The rumored Mr.Nanbole
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The tender Melux.Nanbole just disappeared as the video was hung up.
The man in front of him regained his awe-inspiring look, giving people a very oppressive look.
"...Huh?" Mable.Doujiel couldn't adapt for a while.
"You want me to say it a second time?" The man turned his face, frowned slightly, and his tone became colder.
Mable.Doujiel became nervous, involuntarily reached out to push the door open, and got out of the car.
As soon as I got off the car, I heard a man's voice coming from inside the car: "I hope you will pay attention to your usual words and deeds. As long as we do not dissolve our marriage for a day, you are obliged to maintain the attitude you should have as the wife of Melux.Nanbole for a day. Something similar to what happened downstairs in the girl's apartment today, I... don't want it to happen again."
"I'm not..." Before Mable.Doujiel could explain, the car had already driven away outside the gate of T University like the wind.
When Mable.Doujiel returned to the apartment downstairs, the farce-like confession had ended. The red sports car was gone, the rose was gone, and only the kicked-out candles were left on the ground.
When a few girls saw Mable.Doujiel, they pointed behind him and whispered something.
Mable.Doujiel didn't notice this, and her heart was full of frustration.
Melux.Nanbole left just like that. He didn't even look at her from the beginning to the end. His attitude was incredibly cold, even... disgusting?
But why? Why did he marry her if he hated her?
Melux.Nanbole, the famous Mr.Nanbole in K City, as long as he wants to get married, even if it is just to satisfy his grandmother's wish, there must be countless women with excellent conditions rushing to marry him, but why did he choose him? Where is she Mable.Doujiel?
Mable.Doujiel thought that he was a little different from others in his heart, but it turned out that it was not the case... Mable.Doujiel felt frustrated and sad.
"Classmate, stop—" A scolding made Mable.Doujiel stop involuntarily.
The dormitory aunt stood in front of her aggressively.
"You guys left the door like that and didn't clean it up. What's wrong with the students these days!" The fat aunty, the dormitory manager, pointed at the pile of candle remains at the door and said angrily.
"No, Auntie, how can you blame me? Then, it wasn't me!" Mable.Doujiel was depressed.
"Is your name Mable. Doujiel? Did that man call your name downstairs just now? You two were together. If he leaves, who will take care of him if you don't take care of him?"
"Auntie, this is far-fetched. He just wants you to go to him..."
"He's driving so fast, how can I catch up with him?"
Mable.Doujiel was originally depressed, but he was amused when the fat aunt, the dormitory manager, put her hands on her hips and spoke such words confidently. The depressed mood was swept away, and she burst out laughing.
"..." The dormitory aunt looked at her in confusion, wondering if there was something wrong with this child's brain?
"Okay, Auntie, I'll sweep it up." Mable.Doujiel smiled enough, and then took a broom from the tool room to sweep up the pile of garbage at the door.
The candle wax dripped from the candle stuck to the ground, forming spots and ugly marks. Mable. Doujiel also carefully shoveled it away with a small shovel.
The dormitory aunt looked at her with admiration. In addition to grades, the admission of students to T University was also based on a family background check. Therefore, the families of the students who came in were considered to be either rich or noble, so they were all very delicate. Not to mention doing public health, they It's good to be able to take care of your own personal affairs. She was originally just angry that the students were always making garbage, and wanted to talk to Mable.Doujiel, but she didn't expect that she actually did the work, and she did it in a decent way.
The dormitory aunt was a little embarrassed. After all, this was actually her job. She took the dustpan and went over to clean up the garbage herself. She said, "I don't see, but you are pretty good at it."
Mable.Doujiel said disapprovingly: "I often help my mother do it at home."
"...Your mother still does this by herself?!"
Mable.Doujiel smiled: "My mother does a lot of cleaning work, but I actually hate people who litter."
Mable.Doujiel returned to the apartment in disgrace. When she opened the door, everyone in the apartment was there, and everyone's eyes were focused on her.
Dehorta, who was dressed modernly and exquisitely, looked her over from head to toe and smiled: "Oh, you can't tell..."
Mable.Doujiel usually doesn't deal with her, and doesn't want to pay attention to her weirdness, so he is going to the bathroom to take a bath.
But Dehorta continued: "You know how to retreat in order to advance. However, I remind you, Evan is not the kind of patient person. Don't end up losing more than you gain."
Mable.Doujiel then saw that the laptop in front of Dehorta was playing a scene of her talking to Evan downstairs. There were only images and the sound was blurry, and from the shooting angle, she seemed to be in a pile with Evan. Surrounded by candles, they held hands and talked for a while, then she turned and left after answering a phone call.
Mable.Doujiel shed a drop of cold sweat. Is this what Melux.Nanbole saw?
"Who took this...?" Mable.Doujiel asked quickly.
"Many people who were watching took pictures, and now it's all over the school forum. Mable, come take a look." Evetts handed her his computer to look at.
Oh my God! Mable.Doujiel wailed in his heart. Looking at the messy topics on the screen, and remembering what Melux.Nanbole said before leaving, Mable.Doujiel felt like crying.
"Yeah! Look at this!" Keani, who was close to Dehorta in the apartment, suddenly shouted: "Look at this post 'Mr. Nanbole returns to the city on Christmas Eve and has a secret meeting with a girl from T University'!"
Dehorta's attention was immediately attracted. He leaned over to take a look and confirmed: "Yes, this is Mr. Nanbole's car, that global limited edition..."
Keani shouted: "It really looks like our school in the photo! It seems to be at the back entrance!"
Mable.Doujiel's heart skipped a beat, and he hurriedly came over to take a look.
"But it's too dark, I can't see the people in the car clearly..." Keani regretted, "Oh, I really want to see what the rumored Mr. Nanbole looks like."
Mable.Doujiel saw that in the newly posted post, there was indeed only a blurry photo taken from a distance. The car's logo and part of the license plate number could be clearly seen, but the rest could not be seen.
However, with such a blurry photo, the post went up in popularity in just one minute, surpassing the topic of Evan's love that had been trending all night.
"Who are you talking about...Mr. Nanbole? Is he so famous? Why didn't I know?" Evetts said in surprise as he looked at the rising floors.
"Mr. Nanbole from the Nanbole group..." Dehorta smiled, his voice full of sarcasm: "Not everyone knows it. It's not a nouveau riche. The Nanbole family has always been very low-key, that is, in a certain circle. Everyone here knows it.”
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