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

Chapter 275 Do You Think Everyone Is Like You?

Fu Wenyao was very close, and the clear woody fragrance surrounded him domineeringly, Gu Xiaoman moved unnaturally.

"She's still waiting for you downstairs."

Fu Wenyao looked at her deeply, and smiled suddenly, with a hint of mockery in his cold voice: "Gu Xiaoman..."

Gu Xiaoman's eyelids trembled, her mandible was suddenly pinched, she was forced to raise her head and meet Fu Wenyao's eyes, and immediately fell into the deep vortex in the man's eyes.

"Do you think everyone is like you?"

After the words fell, Fu Wenyao shook off his hand fiercely, turned around, and left quickly.

When the door slammed, Gu Xiaoman lowered his eyelids and curled his lips mockingly.

The hand hanging by her side was tightly clenched, with sharp nails embedded in her palm, she frowned in pain, and walked to the French window with a pale face.

Under the dim light, the woman followed the man to the parking lot, the elongated shadows swayed and overlapped, intimate and lingering.

Gu Xiaoman hooked his lips mockingly, and was about to look away when Ding Chuchu suddenly raised his head, and Gu Xiaoman met her eyes unexpectedly.

Seeing the figure reflected on the curtain, Ding Chuchu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly curled his lips into a provocative smile.

Gu Xiaoman pursed his lips, turned and left the French window.

Not long after, the hum of a car engine sounded downstairs, and the sound was fleeting, and the room was completely silent.

Gu Xiaoman pressed the center of his eyebrows tiredly, got up and went to the bathroom.

After washing up, she didn't feel sleepy at all, so she simply turned on the computer and continued her work during the day.

Judging from the last meeting with Shao Yuxing, Shao Yuxing's project may be delayed for a long time, and she can only be prepared for a protracted battle.

In order not to affect the project at hand, she still handles the project at hand first, and then grinds slowly with Shao Yuxing.

Finally finishing the work in hand, Gu Xiaoman stretched her waist, glanced at the time, saw that it was already two o'clock in the morning, she opened her eyes wide in astonishment.

After closing the computer, she yawned and walked towards the big bed.

When passing by the floor-to-ceiling windows, Gu Xiaoman paused and looked sideways towards the direction of the parking lot.

The downstairs was empty and very quiet.

Ding Chuchu's provocative smile flashed in front of her eyes, and her heart was inexplicably sour. She looked away mockingly, turned and lay down on the bed.

……

hospital.

Ding Chuchu looked at the closed door of the operating room with red eyes, and the tips of her fingers turned white.

"Brother Yao, Mama Zhang will be fine, right?"

There was a clear cry in her tone, and she couldn't help shaking all over.

Fu Wenyao frowned, raised his head and rubbed the top of her hair, and said softly, "The doctor will do his best."

Ding Chuchu whimpered, and suddenly stretched out his arms to hug Fu Wenyao's waist, pressing his small face against his lower abdomen, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Brother Yao, in case Zhang Ma... In Ningcheng, I really, only you are the only one close to me."

Fu Wenyao resisted the urge to push her away, frowning.

Five years ago, also in the hospital, Ding Chuchu cried into tears in front of his hospital bed, and said the same sentence out of breath.

"Brother Yao, in Ningcheng...I only have you as a relative..."

Twirling the fingers in his pocket, Fu Wenyao pursed his thin lips, and his brows furrowed even tighter.

"Crack."

The door of the operating room was suddenly pushed open, and the doctor hurried out of the operating room.

Ding Chuchu held Fu Wenyao's hand tightly, let go of him reluctantly, and stood up suddenly.

"Doctor, how is she?"