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The atmosphere at the table immediately turned into one of awkwardness. How could the mother and daughter pair, whose faces had been brimming with joy just a moment ago, still laugh after hearing this?

Lin Rong's face became even more unsightly, as he anxiously looked at Fu Zhao beside him, and then heard him say: "Alright, alright, let's eat, let's eat first …"

After greeting her twice, Fu Zhao patted her daughter's shoulder and said softly: — —

"Xiao Wen, don't worry. Your Auntie Lin is only thinking for your sake."

Fu Nuan knew that it was his father's joyous day today, so he could only endure the pain in his heart and didn't say anything more.

However, this time, there was no appetite.

Lin Sirou had also officially changed his name to Fu Sirou. When the servants of the Fu Family saw her, they all called her Miss Fu Er.

Three days later, Fu Sirou was picked up by a person sent by the Assistant Chen at the agreed time, and they arrived outside the HC Hotel.

"Miss Fu, please come in."

As if it had been arranged since a long time ago, Fu Sirou got off the car and was led by the waiter to the presidential suite on the top floor.

Although Fu Sirou was prepared, but... Thinking that the first time he came, he was brought into a hotel, and the other party was an old man he had never met, who was rumored to be disgusted by women, Fu Sirou felt uncomfortable all over.

"Is it the Miss Fu?"

Just as she entered the room, she heard a heavy voice. Fu Sirou endured the disgust in his heart and walked forward a few steps, only to see a person seated in front of the table by the window — —

The man with the uncle's figure.

"Rong …" President Rong? "

Even though the man had his back to him, Fu Sirou was still unwilling to let go of his thick and perfectly round body.

"Miss Fu, hello."

However, looking at her demonic smile at him, Fu Sirou was even more shocked.

He saw that there was actually a frightening scar on his face!

No matter how he looked at it, Fu Sirou could not look straight at it.

"You... Hello, President Rong. "

Hehe, what is Miss Fu standing there for?

Fu Sirou had already thought of retreating, but the man in front of her had already stood up and walked forward, a pig arm wrapped around her shoulders, not letting go at all.

"Miss Fu, since you're here, why don't you have a drink first?"

Fu Sirou, who had already been terrified, struggled to raise her head. When she saw the greasy face that was about to reach towards her, she immediately turned her head and jostled:

"No …" No need, President Rong. "

"Tsk tsk, look at these tender little hands."

Seeing the woman struggle free from his embrace, the greasy "President Rong" took the opportunity to pull her hands and rubbed them together.

Feeling the layers of trembling on his skin, Fu Sirou swallowed the nauseous feeling in his throat that was about to vomit. While forcefully withdrawing his palm, he forced out a smile.

"President Rong, I... I'm not feeling well today, sorry... "Then I'll be counting on you to manage my dad's company!"

With that, Fu Sirou did not think anymore, and anxiously ran out of the hotel, as if there was some evil being chasing after her.

Assistant Chen in the next room had seen everything clearly through the surveillance cameras. After seeing the woman leave the hotel in a hurry, Assistant Chen turned around with a face full of laughter.

"Not bad, your acting is becoming more and more experienced."

Patting the shoulder of the "President Rong" in front of him, Assistant Chen rubbed his chin, thinking that it was all his fault that he was too young and handsome, otherwise, he would still want to play 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, while giving a simple and honest smile. Obviously, he was different from that disgusting and greasy uncle just now.

He was indeed not some President Rong, but the President Rong driver.

Obviously, this was not the first time something like that had happened.

"However, was it too... A little wretched? "

Uncle Li was somewhat guilty of discrediting his boss, but he heard Assistant Chen wave his hand and said: "I don't, I don't, President Rong likes to be vulgar."

The last time he scared those women away, he had used the fiendish devil. This time … Un, the vulgar style is more suitable for the President Rong's style.