The Professor's Husband Is Difficult To Please

Chapter 31: When can I meet President Rong?

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Listening to this, Rong Yu just smiled faintly, and vomited with thin lips, "Is that right, your illusion."

Fu Nuan met his casual look, always feeling that this man was not easy.

Rong Yu didn't pay much attention to her probing gaze, and turned to open the car door.

"Let's go, I'll take you back."

Fu Nuan looked at the disapproving look on his face, then turned his gaze away a bit, and refused:

"No, thank you, I will drive back by myself."

When the words fell, she turned and walked quickly toward her parking space without waiting for the man to say anything.

I thought that tomorrow I would go to sign a prenuptial agreement, no matter what kind of character the legendary President Rong was, he would be her future husband.

Now that she has made this decision, she should not have had close contact with other men... from now on.

Especially, tolerance.

The darkness was deep, the man watched the woman's fading back for a while, a bit of evil flashed in his flickering eyes, and the corners of his mouth were gradually deepened with an arc of laughter.

He originally wanted to tell her tonight about his identity, but looking at the petite figure at the moment, he seemed to think that things were getting more and more fun.

The next day, Fu Nuan arrived outside the HC Hotel on time according to the address sent by Assistant Chen.

She was doing her final psychological struggle in the car. When she was about to get out of the car, the mobile phone in her bag rang, which was her father's phone.

"Dad..."

"Xiao Nuan, are you really thinking about it?"

On the other end of the phone, Fu Zhao's voice was still worried. After listening to this, Fu Nuan bit her lip, firmed her mind, and said with certainty:

"I'm already at the hotel."

The implication is that there is no turning back.

Fu Zhao was silent on the other end of the phone, and in the end Fu Nuan hung up the phone first, and then got out of the car decisively, not giving himself any time to hesitate.

Fu Nuan walked into the reserved room and waited quietly inside, but under his seemingly calm face, there was always a nervous heart.

until-

"Boom boom boom."

There was a knock on the door, and Fu Nuan got up to open the door. There was a man standing at the entrance with a briefcase in his hand. He looked very gentle, unlike the legendary "soul and evil".

She was stunned, and nodded instinctively, "Hello."

The man smiled gently, "Hello, Miss Fu, please don't get me wrong, I am not Rong Zong. I am Rong Zong's assistant, my last name is Chen."

Listening to this, Fu Nuan was in a daze, and inexplicably relieved, swallowing the dryness in his throat.

"Oh, Hello."

The two were seated at the table again, Assistant Chen handed over a prenuptial agreement, and said in an official manner: "Miss Fu, take a look. If you have any objections, you can raise it at any time."

Fu Nuan stared at the striking "Prenuptial Agreement" on the cover of the document. He hesitated for a moment, but didn't take it immediately.

Assistant Chen replied and spoke slowly: "Ms. Fu seems to be reluctant? Mr. Rong has said that if Ms. Fu is not willing, he can say it. Mr. Rong doesn't like the hardships of others."

Hearing this, Fu Nuan frowned and looked at it with doubts, "I'm not unwilling... I'm just thinking, when will I see President Rong?"

Hearing the sound, Assistant Chen didn't change his face, and replied with a smile: "Mr. Rong recently went abroad on a business trip, but he will be back before the wedding."

"wedding?"

Fu Nuan was shocked when she heard these two words.

"Yes, the wedding will be prepared after the prenuptial agreement is signed. President Rong is a very traditional man."

So... Is she going to see her husband at the wedding

Her faint gaze fell on the prenuptial agreement on the table, as if... She has nothing to care about, only two words that can't be understated—

"I sign."

On the white paper and black letters, Fu Nuan wrote her name on the woman’s signature, and her eyes swept across the blank space of the man’s signature...