C101

When it was time to get off work, Fu Nuan saw that the CEO did not have any intentions of returning, he got up and walked in front of him, and imitated him as he lightly knocked on the table.

The man looked up at her and asked, "What's wrong?"

"It's time to get off work."

Fu Nuan pointed to the clock on the wall. It was already past six.

"Or is it that on the first day of work, President Rong is going to squeeze this little secretary of mine to work with you until late into the night?"

Rong Yu smiled, "I'm not working overtime today."

"Then let's go home."

"But there's a social gathering that I can't accompany you back to."

Recreation...

Fu Nuan could not help but think of the scene where a beautiful woman with red hair was in her arms, and he slightly frowned his brows.

However, this small change only lasted for a moment. "Alright, I'll go back first."

What Fu Nuan wanted to say was, why didn't he say anything earlier? If he knew earlier, he wouldn't have waited for him.

Out of the corner of his eye, Rong Yu saw the lady pursing her lips, she had extended her arms around her waist and pulled the distance between them closer.

"Not happy, huh?"

"Nope."

She wouldn't be unhappy about such a small matter.

Fu Nuan was about to leave with his bag in his hands and the man held him by the waist. He gave her a deep kiss and then let her go.

On the 16th floor.

Fu Sirou was waiting for the elevator, his heart full of anger.

Having tired all day, her hands and legs were aching. This situation was completely different from what she had imagined.

She had never been called over and over again like this. She had never thought that the Rong's Group would only make her into a small assistant director, which made her wonder if her "good" elder sister had said something in front of the President Rong that made her "suffer" like this.

She had thought she only needed to sit in the office and drink tea and see the man every day.

But now, she was completely restricted by this floor, not to mention seeing Rong Yu, she didn't even have the chance to go to the higher levels.

If this went on, she would have to wait for many years before she could attract Rong Yu's attention?

The more Fu Sirou thought about it, the more angry he became, especially when he thought about how Fu Nuan could work with Rong Yu in the higher levels, and how she couldn't, he felt even more unhappy.

The elevator door opened and she walked in. When she raised her head, she saw that Fu Nuan was also in the elevator.

You can meet them on the next shift...

The person Fu Sirou didn't want to see the most right now was Fu Nuan, yet he had coincidentally bumped into. Naturally, the gaze he used to look at the other party was extremely unfriendly.

As for Fu Nuan, he ignored the people who entered and continued to scan the news on his phone with his head down.

Fu Sirou who was being ignored became even angrier, and said in a weird voice: "Oh, so it's Big Sister! I wonder what kind of work you've been doing all day? "

Fu Nuan did not reply, and turned a deaf ear to her question.

Fu Sirou asked for no fun, and ridiculed: "You and I are both people who entered the Rong's Group on the same day. As expected, our identities are different, the treatment is different. You can go to the top floor, and I can only go to the sixteenth. "

The underlying meaning was: You, Fu Nuan, do not have any real ability, but because of your identity as the Mrs. Rong, that's why you have the chance to go to the higher ups.

Fu Nuan did not want to say anything at first, but there were some who could not tolerate it any longer and kept on arguing, causing others to feel annoyed.

As a result, she did not refute Fu Sirou's words, and went along with his plan, "That's right, my husband is the group's CEO."

Some people were born destined to stand at a high place, while others, no matter how they climbed, were unable to reach it.

Fu Nuan had never thought that his identity was anything but noble and amazing, but who told Fu Sirou to provoke him time and time again? If she doesn't have a temper, do you really think she's easy to bully?

"You!"

Without waiting for Fu Sirou to get angry, the elevator arrived at the first floor.

Fu Nuan did not even bother looking at her, and directly walked past her and out of the elevator.

As soon as she left the room, the cell phone in her hand rang. The screen showed an unfamiliar number.

Fu Sirou got off the elevator and stared angrily at Fu Nuan's back figure. He saw her put her phone by her ear and heard her talking on the phone.

"Hello, may I ask …"

On the other side of the phone was a man's gentle and mellow voice: "Warm, it's me, Tang Yao. I'm back. "

Fu Nuan suddenly stopped in his tracks. He stared blankly for a good while before stuttering in disbelief: "Tang … Brother Tang Yao?! "You're back?"

The man chuckled, and said with a doting tone: "What, you're surprised? "Don't you welcome me?"

"No no no, how could that be! I'm glad it's not too late! "

Fu Nuan was both surprised and happy. Her brother, whom she had not seen for so many years, had returned from overseas and nothing could be happier than this.

Behind him, Fu Sirou looked happy.

Tang Yao? Who is this Fu Nuan?

What kind of man could make her so happy?

Fu Sirou faintly felt that this matter was not simple, there might be some unknown secret.

She slowed down her footsteps and followed behind Fu Nuan, wanting to hear what else she could say.

Fu Nuan didn't notice Fu Sirou who was following behind him, he only thought to see Brother Tang Yao as soon as possible, and asked: "Where are you now? I'll come and find you. "

Half a minute later, she hung up and got the address. It was a hotel restaurant.

After replying, "I'll be right there." She grabbed her phone and walked out of the company.

At the entrance of the building, the Uncle Li was already waiting.

"Madam, get in the car."

"Uncle Li, I'm not going home yet. Can I trouble you to send me to the Hua Xi Hotel?"

Fu Sirou followed behind her quietly. After listening to most of it, he knew whether she was going to meet a man or go to a place like a hotel.

He quickly stopped a car and told the driver, "Follow that car in front."

Fu Sirou followed them and saw that the black car was parked outside of the Hua Xi Hotel. Fu Nuan got off the car and entered the hotel.

She quickly got out of the car and followed him in.

In the restaurant.

Fu Nuan looked around, there were a lot of people in the restaurant.

Although they hadn't seen each other for many years, she was still able to recognize the back of the man with a single glance. She walked towards the table on the right side that was close to the window.

Tang Yao was her brother, the son of her uncle.

After his mother had passed away, his uncle had taken his family overseas and never returned.

Counting the time, it had been almost ten years.

Walking to the man's side, Fu Nuan lightly patted his shoulder.

"Brother Tang Yao."

The man turned his head and saw the woman who had appeared behind him. There was a tinge of warmth in his brows.

After leaving for ten years, her appearance had changed a lot compared to the one in his memory.

However, she was still the most beautiful girl in his heart.

Fu Nuan stared at Tang Yao's face for a long time, and finally smiled. "Brother Tang Yao, you haven't changed at all over the years, I can recognize you with a single glance!"

Tang Yao could not help but laugh, it turned out that after staring at him for so long, he could only come to this conclusion?

He opened his arms and a warm smile hung on his lips. He tilted his head and asked, "Not hugging one?"

Fu Nuan didn't think much about it. He opened his arms and the two of them tightly embraced.

Fu Sirou sat not far away from them, and when she saw the scene of men and women hugging each other, she thought to herself: Other than Jiang Yucheng, Fu Nuan didn't seem to have any other boyfriend.

This...

Without much thought, she immediately took out her phone and captured the image.

The opportunity must not be lost!

If Rong Yu knew that she was having a private meeting with a man, how would he react?