, Gu Xiaoman nodded slightly to the hall manager, and told the other party to find a doctor for Zhao Jiarong, then walked around Zhao Jiarong who was out of breath, and stepped into the elevator calmly.

As soon as he stood still, Zhao Jiarong outside the elevator suddenly stopped coughing, Gu Xiaoman raised his eyebrows and looked over, just in time to meet a pair of red eyes full of hatred.

She was stunned for two seconds, her eyes turned on Zhao Jiarong's custom-made dress, and then a cold smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.