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

"What about Jiarong, didn't you come over together?"

Gu Xiaoman smiled at Du Mingyu in a distant yet polite way, "Deputy Director Zhao doesn't seem to have a good eye at night, maybe he hasn't found a parking space yet."

Thinking that Zhao Jiarong almost bumped into Gu Xiaoman just now, her quiet face became ugly, and she greeted Du Mingyu perfunctorily.

"President Du."

Hearing Gu Xiaoman's words, Du Mingyu frowned worriedly, "Jiarong's eyes are not good at night? Does she still drive?"

Du Mingyu misunderstood the point as expected, Gu Xiaoman curled his lips mockingly, "Yes, Deputy Director Zhao will be here later, please ask carefully, I'm a little hungry."

After the words fell, the door opened and guessed that it was Zhao Jiarong who had arrived, Gu Xiaoman was about to leave with a cold face, but was suddenly bumped on the shoulder.

She staggered a bit and put her hands on the back of the chair next to her to stabilize her body.

Shen Jing was not as lucky as she was, and fell to the carpet after being knocked down.

"Mingyu, look, the back of my hand was cut."

Zhao Jiarong glared at Gu Xiaoman fiercely, took Du Mingyu's arm, bit her lip and acted like a baby.

With a gloomy face, Gu Xiaoman helped the ugly Shen Jing up, and looked at Zhao Jiarong coldly.

"With such a large banquet hall, Deputy Director Zhao insists on going this way?"

Gu Xiaoman's face was expressionless, his whole body was cold and full of anger, and the colleagues who looked around were all tensed.

Thinking of Gu Xiaoman kicking and smashing the glass of her car before, and suddenly grasping Du Mingyu's arm, Zhao Jiarong suppressed the fear in his heart and looked up at Du Mingyu.

"Mingyu, my hand hurts so much."

Zhao Jiarong bit her lower lip, and raised the back of her bloody hand, her eyes were full of grievances.

Her eyes were covered with mist, and she looked forbearing, very pitiful.

Du Mingyu gave Gu Xiaoman a displeased look, but he didn't care about anything else, and pulled Zhao Jiarong to sit down on the chair next to him.

"How did you do it? Don't you know that the designer's hand is very important? How did you make so many cuts?"

Sensing the probing gazes of colleagues around her, Zhao Jiarong was very proud, and gave Gu Xiaoman a provocative look.

"Before I was downstairs, my car window was smashed by Gu Xiaoman, and the glass was scratched. That Porsche was given to me by my father, and I only drove it for the second time..."

The voice fell, and the people around understood it clearly.No wonder Deputy Director Zhao bumped into Gu Xiaoman. It turned out that Gu Xiaoman smashed his car window.

That's a Porsche, even if you are dissatisfied with Deputy Director Zhao, you can't smash his glass.

Moreover, according to the Deputy Director, he was still in the car at the time... What is Deputy Director Gu trying to do?

Thinking of this, everyone looked at Gu Xiaoman with condemnation in their eyes, and some people couldn't help but want to vent their anger on Zhao Jiarong.

"Deputy Director Gu, no matter how dissatisfied you are with Deputy Director Zhao, you can't smash the glass. You also cut the hand of Deputy Director Zhao. You are also a designer. You should know how important hands are to a designer. It's too vicious."

Gu Xiaoman glanced at her coldly, "Why don't you ask Deputy Director Zhao why I smashed her glass?"

The man flinched, glanced at Zhao Jiarong who was about to shrink into Du Mingyu's arms, a strange look flashed in his eyes, and he mustered up his courage to say something.

"What else could be the reason? You must be dissatisfied with your current position and want to be the director, so you hurt Deputy Director Zhao's hand on purpose."