The next day.
Fu Nuan spent the whole night thinking about picking up someone to work this morning, and set three alarm clocks in one breath.
She just didn't wait for the alarm clock to wake her, she couldn't fall asleep anymore, and simply got up early.
When she was stuck with two dark circles under her eyes and stuck in time, she appeared at the gate of Jingyuan punctually, and she saw a handsome and handsome man outside the entrance of the apartment.
A few steps away, Rong Yu stood in place and watched the amethyst Cayenne slowly stop in front of him. He raised half of his eyebrows and said: "It's on time."
There is not a lot of punctuality, and a second is not too much.
"Heh... I have to do it at the request of the superior. Didn't you say you want me to be on time at 8 o'clock?"
With a dry laugh, she deliberately bit the words "on time at eight o'clock", Fu Nuan couldn't help but muttered in her heart as she watched the man get into the car.
I'll come to have breakfast with you in advance or chat.
After watching the man fasten his seat belt from the corner of his eye, Fu Nuan forced herself not to pay attention to his exaggerated hands. He squeezed the steering wheel under his palms and drove on the road.
However, all the little movements of her hands fell into Rong Yu's eyes. He likes to watch her as she is obviously nervous, but pretending to be indifferent.
After another wordless journey, Fu Nuan struggled through the "long" twenty minutes, and then stopped half a street away from the entrance of Lu's gate.
"Ahem... Director Rong, what about that, can you get out of the car?"
Fu Nuan glanced guiltily at the silent man next to him, and lowered his voice unconsciously as he talked about it, but looked down upon himself for the lack of confidence in his heart.
"What do you mean?"
Hearing the sound, the man didn't show the slightest surprise, but he asked calmly.
But Fu Nuan's heart was: Are you still embarrassed to ask
"If the car drives in directly, it will have a bad effect, right?"
At this time, the woman was a little more confident.
"Influence? What influence does Teacher Fu Nuan mean?"
"..."
Fu Nuan was speechless when asked by this question, and thought: When co-authoring is a guilty conscience, nothing is the same as others
In the end, unable to bear the awkward silence, she gritted her teeth and said toughly: "Director Lao, you will get off here from here and walk in."
The last three words were gnashed by Fu Nuan, and Rong Yu wondered if she had bitten off her tongue.
With a cold face on the man's face, he hooked a threatening smile and approached: "You want me to walk?"
Shrinking his head by the enthusiasm in his ears, Fu Nuan's panicked eyes wandered, but he said in his heart: Are Professor Rong's feet made of gold? What will happen if you take two steps
However, she didn't have the guts to say this.
The atmosphere in the car was so stalemate, until Fu Nuan felt that the tip of his nose was sweating, and then he heard a chuckle from the man in his ear.
She raised her eyes subconsciously, and saw that the man's expression was full of mockery, and his eyes were full of elusive playfulness. She glanced at her slowly, meeting the woman's eyes, and his thin lips lightly—
"Only people with a guilty conscience dare not see the light."
Fu Nuan: "..."
She bit her lip and was so depressed that she couldn't breathe.
"Don't drive in yet."
Listening to the indifferent command from the man beside him, Fu Nuan thought: Did you really use her as a driver
So, five minutes later.
Lu Da quickly spread an explosive news—
The newly-arrived, high-quality, high-educated professor came to work in Teacher Fu Nuan's car!
…
When Fu Nuan returned to the office with all kinds of gazes projected from his head, the surrounding discussion still did not stop.
Even after seeing her, An Zhu immediately jumped up from the teacher's discussion circle and laughed teasingly: "Hey, what's the matter with our gold medal director?"
Fu Nuan was taken aback when he heard the sound, "Gold Medal?"
"A man who exudes gold all over, isn't he a gold medal?"
In the end, Fu Nuan's glamorous eyes cast, seeing Fu Nuan speechless, and points helplessly shook his head: "I met on the road and took a ride. I'm the director. I can't pretend I didn't see it, right?"
Of course Anzhu was not satisfied with such a boring answer, and wanted to ask more questions, but the class bell rang at this time.
Fu Nuan immediately gave her a look that stopped gossiping, holding the textbooks and lesson plans, got up and walked to the teaching building.
In the Chinese language class, Fu Nuan made a routine roll call before the class.
"Yao Shujia."
"..."
Seeing no response, she quickly looked up at the students sitting in the classroom, and when she mentioned Yao Shujia, she thought of the last threatening letter.
No one came today. Did something happen