Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

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    The sound of water droplets falling to the ground seemed to be clearly visible.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, as if she could hear the beating of her heart very clearly. The hand holding the door trembled, and before he had time to think, he slammed the door shut subconsciously.

    Bang

    The wind picked up when the door was closed lifted the broken hair in front of Fu Zhihuan's forehead. Son.

    After about half a minute, the door was slowly pulled open again.

    Wen Ruan quietly hid behind the door, showing her eyes, and asked in a low voice, "The bed still smells like an earl, so... where shall I sleep today?"

    Fu Zhihuan reacted, he lowered his eyes and adjusted the collar of the bathrobe casually, and said slowly, "There are indeed other rooms in the house."

    Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief: "Then..."

    "But there is only one set of beds." Fu Zhihuan added lightly.

    He is not used to leaving others to sleep at home, and has not been in contact with his relatives for five years. Although there are many empty rooms, no beds are prepared.

    The room where Wen Ruan lived, considering that Simon was coming, temporarily asked someone to prepare it in advance.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes dejectedly, thought for a while, then crossed her waist and said, "But anyway, it was your cat that kept me from sleeping, so you have to Take responsibility for me!"

    The surroundings were silent for a few seconds.

    How do you feel, this sentence sounds a little wrong.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the angry expression on Wen Ruan's face, leaned lazily against the door frame, and said slowly, "Since it is the count's responsibility, then you can go to sleep in its cathouse."

    "?"

    Listen, is this human?

    "But if you don't mind—"

    Seeing Wen Ruan's anger, Fu Zhihuan suddenly chuckled, then slowed down, "You have a second choice."

    Second choice?

    Wen Ruan pondered for a while, and now the only remaining bed in the entire apartment is the one in Fu Zhihuan's room.

    …Do you mean? !

    Wen Ruan was agitated, took two steps back, stretched out his hand to cover his collar, and said with a bit of panic: "This is not good, we just met."

    "?"

    Hearing this, Fu Zhihuan in front of him was silent for a few seconds.

    What's in this lady's head?

    Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pressed his throbbing temple, almost gritted his teeth and said, "I mean, you can go to sleep on the sofa."

    The atmosphere suddenly became awkward.

    Wen Ruan let go of his hand covering his collar, perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, and he was silent for a long time without speaking. After a while, he repeated in disbelief, "Sleeping on the sofa?"

    As the eldest lady who was pampered by her family, Wen Ruan really didn't sleep on the sofa all night.

    She also took a few steps back and looked towards the living room.

    Although Fu Zhihuan's apartment is not small, it is incomparable with his own villa after all, and the sofa looks a little narrow.

    Perhaps seeing the complicated expression on Wen Ruan's face, Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes and gave a second choice: "Otherwise, you can spend the night in your own room."

    “…”

    Who would want to spend the night in a bed full of earl's breath?

    Wen Ruan puffed out her cheeks, stepped on her slippers as if venting, turned around and returned to her room without saying a word.

    Fu Zhihuan looked at her angry back, leaning against the door frame without moving. It wasn't until he heard the door closing that he cocked his lips a little, smiled to himself, and then turned around and closed the door.

    It is estimated that after a while, the eldest lady will drag her suitcase angrily to find a hotel.

    Although Wen Ruan ripped off the packaging and tags of his new purchases when he came back, Fu Zhihuan could still recognize at a glance that they were expensive luxury goods.

    Wen Fengchen is notoriously spoiled daughter, even if Wen Ruan ran away from home, she would be reluctant to stop her card, as if she was afraid that her daughter would be uncomfortable outside.

    It's probably unacceptable to ask her to sleep on the sofa like this eldest lady who grew up in a honeypot and has no money to spend.

    Wen Ruan called out when she was halfway through the shower. Fu Zhihuan returned to the bathroom and turned on the shower again.

    Water dripped down the ends of his hair, Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, grabbed his hair back a little, and raised his neck.

    Bang

    Across the sound of water, you can hear the very clear sound of the door closing.

    It seems that Wen Ruan is angry.

    Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, as if a bottomless water wave was surging in his dark eyes, he suddenly raised his hand and stopped the shower.

    The surroundings were silent.

    He was silent for a moment, then turned the switch back on.

    In fact, it doesn't matter to him at all.

    Wen Ruan ran away from home in such high spirits that she would go back after a few days. Moreover, Wen Fengchen has already surrendered, and he has plans to break off the marriage, so there is no need for him to interfere more.

    The sound of water splashing on the ground kept ringing, but it was inexplicably disturbing.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned sharply, then raised his hand and turned the switch hard.

    It's a real nonsense to run out at this time.

    He turned and walked out of the bathroom, irritably pulling a shirt from the closet, ready to go out.

    As soon as I entered the living room, I heard a voice from the TV—

    "Do you love me?"

