Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Fu Zhihuan felt a burst of pain in his temples. He closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to squeeze his brow, took a deep breath, and said solemnly, "Have you seen the water heater above the shower?"

    "I see."

    "Turn on the button on the water heater."

    "Hey I'm looking for... um! It's open."

    "There is a control panel near the left wall of the bathroom."

    Wen Ruan opened the panel according to Fu Zhihuan's instructions, but found that a password interface popped up. She was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you have to enter your password when you take a shower?"

    Fu Zhihuan replied lightly: "The password is four zeros, you should be able to use it after opening it."

    After entering the password, a row of smart buttons popped up on the interface, and the heating and heating lamp Yuba lamp has all functions, which is easy to understand, and Wen Ruan can naturally understand: "I see. "

    "Anything else?"

    "That's...what's your wifi password?" After speaking, he quickly added, "Don't worry, I will pay half of the internet fee."

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while: "My name is spelled out."

    The phone call lasted about five or six minutes, and He Ziqin, who was on the side, couldn't hold back her smile. She lowered her head and looked at her toes. Not natural.

    The woman on the other end of the phone seems to still be living in Fu Zhihuan's house?

    But He Ziqin has clearly inquired, he clearly doesn't have a girlfriend yet.

    Maybe I remembered it wrong?

    Fu Zhihuan finally hung up the phone, he glanced at He Ziqin, his tone was slightly cold: "What's the matter?"

    Hearing Fu Zhihuan talking to herself, He Ziqin kept his body subconsciously, and then smiled again: "Just now..."

    "Buzz-"

    Fu Zhihuan's mobile phone vibrated again before he put it into his pocket.

    He looked down-

    It's that lady again.

    "What have you..."

    "Your count urinated on my bed!"

    Wen Ruan's voice on the other end of the phone had a cadenced tone, with a bit of collapse in her tone, "My new pajamas!"

    Fu Zhihuan felt his head hurt even more, he made a soft "hiss", closed his eyes for three seconds, then slowly opened: "Wait, I'll be back in a while."

    After hanging up, he remembered that there was someone in front of him.

    Fu Zhihuan put the phone in his pocket, then turned around and asked, "What do you want to say?"

    He Ziqin finally adjusted her mood, but was completely disrupted by Wen Ruan's two phone calls. Hearing Fu Zhihuan's question, her mind was blank for a moment, and after a long time she asked dryly, "The one just now, is Mr. Fu's relative?"

    "No."

    Fu Zhihuan answered quickly, but He Ziqin felt like falling into an ice cellar in an instant.

    "That...is Mr. Fu's girlfriend?"

    Fu Zhihuan paused for a short second, and then opened his mouth to deny, "No."

    After he finished speaking, he frowned and said impatiently: "Is there anything else?"

    These words made He Ziqin's heart fall to the ground, and she felt that the temperature of her palms gradually returned: "Actually, I just wanted to explain to Mr. Fu that in that case, I I don't know the details of the other party's lawyer. I just mentioned it casually because I was impressed by that case and I wanted to find some topics to talk about."

    "Mr. Fu is a prosecutor and has always handled things fairly. I don't like such irresponsible evaluations. I can understand. So I hope you don't take it to heart. If there is something wrong, it must be on me. "

    He Ziqin is very good at speaking and speaks well. At this moment, he has an expression full of apology, so that there is not too much blame in life.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the person in front of him, his eyes were very shallow, he nodded: "Yes."

    After this one word, there was no more conversation. He took a step forward and wiped He Ziqin's body, only to step down when he was about to leave, his eyes slightly shifted: "Is there anything else to say?"

    He Ziqin felt that her heart was empty, but she still laughed and said, "No more."

    After hearing He Ziqin's answer, Fu Zhihuan withdrew his gaze and walked towards the room where he came, without leaving another glance.

    After the others left, He Ziqin raised her hand and touched her face that was numb from being too nervous.

    From college, Fu Zhihuan has always been the flower of the high mountains.

    Whether it was a warm confession on the confession wall, or someone betraying a friend and adding contact information, he never responded.

    He Ziqin also has a lofty character, but in order to be worthy of him, she has always been close to his field, industry and city. Over the years, some friends have recommended a lot of boys to her, but she has never seen it.

    She just wants the best.

    Wen Ruan was about to use the shower gel when she realized that the pajamas were not brought in, so she had to wrap her bathrobe and prepare to take things in and wash.

    Who knew that as soon as he returned to the room, he happened to run into the crime scene—

    The Earl was comfortably nestled in his bed, the whole cat nestled in his plush pajamas. Then, very openly, he urinated.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for three seconds by the shocking scene, and then she screamed and complained to Fu Zhihuan.

    At this moment, one person and one cat are looking at each other face to face without giving up.

    They have been fighting for nearly half an hour.

    Wen Ruan first sat in a chair and searched for "what to do if a cat messes with peeing". After trying the first communication and education according to the method in the entry, he almost got two blood marks scratched son.

