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

After being ill, Gu Xiaoman is surprisingly fragile, as long as his hands are moved a little bit, Gu Xiaoman is like a faucet with a valve turned on, and he can't stop crying when his brows are wrinkled and his mouth is deflated.

The delicate and fragile look is not at all like the forbearing and strong appearance she usually shows.

Fu Wenyao was flustered by her, but he could only serve her more patiently and gently.

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Wenyao said coldly, "Come in!"

As soon as she entered the room, she felt the low air pressure in the room. Aunt Zhao looked at Fu Wenyao with some doubts, and spoke respectfully.

"Sir, breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat it in your room or go downstairs?"

Fu Wenyao's face was very ugly, "Bring it up."

"Okay, sir."

From the corner of the eye, she caught a glimpse of the big bed with frowning brows, tears in the corners of her eyes, Gu Xiaoman who had been ravaged, Aunt Zhao opened her eyes wide in disbelief.

After deliberating in my heart for a long time, I finally plucked up the courage and stammered: "Sir... madam... madam has a fever, you, you better be patient..."

Hearing what Aunt Zhao said, Fu Wenyao laughed back angrily, with boundless anger surging in his deep eyes.

"What do you think I will do to her?"

Aunt Zhao's heart skipped a beat, she opened her mouth and finally felt embarrassed to speak out, sighed, and left the room with her head down.

How dare she say such a thing!

It's true, sir, my wife has a fever like that, why can't I be more patient.

Gu Xiaoman's pitiful look flashed in her mind, and Aunt Zhao sighed deeply, standing outside the door and shaking her head repeatedly.

"What's the matter? Monsieur doesn't want to have breakfast?"

Uncle Jiang's voice suddenly sounded in the corridor, and Aunt Zhao was startled, her eyes widened and she turned her head.

"That's not true, sir will have breakfast in the room."

"Then what's the matter with your sad face?"

Uncle Jiang glanced suspiciously at the closed door of the master bedroom, "Did you wake up Mister when you entered?"

"Sir, he didn't sleep at all."

Aunt Zhao pondered for a while, then took two steps in Uncle Zhao's direction, and said in a low voice, "Madam is already sick, no matter what you say, sir, you shouldn't..."

Uncle Jiang was stunned for a moment, and after understanding Aunt Zhao's meaning, he couldn't laugh or cry and said, "How could it be, Mister is not that kind of person."

Aunt Zhao glared at Uncle Jiang angrily, and said angrily, "It's not that kind of person, so why are Madam's eyes red from crying?"

Uncle Jiang: "..."

Aunt Zhao knew that she had made a slip of the tongue, and went downstairs angrily with a blushing face.

Uncle Jiang was stunned for two seconds, shook his head with a smile, and followed him downstairs.

Not long after the two left, the door opened "click" in the corridor, and Ding Chuchu came out of the room with a gloomy face.

Recalling the two people's address to Gu Xiaoman, Ding Chuchu gritted his teeth angrily, and dialed the phone with sullen eyebrows.

"Help me check Gu Xiaoman's marital status."

After hanging up the phone, she stared at the closed door of the master bedroom, as if she could see Gu Xiaoman lying on the big bed through the door.

Jealousy surged in his heart, Ding Chuchu was so angry that he wanted to rush into the room and throw that bitch Gu Xiaoman off the balcony.

Why did that bitch get what she had worked so hard for so many years, or even her entire life, so easily!
Why is she? !

Ding Chuchu suppressed the crazy jealousy in her heart, and clenched her fists tightly, "She wants to see, brother Yao, whether she will choose Gu Xiaoman, a bitch every time."