Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Wen Ruan couldn't smile.

    Especially when Fu Zhihuan recited his hilarious speech in a slightly **** low-pitched voice, Wen Ruan suddenly felt like his entire face was placed on a carbon grill Same, burning hot and painful.

    The most embarrassing thing in the world is probably being caught on the spot by the client while talking to the little sister, and reciting the shameful content in front of him.

    Wen Ruan felt that her strategy plan had already ended before it even started.

    No—

    Don't give in so easily.

    So Wen Ruan pretended to be calm and raised her head: "You heard it wrong, I'm not talking about you."

    Speaking of this, she paused and added very firmly: "I'm talking about the count."

    Anyway, no matter what happens, it's good to rely on the count.

    "Count?"

    Fu Zhihuan's tone smirked, and the question alone was quite intriguing.

    Faced with such great oppression, Wen Ruan suppressed the panic in her heart and pretended to be righteous: "Yes, I just want to have a good relationship with the Earl, right You're not interested at all."

    As soon as she finished speaking, she heard Qin Sushan's hearty voice in the distance: "Why did you pay the bill for a long time, Ruan Ruan? By the way, do you want me to ask someone to help you go to the procuratorate to inquire about your home? That pretty boy..."

    Wen Ruan heard the beginning of the pronunciation of the word "Zai", her whole body was jolted, then she turned around suddenly, walked to Qin Sushan's side in three steps and two steps, stretched out her hand to cover her mouth.

    …

    Fu Zhihuan stood not far away, looked at her calmly, and then slowly raised his eyebrows, half-squinting his eyes, his smile deepened.

    Wen Ruan swallowed.

    This is desperate.

    Fortunately, Fu Zhihuan doesn't seem to be ready to tease her anymore. Instead, he straightened up and leaned lazily against the counter, raised his chin slightly at Wen Ruan, and said in a low voice, "Charge your phone."

    "Mmmmmm." Wen Ruan nodded again and again.

    At the end, he added: "Remember to pay back the money."

    “…Got it.”

    Stingy.

    "So, the little brother with the explosion of pheromone that I met in the restaurant downstairs just now is that handsome boy from your family? Damn it, no wonder you can't control it."

    Qin Sushan's tone became more and more excited: "But I also remembered that the Procuratorate is near our office, so it's not surprising to meet him here."

    After Wen Ruan's whole body and soul were separated from the body, after leaving the restaurant, she was walking floating. As for what Qin Sushan said, she didn't hear a word at all.

    Be careful with your words and actions.

    I lived in my twenties, and until today, Wen Ruan really understood this truth.

    Qin Sushan walked halfway, she seemed to suddenly remember something and stopped, and clapped her hands: "By the way, you said that Fu Zhihuan is also from the procuratorate, do you know your cheap fiancé?"

    These words pulled Wen Ruan's soul back in an instant, she shivered and straightened her back immediately, only considering the seriousness of this problem.

    "No."

    After some deliberation, Wen Ruan said solemnly: "From today onwards, I must not let Fu Zhihuan know my identity, nor let others know that I am Miss Wen."

    "Huh?" Qin Sushan was stunned.

    Wen Ruan analyzed seriously: "You think, the office is so close to the procuratorate, what if one day someone misses the point and Fu Ershao comes to the door? I had a violent dispute, and the fight was inexorable..."

    "Stop."

    Qin Sushan felt a pain in her head, she sighed, and looked into Wen Ruan's eyes very seriously: "I would rather believe that the two of them fought because the only little brother who sells stinky tofu downstairs is left. The last bowl, I don't believe it's because of you."

    "...you hurt people, we broke up."

    The two of them chatted and laughed all the way upstairs. As soon as they entered the lobby of the office and passed the tea room, they heard whispers—

     "What is the origin of that lawyer Wen who came this morning?"

    "I heard that it was the apprentice brought out by Professor Su himself. It seems to be highly regarded."

    "I don't care who her apprentice is, who doesn't work hard to expand her network? I have worked here for so many years, and I have never seen Professor Su give any opportunity. Why did she come here? Professor Su takes care of her like this, and I heard that she is going to introduce her contacts, so the apprentices should be treated equally."

    The person who spoke was Wen Ruan with a familiar face.

    That person seems to be Zou Yinyun. When she greeted her new colleague in the morning, she put on a sneering expression and ignored Wen Ruanai.

      Because of the relationship, Professor Su may not give her face to stay in the office for so long. I don't know how many times I have been complained by clients when dealing with non-complaints, and I still blame the professor?"