    "Who is this woman?"

    "I don't want to hear your explanation, I just trust my eyes!"

    "I have nothing to do with Xiaohong, you believe me, I only have you in my heart!"

    turning her head, she found that Wen Ruan had moved the quilt and pillow to the sofa, wrapped herself into a ball, and watched TV intently.

    She also wears a sunshade eye mask high on her forehead, like a pair of ready-to-sleep gear.

    The voice of the TV was low, but she couldn't take her eyes off it.

    On hearing the movement, Wen Ruan turned her head, she glanced at Fu Zhihuan, and said "Huh": "You have to go out so late?"

    Fu Zhihuan paused while buttoning his collar, and his eyes fell deeply on Wen Ruan.

    She didn't go?

    And it seemed that she easily accepted the fact that she was going to sleep on the sofa.

    "Are you sleeping on the sofa tonight?"

    "Otherwise." Wen Ruan rolled her eyes angrily, and stretched out her hand to rub the head of the earl who was lying on his body, "If you don't sleep on the sofa, I will share a bed with you. ?"

    Fu Zhihuan stayed silent for a while, his eyes darkened and his thin lips pursed tightly.

    Wen Ruan also turned over at the moment, yawned lazily, reached out and picked up the remote control to turn off the TV, and by the way stretched: "I'm going to bed, wait. Turn off the lights for me later."

    "Good."

    Fu Zhihuan walked to the light, reached out and pressed the switch of the living room light.

    The room plunged into darkness.

    The moonlight came in through the gap in the curtains and hit Wen Ruan's face without any deviation.

    Fu Zhihuan did not return to the room immediately, he stared at the clean face lying on the sofa, his eyes moved slightly, and after a long time he slowly lowered his eyes and turned to leave.

    Into the night.

    It's a nightmare.

    Fu Zhihuan dreamed of his biological sister again.

    In the white light, the girl's crisp laughter could be vaguely heard. Then, little by little, the white fog was removed, and at the other end of the fog was the face of a girl who was almost five years old.

    She opened her mouth and stretched out her hand towards Fu Zhihuan, with a sweet voice: "Brother Lu."

    Fu Zhihuan walked forward, half-dreaming and half-awake, as if he had returned to the time when he was six years old for more than twenty years.

    "You're so slow, I won't wait for you."

    The girl withdrew her hand, pursed her mouth, and ran forward, "I'll go under the cherry tree first, go slowly by yourself!"

    Go forward.

    Go all the way forward.

    The sunny day in the dream seemed to change in an instant, dark clouds surging in the sky, the sky suddenly darkened, and a dense light rain suddenly fell.

    The cherry tree in the distance is getting closer and closer, and the pink petals also begin to change color a little bit.

    It turned out to be just a **** red spot on the petals, and finally a **** color spread from this spot, as if blood had splattered all over the branch.

    Fu Zhihuan stopped under the tree.

    The heavy rain poured down violently, drenching him all over.

    The girl lies under the tree.

    The body was covered in blood. Her eyes opened empty, as if all hope had been snuffed out, snuffing out all the starlight in her eyes.

    "Little sister has been gone for many years."

    "Life is long, you can't be stuck in the past forever."

    The air seemed to become thin in an instant, and the surrounding pictures were like broken glass, dividing thousands of cracks.

    The huge roar and oppression penetrated into Fu Zhihuan's head, he suddenly opened his eyes, only to realize that he was covered in cold sweat.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, put his arm on his forehead, and slowly closed his eyes.

    The surroundings are surprisingly quiet.

    After a long time, he propped himself up and prepared to go to the kitchen to pour a glass of water.

    It is four o'clock in the morning, and even the Earl, who has always been in good spirits, is lying in the cat's bed and sleeping peacefully.

    Fu Zhihuan poured himself a glass of cold water, turned around, leaned against the sink, and drank.

     Adam's apple rolling.

    The cold touch made his tense nerves loosen a little. He raised his eyes and saw Wen Ruan sleeping peacefully on the sofa.

    Half of the quilt on her body fell to the ground, her sleeping face was peaceful and well-behaved.

    Fu Zhihuan put down the quilt, walked slowly to Wen Ruan, and squatted in front of her.

    Not a lawyer.

    It doesn't look like a sweet lady.

    She should look quite squeamish, but she is more worry-free than expected.

    Fu Zhihuan sighed, picked up the quilt that had fallen on the ground, and put his hand on her shoulder.

     Fingertips rubbed lightly across her cheek.

    But before Fu Zhihuan took back his hand, Wen Ruan's eyes suddenly opened, and before he could recognize the person in front of him, his body had a stress response—

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    He raised his hand mercilessly and slapped Fu Zhihuan's right face.

    The surroundings were surprisingly quiet.

    The earl also woke up suddenly.

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    Wen Ruan: It’s over.

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