The Professor's Husband Is Difficult To Please

Chapter 22: He is not my husband!

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"... ahem!"

In this awkward daze, a soft cough sounded at the door of the ward, which immediately interrupted the scene in the room.

When the nurse came forward with the thermometer, Rong Yu was already sitting on the chair next to the bed, with a face not red and heartbeat, but Fu Nuan gasped secretly.

Even the nurse leaned over to take her body temperature, but she didn't come back to his senses, but with hindsight, she heard the sound in her ears:

"Well, the fever has gone, you can go back to rest after finishing this bottle."

"Thank you."

Fu Nuan said thank you softly, and secretly let out a sigh of relief.

With that said, the nurse took another look at the bottle, and even the handsome and extraordinary man beside her for several times before she smiled at Fu Nuan enviously:

"This madam, you are really blessed. The husband of the evening has been here with you all the time. I can see that your husband and wife are in a very good relationship."

what? !

Fu Nuan shook his head instinctively, and explained: "No, no... he is not my husband."

Compared to her look anxious to deny, the man sitting next to her has his thin lips slightly raised: Husband, husband and wife? Well, it sounds good.

However, the nurse lady who smiled and shook her head was about to leave the ward, with a "I know everything" expression on her face, making Fu Nuan more speechless.

When the awkward silence in the ward was restored again, her heart was chaotic, and she dared not look at Rong and her body.

A few seconds later, she broke the silence: "Director Rong, I'm fine, you should go back and rest soon."

The woman concealedly pulled the quilt as if she wanted to hide herself, this little gesture of guilty conscience fell in the eyes of the man, and it was clear at a glance.

Rong Yu saw this little action in her eyes, enduring a laugh in her heart, but deliberately mocking her face: "Why, you want to drive me away after you use it?"

Suddenly, Fu Nuan was taken aback: Use it? How can this be called utilization!

He retorted in a hurry, "Obviously you wanted to send me to the hospital..."

In the end, realizing that speaking too "truth" would irritate the big man, Fu Nuan immediately stopped talking, and squeezed an awkward smile, lowered his head to avoid the man's bright gaze, and rolled his eyes with embarrassment.

The man slowly got up, already returning to his serious and serious look, and even said in a somewhat commanding tone:

"You will have a good rest here tonight, and I will allow you to take a day off tomorrow."

On vacation

Just when Fu Nuan wanted to say something more, the person directly blocked all her rhetoric with a single sentence—

"I don't want to see a teacher attending class with illness."

Leaning over and staring, Fu Nuan nodded in response, "Oh."

However, just when Fu Nuan thought the man was going to leave, he saw him approaching and closing the door, and after carefully checking the speed of the drip on the bottle, he sat back in his original position again.

He still held the previous document in his hand, looking through it leisurely.

It seems that he is going to keep guarding her tonight.

Under the soft light, Fu Nuan’s sleepiness gradually hit, and the quiet surroundings gave birth to her drowsiness. In the chaos, she still thought that when she had to pick a lot of people after she returned to school, she would go to the grove to see if it was what happened…

And this night, because someone was guarding her, she slept very peacefully and sweetly, without even a dream.

Early the next morning.

Fu Nuan became ill, and the chair beside him was empty.

Rong Yu... is gone

She hadn't been a bit unconscious yet, and she swept around the ward in a daze. Before she had time to react, she heard a knock on the door.

I saw a simple and honest uncle walked in from the door. He was getting old, his temples were dyed with white hair, but there was an old scar on his face, which made the whole face look a little abrupt, but the look on his face was very gentle. .

"Hello, Miss Fu, I'm Mr. Rong's driver, Uncle Li."

Listening to this, Fu Nuan paused in her heart, thinking that Rongyu had a driver, and she had to be a free driver for a week before, so she was clearly rectifying her.

Before she could return to her mind, Uncle Li had already put the porridge in her hand on the bedside cupboard, and said with a smile: "This is the breakfast Mr. Rong asked me to buy for you."

"..."

Fu Nuan didn't expect Rong Youhui to be so thoughtful, and he even asked his driver to prepare breakfast for himself. At this moment, he felt a little warm and smiled and thanked him.

"thank you."

"Miss Fu, you are welcome, Mr. Rong cares about you."

Uncle Li upholds the practice of putting gold on the face of his own president. After all, it is rare for a woman to make President Rong so caring.

After hearing this, Fu Nuan smiled, thinking that this uncle might have misunderstood her relationship with Rong Yu

Just as she was about to explain, the phone in her bag buzzed, she turned around and took a look at it. It was Fu Srou who called.

Thinking of the conversation with Fu Siro before, Fu Nuan's heart darkened, and her expression became cold.

I don’t want to, as soon as I got on the phone, a cry came in my ear—

"Sister, I was wrong before, and I know I shouldn't beg you to help me! I... I'm going to beat the child!"