    In fact, although Professor Su appreciates Wen Ruan, he always advocates that his students rely on their own strength and communication skills to accumulate case sources and contacts.

    Zou Yinyun's words have no basis at all, but most of them will make colleagues' impression of Wen Ruan instantly lower.

     "No way? When Miss Wen greeted us this morning, she felt like a very easy person to get along with. And I heard people say that she was not bad before. "

    "Come on, she looks like an embroidered pillow."

    Qin Sushan was so angry that she was about to step forward to teach her a lesson, but was suddenly pulled by Wen Ruan's arm.

    Wen Ruan laughed: "Forget it."

    "Why not?"

    Qin Sushan usually can't stand Zou Yinyun's sick princess in the law firm all day long, but now she hears her pushing her best friend behind her back, and the fire is blocked in her heart: "Usually when this kind of thing happens, your temper is more explosive than me."

    Qin Sushan didn't understand: "What do you mean?"

    "I mean—"

    Wen Ruan paused, squinted his eyes, and the corners of his lips were slightly hooked, and said calmly and fluently: "If I hadn't just come to the office, I need to build a good image in front of other colleagues. I'm sure that now I will simply let this broken princess know the sufferings of the world, kneel at the entrance of the office three times, kowtow three times, cry and recite the law."

    "Tell me to be fancy? It's no nonsense, I have spent tens of thousands of dollars on my body, I don't want to be fancy, should I still let her be fancy? She's a princess? I'm more princess-sick than her! And I'm still a man who must report! Zou Yinyun, right? I've already recorded this name in the memo on my phone. Anyway, it's still a long time now. After I buy other colleagues with milk tea and chocolate puffs, I'll report today. The hatred of the tongue."

    After making such a long series of remarks, Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then walked in briskly, and said hello: "What flavor of milk tea do you want to drink? I A treat, even if it's a meeting ceremony reported by my newcomer."

    "Hey, go for a drink tonight? Okay, okay, I'll treat you tonight."

    "Hahahaha it doesn't matter, I was generous when I first met, and I will become super stingy in the future."

     Colleagues who were still on duty responded one after another, and the office that was boring just now suddenly became lively.

    Qin Sushan looked at Wen Ruan's light back, and there was only one sentence in her heart—

    Women are horrible.

    "After the murder of the little sister, there was indeed a girl who also disappeared on the same day." Fu Mingheng sighed and said, "But this is not a related case, because back then The murderer who kidnapped the girl was just for money, and he had already committed suicide in fear of the crime, and had nothing to do with the little sister."

    Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened: "What is that girl's name?"

    "I don't know that." Fu Mingheng recalled, then shook his head: "I heard that it was her parents who didn't want the child to be influenced by the outside world, just like the police department applied for a name been made public."

    Fu Mingheng: "I understand."

    "Why do you suddenly ask this?" Fu Mingheng asked suspiciously, "This case has nothing to do with the death of the younger sister, it's just a coincidence..."

    "You've seen so many cases, it's hard to believe that there are coincidences in this world."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, but although he was smiling, his tone was inexplicably low: "Thank you."

    "Hey!" Fu Mingheng reluctantly stopped Fu Zhihuan, who was about to hang up, and sighed: "Wen Fengchen came yesterday to propose a divorce."

    After a long silence, she asked, "Then what?"

    Fu Mingheng laughed: "I thought you would be very happy."

    Fu Zhihuan did not answer Fu Mingheng's words, but repeated the question just now: "Then what?"

    "Dad didn't agree immediately, he just said that he would like to talk again tonight, but it should be inseparable." Fu Mingheng laughed, "Congratulations, you have regained your freedom."

    “…”

    There was a long silence on the other end of the phone, and even Fu Mingheng felt a little strange.

    But before he could ask a question, he heard a sudden low laugh clearly. This laughter did not carry any emotion, but instead made people feel a chill down their spines.

    Fu Zhihuan leaned his body lazily into the work chair, and when he spoke again, he did not mention the engagement, but said lightly, "Say hello to grandpa for me."

    "Beep beep —"

    Fu Mingheng listened to the busy tone in the receiver, and a row of question marks slowly appeared on his head.

    What?

    How do you feel that Fu Ershao is not particularly happy?

    The cicadas outside the window are getting more and more restless.

    Fu Zhihuan threw the phone on the table, rested his elbows on the armrest, held it with his fingers crossed, and put it loosely on his chest.

