The atmosphere at the dinner table suddenly solidified into embarrassment, and the mother and daughter, whose faces were still full of joy just now, couldn't even laugh after hearing this.
Lin Rong's expression was even more ugly. He glanced at Fu Zhao next to him nervously, and then heard him say: "Okay, let's eat, eat first..."
After greeted twice, Fu Zhao tapped his daughter on the shoulder and said softly—
"Xiao Nuan, don't worry, your Aunt Lin is also thinking about you."
Fu Nuan knew what to say today, it was also a happy day for his father, so he could only endure the sourness in his heart and stop talking.
It's just this meal, but I don't have any appetite anymore.
…
The Lin family’s mother and daughter moved into Fu’s house just right, and Lin Sirou officially changed her name to Fu Sirou. When the servants of the Fu family saw her, they called her the second Miss Fu.
Three days later, Fu Sirou was picked up by the person sent by Assistant Chen according to the previously agreed time, and arrived outside the HC Hotel all the way.
"Miss Fu, please come inside."
As if it had been arranged early in the morning, Fu Sirou got off the car and was taken to the presidential suite on the top floor by the waiter.
Although Fu Siro was ready, but... thinking that the first time she came, she was taken into the hotel, and the other party was an old man who had never met before and was said to be a disgusting woman. Fu Siro felt uncomfortable.
"Is Miss Fu here?"
As soon as she walked into the room, she heard a heavy voice sound, and Fu Srou took a few steps with the nausea in her heart, only then saw a—at the wine table by the window—
A man with an uncle's stature.
"Rong... President Rong?"
It was the man with his back on his back, Fu Sirou was also reluctant to be reluctant by the round and thick body.
"Miss Fu, how are you."
However, looking at the face that turned around holding a wine glass and smiled at him evilly, it surprised Fu Sirou even more.
I saw that face full of fleshy flesh, there was a scary scar!
No matter how she looked, Fu Siro couldn't look directly.
"You... Hello, President Rong."
"Hehe, what is Miss Fu standing there, come and sit down."
Fu Sirou had already retreated in her heart, but the man in front of him had already stood up, and a salty pig's hand was actually holding her shoulders.
"Miss Fu, since it's here, let's have a drink first, right?"
The already terrified Fu Sirou struggled and raised her head, and when she met the greasy face, she was about to move towards her. The woman suddenly turned her head and shoved:
"No... No need, President Rong."
"Tsk tsk, see how tender these little hands are."
Seeing the woman break free from her embrace, the greasy "General Rong" took her hands and rubbed her hands continuously.
Feeling the layers of trembling on the skin, Fu Sirou swallowed the nausea that was about to vomit in her throat and eyes, and pulled her palm back with force, while squeezing out a smile that couldn't be more reluctant.
"President Rong, I... I feel a little sick today, sorry... Then my father's company will ask you!"
Having said that, Fu Siro didn't think much about it, and ran out of the hotel uneasy, as if there was something wicked chasing her behind.
Assistant Chen in the next room can see everything clearly through the surveillance. After watching the woman leave the hotel in a hurry, Assistant Chen turned around with a smile on his face, and saw the "Mr. Rong" who had just opened the door and came in. .
"Yes, the acting is getting more and more sophisticated."
Patting the shoulder of "Mr. Rong" in front of him, Assistant Chen touched his chin, thinking to blame himself for being too young and handsome, otherwise he would also like to have fun with this kind of thing.
"Hehe... Assistant Chen, don't joke with me."
"President Rong" took out his black-rimmed glasses and put them back on, and smiled honestly, obviously not the same as the disgusting and greasy uncle just now.
He is indeed not President Rong, but Uncle Rong's driver.
Obviously, this is not the first time that kind of thing happened.
"But, did I just make Director Rong too... nasty?"
Uncle Li asked a little guiltily about his practice of discrediting the image of the boss, but he listened to Assistant Chen waved his hand and said, "No, no, Mr. Rong likes wretched ones."
The last time I scared those women away, I used the fierce and evil type. This time... Well, the wretched type is more suitable for Rong Zong's style of painting.