    Then she searched differently—

    “Ten Tips to Win a Cat Fight”

    At this moment, the earl brewed for a while, sniffed the scene of his own crime, and then changed his position on the bed openly—

    Pissed again.

    "Count!"

    Wen Ruan took three steps and took two steps, picked up the cat by the back of the neck and threw it next to the litter box: "Go in! I'm going to educate your master about your bad habit today. , A qualified cat must learn to use the litter box!"

    The Earl turned his head, sniffed the litter box behind him, then sat on the spot and scratched his head with his feet. Then he stood up, walked slowly towards Wen Ruan's room, jumped on the bed very skillfully, and nestled at the head of the bed.

    Wen Ruan felt that she was about to suffer a myocardial infarction from this cat.

    She probably never thought that she, who has always been fearless in her life, would be folded on a cat.

    After looking at the cat for a long time, I suddenly heard the sound of the key turning from the door.

    It should be Fu Zhihuan back.

    If Wen Ruan saw the savior, she raised her chin triumphantly at the count and said, "You are finished, I will bring your master to the court right away!"

    The earl licked his paws leisurely, glanced in the direction of Wen Ruan, then closed his eyes, as if preparing to take a nap.

    …I was taunted by a cat?

    Wen Ruan encountered such a strong natural enemy for the first time in her life.

    She simply gave up on the cat's criticism and education, went directly to the living room, organized the language in advance, and prepared to report to Fu Zhihuan.

    When Fu Zhihuan pushed open the door and came in, he saw Wen Ruan standing in the center of the living room.

    She was wearing a bathrobe. Although the collar was specially folded and the belt was fastened, she could still vaguely see the pair of delicate collarbones.

      I peed on my bed twice."

    Speaking of this, she also raised her hand and made a gesture, repeatedly emphasizing: "Twice! Once!"

    Fu Zhihuan looked away, reached out and unbuttoned a button on the collar of his shirt, took off his tie and put it aside: "Is there something wrong with your body?"

    "Huh?"

    Wen Ruan didn't realize what Fu Zhihuan meant for a while, she thought about it, and replied, "There is no major problem with the body, just the bed..."

    Fu Zhihuan looked up at her: "I'm asking the count."

    Earl is a house cat. He has been trained to use cat litter since he was a child. Today, it was abnormal, which made Fu Zhihuan worry about whether it was a physical problem or an emotional discomfort.

    Wen Ruan is holding back.

    She suddenly knew why the cat was so fearless.

    So Fu Zhihuan hurried back, because he was worried about the Earl's health?

    She was so moved by Fu Zhihuan's gentleness and thoughtfulness just now that she came back to support herself!

    Dog man!

    While speaking, the earl has come out of Wen Ruan's room. When it saw its owner, it immediately jumped to Fu Zhihuan's side with its short legs, rubbing its head against Fu Zhihuan's trouser legs and acting coquettishly.

    Fu Zhihuan squatted down, checked the Earl's condition, then got up and looked at the Earl's food box.

    The cat food was eaten cleanly, and according to the mental state, there seems to be no problem.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the cat litter box and remembered that the hourly worker had mentioned that after the previous cat litter was used up, he bought a bag of new cat litter to replace.

    He seemed to have thought of something, and leaned down to carry the Count into the litter box.

    As soon as the earl entered, he immediately jumped out.

    Fu Zhihuan understood: "You don't like this cat litter?"

    The earl nodded, Lai beside Fu Zhihuan and cried in a milky voice.

    The Earl rubbed his head into Fu Zhihuan's palm, looking soft and cute.

    Wen Ruan folded her arms and stood one meter away from the two of them, her eyelids drooping, her whole body exuding a vicious aura of "I'm going to assassinate this person and a cat tonight".

    Fu Zhihuan noticed something and looked back at her.

    Wen Ruan was so angry, she pursed her lower lip, put her arms down, walked to the two of them in three steps and two steps, squatted down and reached out to rub the earl's head: "You don't I like cat litter, why don't you urinate on your master's bed?"

    "Anyway, he has a good temper, so he's not angry with you."

    "And speak for you."

    "It's not your fault."

    The earl was groaning when he was touched, he raised his head, lightly licked Wen Ruan's fingertips, and made a soft "meow".

    Wen Ruan's anger was instantly extinguished.

    Sure enough, there is still no way to get angry with a kitten that is only a few months old.

    "Okay, forgive me."

    "You are much cuter than your master, and you know how to coax me."

    The yukata is relatively large. When Wen Ruan stood up, she was very obedient, but she squatted down abruptly, and the neckline was slightly bent and opened outward.

    Fu Zhihuan felt his throat a little dry, he turned his head, put the count on the ground, got up suddenly, and walked towards the living room.

    After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned her head, and said in a low voice, "Wen Ruan."

    "What are you doing?" Wen Ruan said in an angry voice.

    "Pyjamas on."

    "?"

    What a great offer.

    The author has something to say: dog man, go and fall in love with the cat.

    —Wen Ruan's Diary 2019.7.13

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