    The office is extremely quiet, and you can even clearly hear the sound of the air cooler blowing out the cold air.

    He fixedly stared at the second row of drawers on the desk for a while, then suddenly straightened up and stretched out—

    In the drawer lies a ring box.

    The one that Wen Ruan threw into the trash not long ago was a pair.

    "Mr. Fu, it's time for dinner."

    There is a knock at the door.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes, put away the ring box in his hand, put it in his pocket, and stood up—

    "Well, let's go."

    This dinner lasted until more than nine o'clock in the evening. Compared with those social events, it was more like a semi-working meeting.

    Fu Zhihuan doesn't drink alcohol. Fortunately, there are some well-known and respected people here, and they have no habit of persuading alcohol. After the normal dinner, the atmosphere is also very harmonious.

    After a few simple greetings, Fu Zhihuan sent off a few old gentlemen, and when he turned to leave, he found that the car keys had been forgotten on the dining table.

    When I returned to the hotel, I suddenly heard a commotion, and a familiar voice was mixed in the crowd of voices—

    "Hey? I really can't drink too much, I'm not drinking very well. And it's very late now, I'm going home too."

    "It's all right, it's your first day at work today, you'll be spoiled if you don't drink."

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, looking for fame.

    From the hidden door, at a glance, Wen Ruan was sitting in the middle of the crowd holding her forehead, her face seemed to be flushed red because of the alcohol reaction, and her whole person was a little embarrassed.

    But a woman with a high ponytail next to her toasted as if she would not let her go.

    Tsk.

    This eldest lady is very worrying.

    Play.

    Just play.

    Qin Sushan held her cheeks and looked at Wen Ruan, the actress who was struggling in the "front line of pretending to be drunk". Not only did she not worry, she also yawned lazily.

    Playing with Wen Ruan since childhood, Qin Sushan has accepted many unreasonable things about her.

    For example, she is a good girl who looks like "I will get drunk after drinking a little alcohol", but she is not allergic to alcohol at all.

    There have been countless parties, and Wen Ruan has always been responsible for kicking people up and sending them home.

    Seeing Zou Yinyun endlessly persuading Wen Ruan to drink, and even outputting in a way that is indistinguishable from sacrifice, Qin Sushan almost laughed.

    This Zou Yinyun is really, ignorant of true power.

    "It's almost done, don't let Zou Yinyun make too much of an ugly face."

    "It's okay, I'll figure it out, let her have another drink..."

    Just as the pair were whispering, there was a knock on the door.

    Everyone looked up—

    Fu Zhihuan leaned against the door lazily, with a smile in his eyes, raised his chin towards Wen Ruan, and said, "Child, go home."

    The author has something to say:

    I will enter V tomorrow, and then I will open the book "Buying a CEO and Gossip"!

    Introduction:

    Qin Yujue picked up a love variety show, and her manager chose an amateur to play her boyfriend.

    On the day we met, she stepped into the private room.

    The man leaned back on the chair lazily, saw someone come in, lifted his eyes to look at her, then narrowed his eyes.

    The temperament is unrestrained, the standard gentle scum.

    Qin Yujue took out the contract, handed it to Xie Yanchi, and took off his sunglasses: "After the variety show ends, we will break up peacefully. If there is no problem, just sign the contract."

    Xie Yanchi saw her face clearly, paused for a moment, then slowly picked up the contract, glanced at it, and suddenly chuckled: "200,000?"

    “Want to negotiate?”

    Then put pen to paper and write your name cheerfully.

    Qin Yujue glanced at the name and suddenly realized something was wrong: "Wait...Aren't you Mr. Zhao?"

    Xie Yanchi casually put down her pen: "Forgot to remind, you entered the wrong private room."

    "..." Qin Yujue raised his head silently, looking at the noble man who smiled slyly in front of him: "I'm sorry, otherwise this contract will be voided?"

    Xie Yanchi chuckled lightly, her voice a little demagogic and hoarse: "Little girl, buy me for 200,000 yuan, how can anyone return it if it's cheap."

    Xie Ershao of Huarui Group, although he looks cynical and arrogant, but everyone knows that he is an ancestor who is not easy to mess with.

    Someone who was not sensible once brought a young newcomer to pour wine for Xie Yanchi.

    "Little girl, do you want to learn how to kiss today?"

    "Fuck off."

    Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-1709:14:18~2019-12-1800:52:09

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 in the night;

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    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!