"Nuan Nuan, how are these years?"
Tang Yao looked at Fu Nuan, who was both familiar and somewhat unfamiliar. The smile on his face remained undiminished, but his eyes were darkened.
She has matured a lot and is no longer the same girl who laughed and made noises.
Although he has not been in China for the past ten years, there has been contact between the two. Fu Nuan will also tell him about some things, including talking about boyfriends and... getting married.
Yes, his Nuan Nuan is already someone else's wife.
"Very good!" Fu Nuan held his chin with one hand, looked at him intently, and complained: "You didn't know to come back to see me for so many years. Even if I invited you when I got married, neither did you nor your uncle. come back… "
Tang Yao's lips were plated with a somewhat imperceptible coldness, but only for a moment, he returned to his usual gentle smile, rubbing her hair fondly, but did not face her complaints about his absence from the wedding.
When he heard the news that she was getting married, his inner emotions were very complicated.
I found an excuse to shirk and said that I could not go back to China, but only sent her a wedding gift.
"How is he treating you?"
He, naturally, refers to her husband.
"It's pretty good... Brother, all these years... Why don't you come back?"
"Dad is used to being abroad. He said that returning to Rongcheng always reminds him of the old things, which only adds to the sadness."
Fu Nuan understood what those sad old things were, and sighed to herself, "It's been ten years since I blinked my eyes. I miss the days when we lived under the same roof. You and me, uncle, grandfather, and... mother."
"Brother, how long do you plan to stay here this time?"
"I won't leave for now."
"Really?"
Seeing the bright color in Fu Nuan's eyes, Tang Yao frowned slightly.
He came back this time to investigate some things that year, but there is no definite news yet.
There are some things that he doesn't intend to let her know for the time being.
If possible, he hoped that she would be carefree for the rest of her life.
"It's hard to come back once, and I want to take a good look at the city. Of course, I have to stay longer."
The two hadn't seen each other for many years, but they hadn't seen any strangeness at all.
…
"Brother, I am really happy to see you today." Fu Nuan got up and smiled.
"me too."
Tang Yao still had a gentle smile on his face, he couldn't help but stretched out his hand and rubbed her hair, which caused someone to complain in a low voice.
"Brother, why do you touch my head like a puppy every time? I'm so old..."
"No matter how old she is, she is my sister."
The two walked out of the restaurant together, Tang Yao asked her: "Where do you live? I will take you back."
"No, I'll just call a car."
Fu Nuan insisted that he didn't send it away, and the car arrived after a while. She turned and waved at him, opened the door and got in the car.
Looking at her back, Tang Yao suddenly remembered something.
"Warm."
"Ok?"
Fu Nuan paused and looked back at him suspiciously.
"I sent you a message the day I just came back."
news
She has not received any text messages...
Tang Yao saw the confusion in the woman's eyes, smiled faintly, and said, "It's okay, it's not important news. I just want to see you. I've seen it now."
"Sorry, brother. I didn't see your news, maybe... the phone is broken?"
"It's okay, don't have to say sorry to me. It's late, go back."
Watching the woman get into the car and leave, the man's brown-black pupils gradually dimmed.
…
villa.
It was almost nine o'clock when I went back. Fu Nuan originally thought that Rong had socializing with tonight, and he probably hadn't returned home by this time, but saw the servant coming down upstairs with a teacup—
"Mr. is back?"
The butler nodded and said, "I've been back for a while, and I'm in the bedroom now."
Fu Nuan went upstairs and went back to the bedroom. She was in a good mood today, not only because of seeing Brother Tang Yao, but also because of Rongyu's socializing, which seemed not as complicated as she thought, and she came back quite early.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Rong Yu raised his eyes and looked at the door.
"I'm back." The man replied lightly. Seeing Fu Nuan's eyebrows, there was no concealment of interest. It seemed that she was in a good mood, but she didn't ask where she went and what she did.
One is that she doesn't want to interfere with her freedom, and the other is that she knows her temperament, even if he doesn't ask, she can't help but share it with him.
"Ok."
Fu Nuan walked to him, rarely took the initiative to get close to him, and sat on the side of the bed and rubbed him in his arms.
"I just went to see my brother and he is back."
Hearing the rising tail of the little woman in her arms can tell how happy she is.
Rong Yu narrowed his eyes slightly, "You still have a brother?"
"Right." Fu Nuan nodded. These years, his uncle and his family were not in the country, so it is not surprising that Rongyou doesn't know.
"It's my uncle's son. Although my uncle was adopted by my grandfather, they are my closest relatives to me."
Seeing whether to speak or not, Fu Nuan said again: "After my mother passed away, the uncle's family went abroad."
The woman in her arms talked about the past, without noticing the man holding her, her complexion gradually turned gloomy.
Adopted... Isn't it just not blood related
"By the way, my brother said he would like to meet you if it is convenient. He didn't come back when we got married, and I want you to see him too."
"Your brother, what's your name?"
"He takes my grandfather's surname, his surname is Tang, and his name is Tang Yao."
After speaking, Fu Nuan didn't care too much, withdrew from the man's arms, took his pajamas and went to the bathroom.
And Rong Yu, his face was sinking with a hint of gloomy bird.
Tang Yao was the man who messaged her that day.
…
Half an hour later, Fu Nuan came out of the bathroom and wiped the washed wet hair with a towel. Seeing Rongyu sitting on the edge of the bed, his fingers tapped on the laptop keyboard.
Still working so late
The big presidents are so hard, and she can't relax.
Seeing the documents and materials on the desk, Fu Nuan walked over and sat down and began to sort them out.
The content of these materials, some of them are obscure to her.
This is the first time that she regretted that she didn't learn more about finance and business, otherwise she wouldn't have such a headache now.
At first, she could barely understand those, but the more she went to the back, the more she felt in the mist, she looked at the man sitting on the bedside for help, seeing that he was working hard, and didn't want to disturb him.
It seems... He said very little tonight, is he so "good"
She sighed and murmured in a low voice: "It's too difficult! How can it be more difficult than preparing lessons and writing lesson plans..."
Hearing this, Rong Yu stopped working and looked at her.
Fu Nuan rolled his eyes, thinking about such a difficult thing, or he should ask the ready-made "teacher" for advice.
There is an old saying: quick and easy to learn, not ashamed to ask.
Uh... Well, it doesn't seem appropriate to use it between her and Rong Yu, but it's always right to ask for advice humbly.
Holding the file in her hand, the woman went to bed, leaned against her husband, and said softly, "Mr. Rong~"