"You are the eldest lady of the Fu family, my sister, how dare I."
Fu Sirou smiled unsmilingly and walked two steps towards Fu Nuan, and then put her smile away.
There are only two of them here, and she no longer pretends to be polite.
Fu Sirou lowered her voice, and then gritted her teeth every word: "This time you are lucky."
lucky
Fu Nuan sneered, and logically understood the meaning of Fu Siro's words as someone who was jealous of her for marrying a husband who was not ugly and had a big business.
She curled her lips and sneered, "It's not thanks to you. If you hadn't deliberately set up the situation, I really couldn't marry such a good husband."
Hearing this, Fu Sirou's face was pale with anger.
Fu Nuan knew that she was caring about this in her heart, and deliberately satirized her. At the same time, she wanted to let her know a little bit of proportion and restrain it in the future.
The woman lowered her eyes and said coldly: "I know all the things you do secretly. I just don't want to care about some things with you. After all, I have to take care of the face of the whole Fu family, but this does not mean that I will always indulge or I'm afraid of you. You planned my marriage before, and I knew about the high heels that broke off at the wedding."
Fu Silou avoided the woman's sharp gaze, dared not look at her, and said with a guilty heart: "I... I don't know what you are talking about."
Fu Nuan stretched out her hands and smiled indifferently. She didn't expect Fu Siro to admit it anyway. She just warned in a mocking tone: "Put away your boring tricks. You don't want to make your father sad and take care of his face if you don't reveal it. But I tell you, if you want to continue to be your second Miss Fu in this home, you must know how to keep yourself safe."
"I'm married now, and you will be the only lady in this family from now on. As long as you don't die by yourself, I won't be embarrassed with you. But if you are still unsatisfied and not satisfied with the status quo, then go and watch some books. What does not belong to you... I promise you will lose everything you have now."
What Fu Nuan meant was not only to warn Fu Sirou not to do anything more, but also to imply that she should not move her mind to people who shouldn't.
From the moment he entered the door, Fu Siro had been loyal to her content and made no secret of it. How can I say that Fu Nuan is also Rongyu's wife now, Mrs. Rong, how can other women hook up her husband like this in front of her.
Fu Sirou listened, did not speak, and gradually clenched her hands hanging beside her, almost all her nails embedded in her palms.
She was not reconciled. She was not inferior to Fu Nuan. Why did Fu Nuan live so well, born in Fu's family and married to Rongyou.
But... At the dinner table, Rong Yu's attitude towards Fu Nuan and her was totally different.
Fu Sirou knew that he would not have any advantage in such a head-on, and it seemed that he had to find other ways to get close to Rongyou.
Mrs. Rong's position, Fu Nuan simply didn't deserve it, and she must take back the position that should belong to her.
Seeing that Fu Siro didn't respond, Fu Nuan ignored him and walked out of the room with the jewelry box.
After passing the study, I saw my father standing at the door, looking towards her, as if he had something to say to her.
Seeing her father's expression, she also guessed what was going on.
"That... warm..."
After hesitating for a long time, although Fu Zhao was embarrassed, he still had to say something: "On the dining table, the land project my father mentioned... I am really optimistic about this project, but financially... You are now Mr. Rong’s wife. Now, can you help Dad and talk to Mr. Rong again when I go back? The profit is definitely very impressive. It would be great if the Rong Group’s financial support can achieve a win-win situation."
Fu Nuan's eyes darkened. For the first time in her life, she felt that such a father made her a little strange, and she was indeed a little bit uncomfortable in her heart.
Although from the beginning of agreeing to marry, I knew I was unavoidable of this fate...
But at this time, she felt like she was being used again.
"What's wrong with Nuannuan?" Fu Zhao realized something was wrong with her.
"It's okay." Fu Nuan sorted out his emotions, barely squeezed out a smile, nodded and said: "I will try my best, but I can't control the decision of tolerance."
At the dinner table, Rong Yu had clearly rejected his father. He must have his own considerations. Fu Nuan was really not sure whether he could persuade him.
…
A few minutes later, Rong Yu saw Fu Nuan and Fu Zhao coming downstairs together. Seeing that the woman's expression was a little strange, he saw it in his eyes and guessed the reason.
When the two left, Fu Zhao escorted them to the door and saw the car driving away before turning back.
Inside the car.
Fu Nuan kept lowering his head in silence, thinking about how to tell Rong Yu about this.
She has never participated in this business matter. Besides... Even if she speaks, Rong You will not necessarily agree.
Rong Yu squinted at the thoughtful woman. He had seen her thoughts a long time ago, but he wanted to see what she was going to do.
Silent all the way until back to the villa.
Half an hour later, Rong Yu came out of the bathroom, wearing a black bathrobe, picked up the book on the table and sat on the bed, flipping through it casually.
Fu Nuan looked at the man's expression for a while, then lowered his head to hesitate.
After thinking about it, she chose to use a stupid way... I hope it works.
The woman opened the closet door, took a pajama and the box she had placed deep in the closet. She had never opened the box, and looked back at Rongyou with a guilty conscience.
Seeing that he hadn't noticed himself, Fu Nuan breathed a sigh of relief, and fleeing into the bathroom with something.
The man raised his eyes, his narrow eyes staring at the bathroom door, his eyes secretive.
Entering the bathroom, Fu Nuan turned on the shower, trying to make the sound of water cover her tension at the moment.
She opened the box and looked carefully at the pajamas she was holding in her hand and the bottle in the box... "things".
These were given to her by Chen Yinyin when she got married. At that time, she mysteriously said that it was something that would increase the interest between husband and wife. Fu Nuan just listened to it as a joke.
But now it seems... Well, the texture of this pajama is really light and breathable, with lace, low neckline and exposed waist and abdomen, which is sexy and attractive.
Fu Nuan had never worn such pajamas, and she secretly made up her mind with the bottle of incense in her hand that was known to be flirting.
After taking a shower, the woman changed into her sexy pajamas, opened the cap of the aromatherapy bottle, sprayed some on her body, and then took a deep breath and made enough mental preparations before she opened the door and walked out.
When she walked to the bed, she regretted it. She really doesn’t take the initiative, so ashamed...
Rong Yu leaned on the bed and flipped through the book. Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his eyes and glanced at the approaching woman, frowning.
Dressed like this, are you intending to be seductive