Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Tongcheng, night light bar.

    It was raining heavily, and the dull air was roaring with thunder.

    And all the noise is isolated from the bar, the black and gold patterned window is flashing with cool lights, like light and shadow flowing in the wine glass.

    The table near the bar was covered, and the seats were all men and women who revealed a bit of extravagance in their dress.

    They toasted and teased each other, lounging on the sofa, chatting about the latest gossip.

    "You really invited Wen Ruan? I don't think she will come today."

     "Yeah, I was put out by my fiance at the engagement banquet. I guess I'm looking for a place to heal my emotional wounds."

    "I heard that Fu Ershao seems to be breaking off the marriage. Why is Wen's leading enterprise in Tongcheng? He doesn't give any face like this?"

     "Fu Ershao is a prosecutor, and his temperament is arrogant. How can he look down on a delicate young lady like Wen Ruan."

    The people around you talk to each other, chatting enthusiastically, unaware that there is a person standing not far away.

    Wen Ruan hugged her arms and leaned loosely on the bar not far from the table. Her eyelids drooped slightly, her index finger tapped her arm rhythmically, and she even yawned.

    She's been listening here for five minutes.

    In this short five minutes, the group heatedly discussed Fu Ershao's thrilling growth experience, and by the way, lamented how unfair it was for him to be his fiancée.

    Excellent gossip.

    "This Fu Ershao had a falling out with his family when he was in college, and even changed his name resolutely. Even Mr. Fu couldn't do anything about him. How could such a character be seen? Put on a vase like Wen Ruan's."

    Vase?

    Wen Ruan tilted her head and glanced at the man who said this.

    A match? I remember you.

    "Don't spread those words to Wen Ruan's ears, everyone knows that Wen Dong spoils this precious daughter. According to her stinky temper, it is estimated that you will not be able to eat and walk around!"

    The tone of the woman who said this was a little sour. She was wearing a white dress with complicated gauze and a white baby vegetable.

    Smelly?

    Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes.

    You are finished, I remember you too.

    At this moment, she finally turned her head and caught sight of Wen Ruan standing beside her.

    Slightly deliberate coughing spread among the group, and a group of people suddenly stopped.

    Someone immediately said stiffly: "Oh, Ruan Ruan, why did you come here without saying a word."

    The expression on Wen Ruan's face was not at all annoyed. After thinking for a while, he answered very seriously: "Because I was eavesdropping on you, so I didn't say anything."

    “…”

    No one thought that Wen Ruan would not even give in, so he answered the question so bluntly.

    Seeing that the people around her didn't speak, Wen Ruan sat down very calmly, then smiled and beckoned the waiter to order drinks, as if she didn't care about what happened just now: "What are you drinking? "

    It doesn't seem to care.

    The "match" just now flattered and said, "Ruan Ruan, I was just trying to sue you. You said that your fiancé didn't even come to his own engagement banquet, what kind of man is he! No responsibility at all!"

    Wen Ruan blinked her eyes, and her tone was a bit pitiful and innocent: "I'm also very sad, but he is the second young master of the Fu family..."

    "Match" was coaxed by Wen Ruan in a few words, and suddenly he looked like a macho: "What happened to the second young master? I want to see, like this, people who don't waste other people's feelings, He's a scumbag. If I knew where Fu Er was, I would definitely teach him a lesson for you!"

    "He's in Jiangcheng."

    "Huh?"

    "Master Fu told me that Fu Ershao is in Jiangcheng."

    Wen Ruan turned her head to look at "Match", and then showed an incomparably well-behaved smile, her tone was as if she could come out of water, "Thank you so much for taking the lead for me! I'll make it for you now A plane ticket to Jiangcheng!"

    After she finished speaking, she took out her mobile phone and clicked on the ticketing APP, and said solemnly: "Report your mobile phone number and ID number, I will book you first class... There is just a place left. It will be there tomorrow, thank you!"

