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

The door closed with a "click", and the servant was trembling, standing where he was, not daring to make a sound.

"Why are the windows open?"

His voice was calm, he couldn't hear any emotion, and he didn't even turn around. However, the servant in charge of the hygiene of the master bedroom was so frightened that his legs softened and he knelt on the ground with a "plop".

"I cleaned the room today, you don't like the smell of detergent, so you didn't close the window, and you forgot later..."

The servant knelt on the ground trembling, with a clear cry in his voice.

"Uncle Jiang, pay her half a year's salary."

The maid in charge of cleaning the master bedroom is an old man from Bishuiwan. It is precisely because she cleans well that Uncle Jiang arranges to clean the master bedroom.

In these years, this was the first time she had a problem with her work. Unexpectedly, this would also be the last time.

The servant's tears came out immediately, and she was afraid that the tears would drip on the carpet. As soon as the tears flowed out, she quickly reached out and wiped her face, crying and begging Fu Wenyao to forgive her this time.

"Sir, I was wrong, and I will never forget it next time..."

Uncle Jiang couldn't bear it, but after touching Fu Wenyao's face, he didn't plead for mercy after all.

With a sigh, he stepped forward to pull up the servant who was suppressing his crying, and looked at Fu Wenyao respectfully.

"Sir, I'll take her down first."

Fu Wenyao looked deeply at Gu Xiaoman whose face was flushed red, her bright face flashed in his mind, and he called out to Uncle Jiang.

"Wait, Wutong Courtyard still needs a cleaning."

Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, seeing Fu Wenyao retract his previous decision for the first time, subconsciously looked back at Fu Wenyao.

Just in time to see the man gently adjusting Gu Xiaoman's sleeves, with a focused expression, and a softness in his eyes that he has never seen before.

The servant was already in despair, but he forgot to shed tears when he heard the sound, and covered his mouth foolishly for fear that he would laugh.

Wiping away her tears, she was about to thank Fu Wenyao when Uncle Jiang pulled her arm, and she was dragged outside the door in a daze.

"If you want to thank Mr., work hard in the other courtyard. Work hard after you go to the other courtyard, and don't make such mistakes that shouldn't be made again."

"Yes, yes, I know, I will never dare to do it again in the future."

The servant said, and couldn't help but shed tears again.

Uncle Jiang took a deep look at her, and said meaningfully: "Madam is kind-hearted, this is the first time that sir has retracted his previous decision."

After speaking, he turned and went back to the room.

Tuliu's servant pondered for a long time, and finally bowed deeply to the closed bedroom door of the master bedroom before turning and leaving.

At the corner, Uncle Jiang nodded in satisfaction, turned and left with a smile on his lips.

……

After Gu Xiaoman finished his infusion, it was already five o'clock in the morning.

Uncle Jiang knocked on the door and came in lightly. Fu Wenyao was gently wiping the cold sweat off Gu Xiaoman's forehead with a handkerchief.

Uncle Jiang looked at Fu Wenyao distressedly, and said in a low voice, "Sir, do you want Auntie Zhao to wipe off my wife's sweat?"

Fu Wenyao glanced at him lightly, "Order the kitchen to make some porridge, and then prepare some refreshing side dishes."

"Okay, sir."

Knowing that Fu Wenyao wanted to wipe Gu Xiaoman's body by himself, Uncle Jiang gave him a worried look, and left the room with a sigh.

The husband has never taken care of anyone, but he wants to wipe his wife's body himself.

The relationship between young people is really enviable.

An hour later, Fu Wenyao put down the towel wearily, looked at the little woman on the bed who was still frowning, and poked her face angrily.

"Little heartless."

It's okay if you don't cooperate, and you are still dissatisfied.