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

Hearing this, Fu Wenyao paused, and when Du Mingyu was waiting for him to speak, he strode away from the banquet hall.

Du Mingyu sighed deeply, and frowned.

Last year, the headquarters planned to cooperate with Fu's. Although the plan has not yet been implemented, judging from Fu's status in the country, cooperation is a matter of time.

Recently, he was racking his brains to figure out how to get on the line with Fu Shi, but he never expected that he would meet Fu Shi's president, who is so unpredictable.

It never occurred to him that he would almost offend the other party as soon as they met.

Thinking of Zhao Jiarong and Cui Xiaojiao who were taken away by the police, he rubbed his eyebrows with a headache, and told the secretary next to him: "I have to leave beforehand, first say hello to the HR department, and ask Gu Xiaoman for two days off."

The voice fell, and a group of uniformed waiters walked in from outside the hall.

"Mr. Du, this place needs to be cleaned again. Mr. Fu has booked a VIP banquet hall for you, please follow me."

Everyone followed the waiter all the way into the elevator with blank faces. Du Mingyu's eyebrows twitched when he saw the waiter press the button on the 33rd floor.

Above the 26th floor is Kaidan’s VIP banquet hall, and above the 33rd floor is the supreme VIP, which not only needs to be reserved in advance, but also exists that even rich people may not be able to step into.

Du Mingyu was also lucky enough to come in once when the AG headquarters came to Ningcheng for a banquet. In addition to dining, the banquet hall is also equipped with entertainment equipment, and there is even an extended suspended swimming pool. It is luxurious and extravagant. The price for one night is eight people. number.

Mr. Fu actually thinks so highly of Fu Xiaoman...

"Ding……"

The elevator door opened, and the exquisite and luxurious decoration came into view. The people in the design department opened their eyes wide in shock, and numbly followed the waiter to the banquet hall.

My heart is full of shit, shit...

……

Unaware that because of their own reasons, the people in the design department saw the extravagance at the top of the food chain tonight.

Afraid of being recognized by others, Gu Xiaoman rubbed his face sideways into Fu Wenyao's arms, wishing he could bury his face in it.

Accidentally rubbing off the collar of Fu Wenyao's shirt, their skins touched each other, their bodies trembled, and the sensation of touch spread to all their limbs. After realizing what he had done, Gu Xiaoman's cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

The smooth and tender feeling on the chest continued to magnify, and the hot body temperature burned all the way into the heart through the skin. Fu Wenyao's mouth was inexplicably dry, and the blood all over his body was very agitated.

"Don't move."

A hoarse and uncompromising voice rang in his ears, Gu Xiaoman blushed and nodded, not daring to move again.

The sound of a strong heartbeat hit her eardrums through her clothes, breaking into her tightly closed atrium with a crushing momentum, causing ripples.

Fortunately, Fu Wenyao had already walked to the side of the car, bent down and put her on the back seat.

As soon as it was put down, Gu Xiaoman immediately moved inside, put his hands on his knees, his back was straight, as obedient as he could be.

Looking at Gu Xiaoman who was sitting obediently in the corner, Fu Wenyao followed into the car with deep black eyes.

"Go back to Bishui Bay."

Gu Xiaoman was stunned for a moment, then suddenly came back to his senses, and said after deliberation: "Mr. Fu..."

Turning his head to meet Fu Wenyao's deep eyes, the second half of the sentence was on the tip of his tongue, inexplicably unable to speak.

Fu Wenyao looked at her swollen ankle, and said with an undeniable domineering tone, "Your injury needs to be dealt with."

Gu Xiaoman: "..." Then why not go to the hospital?