    The match was obviously a little embarrassed. Seeing that Wen Ruan really wanted to book a ticket, he quickly reached out to stop him: "Hey, don't, don't, I'm just..."

    Wen Ruan looked up at him.

    Match scratched his head at a loss: "I'm just joking."

    Wen Ruan snorted softly, and burrowed into the sofa as if she was boneless: "If you have any opinion on my engagement banquet, you can hold a loudspeaker in front of Mr. Fu talk to my face, or put up a banner in front of my house to protest.”

    Speaking of this, she paused for a while, her tone emphasized word by word: "If you don't dare, just shut up."

    Everyone knows that Wen Ruan is the eldest lady who is petted in the palm of her hand. She usually looks soft and flattering, but when she encounters something, she wears it all over her body like a hedgehog With sharpness.

    Now, she clearly heard what Matchstick said before, and she taught her a lesson.

    The "white baby dish" just now saw this and hurriedly said, "Ruan Ruan, he said, don't worry about it. And Mr. Fu didn't give you all the engagement rings a week ago. Is it? How could it be possible to break off the marriage? You can rely on this golden mountain in the future..."

    Wen Ruan's brain hurts.

    This "white baby dish" stepped on his tail every word.

    Wen Ruan laughed without emotion, and took out a ring box from her bag.

    Wen Ruan raised her chin towards "White Baby Cabbage", and then threw the ring box in her direction at will.

    "White Baby Cabbage" was stunned for a moment, then hurriedly took over: "You are..."

    "It's my engagement ring with Fu's family, I'll give it to you." Wen Ruan put her head in the pillow, her tone sounded quite light: "From now on, you are Fu Ershao's. Fiancée, congratulations, you can rely on this golden mountain for a lifetime without worrying about food and drink. Congratulations!"

      It doesn't matter..."

    Wen Ruan tilted her head and wrapped her fingers around her hair. She yawned lazily, then propped herself up, her tone impatient: "I dare not answer your nonsense? I thought you didn't know that this matter has nothing to do with you."

    "White Baby Cabbage" knew that it was wrong, so he lowered his head and remained silent.

    Wen Ruan snorted softly: "Since you are all so curious, I will say it straight. It is impossible for me and Fu Ershao to get engaged. Whoever wants this ring wants it."

    When Wen Ruan was talking, the rotating lights on the stage just hit her palm-sized face, making the originally delicate facial features more attractive.

    Her eyes twinkled, belonging to the kind of aggressive beauty.

    At this moment, it looks like a soft and cute little milk cat showing its fangs, grinning and biting all the people who were making fun of him, and licking himself slowly claws.

    Everyone present knows that Wen Ruan can get into trouble with you, no matter how big or small, but in fact, he is eloquent, and he will report it.

    There is a black and gold screen between the tables.

      Ruan's charming face.

    Like the green hills under the blend of night and dark light, hidden in the dark mist, swallowing any spark.

    Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips and withdrew his gaze, his expression seemed a little indifferent.

    "Ah Lu, we can go." Fu Mingheng glanced at his watch and walked over from not far away.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and put down the wine glass in his hand.

    The hand holding the cup wall has distinct knuckles, and the knuckles are slender and stronger.

    "Stop."

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, put his index finger on his lips, and made a silent motion. A pair of cold eyes are full of indifference, but they seem to have seven points of warning.

    Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, then sighed: "I'm used to shouting, I forgot your name and changed it when you were in college."

    Fu Zhihuan: "It's fine."

    After he finished speaking, he stood up and walked out of the bar side by side with Fu Mingheng.

    "You finally came back from Jiangcheng, and you didn't go home?"

    "It's not necessary."

    "Hey, as your eldest brother, I still have to persuade you a few words. That little girl from the Wen family is quite well-behaved, so you just broke off the marriage..."

    "Is the car coming?" Fu Zhihuan interrupted.

    Fu Mingheng was stunned, obviously knowing that his persuasion was fruitless. So he shook his head helplessly and sighed: "I'll drive up from the parking lot, wait for me here."

