Fu Hanzheng caught the pillow, laughed happily, put the pillow down and said.

"The kids aren't home today, so you should get some rest. I'll come pick them up after get off work."

After all, she must have expended a lot of energy last night.

Gu Weiwei covered her head and remained silent, secretly vowing never to drink again.

That idiot Fu Shiqin, what kind of alcohol did he put in his restaurant that made her so drunk?

Fu Hanzheng slowly and deliberately put on his clothes. He was dressed in a sharp suit, and the cufflinks were still the same pair of star and moon cufflinks she had given him before.

Seeing that the person on the bed was covering their head and not speaking, he went around to the other side of the bed and spoke.

"I'm going to the company. You can sleep a little longer."

"Mmm," Gu Weiwei replied perfunctorily from under the covers.

"Have the kitchen make some stomach-soothing porridge. You drank alcohol last night, remember to drink it when you get up," Fu Hanzheng instructed.

"Okay, hurry up and go, hurry up and go," Gu Weiwei urged impatiently.

Fu Hanzheng chuckled, knowing she would react this way once she sobered up.

He leaned over, pulled back a corner of the blanket, and pulled her head out, then lowered his head and kissed her.

"Mrs. Fu, you were especially adorable last night."

"Moreover, maid outfits are very suitable."

...

If Gu Weiwei weren't physically exhausted, she would have yelled and started hitting someone.

Fu Hanzheng stopped when he knew when to stop, not daring to make her angry anymore. He reached out and rubbed her head as he spoke.

"I'm leaving."

Gu Weiwei only peeked out from under the covers after hearing the bedroom door close, and let out a long sigh of relief.

However, thinking about what she had done last night, she was so angry that she pounded the bed.

After getting over her anger, she couldn't get up, so she went back to sleep and slept until 1 p.m.

Yuan Meng was watching a TV series in the living room when she saw her come out, and a meaningful smile appeared on her face.

"He can still get up, his stamina is not bad."

Gu Weiwei glanced at her sideways, but didn't want to pay her any attention.

Yuan Meng chuckled mischievously, "Sailor uniform, maid outfit, or bunny girl? Having so much fun?"

"If you send me any more of this junk, I'm cutting ties with you!" Gu Weiwei said through gritted teeth.

Yuan Meng chuckled, "Don't worry, I definitely won't see you off."

Gu Weiwei calmed down a little after hearing this.

However, one sentence from her almost made her furious.

“I won’t deliver it. Fu Hanzheng will order it himself. He asked me for the phone number this morning,” Yuan Meng said with a smile.

Gu Weiwei grabbed a sofa cushion and threw it at him, "Are you going to die if you don't trick me? Are you even human?"

"No, it's good to be a devil."

Yuan Meng dodged the pillow attack and couldn't help but laugh when she saw how angry the other woman was.

Gu Weiwei took a few deep breaths, trying to tell herself not to get angry anymore.

However, Yuan Meng asked with amusement.

"I'm telling you, how much has Fu Hanzheng starved you usually? Look how fierce you were last night, you pinned him against the door as soon as you walked in..."

Gu Weiwei glared at her coldly, looking as if she was about to go to the kitchen to grab a knife and chop someone up the next second.

However, how much did this woman actually know last night?

He remembered that the house was well soundproofed, and she lived upstairs so she wouldn't hear anything.

However, it's clear that she knows far too much about what happened last night.

Yuan Meng raised her hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I won't say anymore. I left you some food, go eat, you need to replenish your energy..."

Gu Weiwei didn't want to be teased by her anymore, so she went straight to the restaurant to eat.

However, the thought of Yuan Meng saying that Fu Hanzheng had asked her for the phone number to order those clothes made her so angry that she gritted her teeth.

Sure enough, men are all big pigs.