Coming out of Ye Qingxuan's office, Fu Nuan's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.
A good vacation was interrupted, and I heard some inexplicable words.
Don't think about making it easier for someone tonight!
…
At about seven o'clock, Fu Nuan heard a voice from downstairs in his room, knowing that Rongyu was back.
Well, she has to stay cold today and can't be fooled by him easily.
Rong Yu entered the door, but his wife was not waiting for him in the living room, nor were his two children.
Upon seeing this, the servant said, "Sir, the children are playing in the back garden, madam... She doesn't seem to be in a good mood, and she stayed in the room after coming back and never came out."
Ok
The man's good-looking eyebrows frowned slightly, and he has a little mood again
He motioned to the servant to go busy, and then went upstairs.
Pushing open the door of the room, there was no woman in sight. When I walked to the bed, I saw a beautiful shadow standing on the balcony of the bedroom. A piece of clothing was slightly raised because of the wind.
He walked behind the woman, his powerful arms lightly wrapped around her waist, and buried his head between her neck.
"Why stay here?"
Rong Yu touched her cold hand, a little serious between her eyebrows, picked up the person without any explanation, and returned to the bedroom.
"What did you look like when you were studying for an MBA abroad?" No, the little woman asked nonchalantly.
"You are interested in this, eh?"
Fu Nuan nodded, looked curious, looked up at him, his slender fingers grabbed the corner of his clothes and gently tugged.
"Curious, I just want to know more about you. I heard that you did a lot of projects at that time. What kind of projects were they? With whom?"
Her eyes were shining brightly, showing curiosity and admiration for Professor Rong's past.
Men love face the most and enjoy the admiration of their own women even more.
But these words became an exception to Mr. Rong.
"There is nothing to say, it's all boring things, you won't be interested."
"Don't be like that, Professor Rong..."
Fu Nuan clung his hands on his neck, leaned against his arms, and said coquettishly: "Let's talk about it, husband~"
However, at this moment, a certain woman is secretly slandering, if she really lets her hear about Ye Qingxuan, he will be done!
The man was upset by her undoubted behavior, and smiled helplessly and put down the "koala" who was entangled with him.
If she keeps making trouble like this, he can't help but do something to her.
Someone really didn't realize it at all.
"Husband~"
"I don't remember, it's nothing special."
"Oh?"
Fu Nuan frowned, seemingly unbelieving.
I don't remember, heh, Guixin.
Looking at his appearance, it didn't seem to be deliberately perfunctory to piss off her.
"Mr. Rong doesn't look like a person with poor memory."
Rong Yu leaned closer, rubbed the tip of her nose, and chuckled lightly.
"Mrs. Rong seems to have something to say."
"Nothing."
Obviously she was here for questioning, but she was inexplicably guilty of being countered by a man like this.
No, why does she have a guilty conscience? The one who has a secret is Professor Rong who attracts bees and butterflies everywhere.
She stared at the man with translucent eyes, and said, "There's no other meaning, just to understand your past, and to understand how good my husband was before."
No matter when, flattering is always the most useful trick.
Even Professor Rong is not immune.
His fingers rolled up her hair intentionally or unintentionally, and he said calmly: "It's all small items, I don't care."
Fu Nuan let out an "Oh" and then asked, "What about the results? Did they win many awards?"
The man thought about it, and replied faintly: "Well, it's the number one every time."
"That..."
This time, without waiting for the woman to ask the question again, the man sealed her with a kiss and blocked all her voices.
But this time he just tried to stop, and when he let go of her, there was a hint of cunning in his eyes.
"Mrs. Rong, you have a lot of questions today."
"Uh… "
Fu Nuan tried to bring the topic back to what she wanted to know, such as Ye Qingxuan.
"Don't interrupt, I haven't finished asking."
She said sternly, her brain was running fast, thinking about how to ask to appear less deliberate.
"When you are working on a project, you should always have some impression of something or... people, right?"
Ok
Rong Yu squinted her eyes, with a sense of inquiry in her eyes.
There was something wrong with his wife Rong tonight. Not only was there many questions, but there were always words in the words, and every sentence was tentative.
"Who told you what?" The man's tone was very affirmative.
Her abnormality must have been affected by something.
Fu Nuan squeezed out an embarrassed smile, trying to conceal the past.
"No one said anything... Just want to understand your past. You know everything about my past. I am completely transparent in front of you..."
"Then tell me, what do you want to know about me?"
Men rebel against the object and control the overall situation.
He likes this feeling very much, but Fu Nuan...
I don't like it at all!
She thought depressed, why was this guy led by the nose again
"What does Mrs. Rong want to know? Love history?"
The man deliberately lengthened the last two words, making no secret of the joking in his words.
Love history!
The woman's eyes lit up, look, huh, she is indeed a male professor with a story.
So what is going on now? Finding that you can't keep hiding, decide to confess and be lenient, and self-confess
"Who wants to listen to your love history!"
Fu Nuan snorted, like a cat with fried hair, his face was full of resentment.
She was very upset.
Although she is the one who wants to ask, she is also the one who doesn't want to hear now. How could a man like Rong Yu not click on it
She tried to relieve herself, but the more she thought about it, the more depressed she became.
He is so good. Before her, there must be all kinds of women around him. She really doesn't believe him if there is no one that fascinates him.
But... what kind of woman can be in the eyes of Professor Rong
Fu Nuan made up for it on his own. At least he had to be white and beautiful with long legs. However, Professor Rong could not be so superficial. He had to be knowledgeable and capable. He could be his right-hand assistant in career and become his life. His good help...
Thinking about it carefully, a face came to her mind—
Ye Qingxuan.
A woman like her is in full compliance with Tolerance's mate selection criteria.
Thinking of what Ye Qingxuan said, and reminiscing about the years she and Rong Yu spent abroad... I really didn't feel happy.
The man looked at his wife's reaction amusedly, his voice low and hoarse: "I really don't want to listen?"
Fu Huan glared at him, daring to be really affectionate
"Say, who is it! Tell me honestly and spare your life!"
Fu Nuan stretched out his hand to strangle his "throat of fate", of course it was just a joke, and to him it was no different from tickling.
The man didn't move, let her choke, as long as she was happy.
"No."
Eh
Fu Nuan didn't recover for a while, the man's kiss lightly fell on her cheek.
"Little vinegar, no. There is no one, only you."