    The rain is getting heavier.

    The road with potholes and potholes is full of water, and the wheels drive the water to splash, brushing layer after layer of mud.

    Nice?

    … very well-behaved.

    At this point, there are a lot of cars entering and leaving the parking lot.

    After about five or six minutes, Fu Mingheng was still stuck at the intersection and couldn't get out.

    At this moment, a familiar voice was heard from behind. Fu Zhihuan's brows moved slightly due to the crisp and pleasant voice and the neat tone.

    "Funny shit. I originally heard that there was a pretty boy singing in the Helens bar today, so I came to join in the fun. I didn't expect to hear the name of my cheap fiancé again, **** it! "

    Actually, it should be regarded as a former fiancé.

    Wen Ruan made a big noise a few days ago to break off the marriage, plus Fu Zhihuan's firm attitude not to meet, this marriage contract is obviously going to fail.

    There are only those seniors who are still out of love, keep a layer of window paper, and want to persuade both sides to mend the relationship.

    Between Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan, stood a couple snuggling and waiting for the rain.

    But the energetic female voice could still be heard:

    "Happy? Unless I tell me that Fu Ershao's grave has been blown up, I will never be happy today."

    "Bah, do I look like a person who is addicted to beauty? No matter how handsome I am, I can't like it! Men will never like Fu Ershao!"

    "If I don't marry, no one will marry me. I'd rather marry the son of the stinky tofu stall downstairs than marry that shit!"

    "Dogs delay my youth more than old men, **** it! If my father doesn't let me break off the marriage, I will take care of the young male star who just debuted and give Fu Er a cuckold!"

    A series of impassioned speeches in one go.

    Fu Zhihuan's eyebrows jumped down, he raised his hand and pressed his throbbing temple, the corners of his lips curved slightly, and he let out a low laugh without leaving a trace.

    I'm quite stubborn.

    "Miss Wen? Is this your thing?"

    At this moment, a waiter's voice suddenly came from behind.

    The male waiter in work uniform politely handed over a ring box.

    Wen Ruan really doesn't take this **** engagement ring seriously.

    But she suddenly put down the arrogant tone just now, covered the receiver, and immediately put on a sweet smile, her voice was as gentle and gentle as if she could squeeze water: "It's mine, Thank you for sending it to me."

    This tone is like two people just now.

    After the waiter left, Wen Ruancai released the receiver again, and said excitedly: "The waiter who just talked to me, handsome! Woo, woo, Fu Er, that dog man was hurt. My heart was instantly healed."

    Fu Zhihuan: "…"

    As Wen Ruan said, he opened his umbrella and stepped into the rain.

    Only when she passed the trash can, she stopped and raised her hand.

    The ring box entered the trash in a perfect parabola.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced in her direction, and there was not much turbulence in the bottom of his eyes.

    This engagement will soon cease to exist.

    They are two completely different people, there is no need to have too much involvement.

    DiDi

    Fu Mingheng finally drove up. He rolled down the window and honked the horn.

    Fu Zhihuan took a step, opened the door, and got into the car.

    "I think I saw Miss Wen just now?" Fu Mingheng looked around.

    Fu Zhihuan's voice was cold: "Let's go."

      I went to the Public Security Bureau a few days ago to get the information about the case 20 years ago."

    Fu Zhihuan took it.

    The first piece of information opened is a colorful smiling face of a five- or six-year-old girl.

    "Zhihuan, you have to know that my little sister has been dead for 20 years, and the suspect has not yet been identified. After so many years, the relevant evidence cannot be found..." Fu Mingheng raised his head, from Looking at the person sitting in the back row in the rearview mirror, his tone was a little low: "Life is long, don't be trapped in the past."

    "Some things don't matter to me the length of time."

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, his dark eyes concealed an imperceptible point of light: "Even if he becomes bones or ashes, I will personally bring him out to court."

    The author has something to say: This is the fourth book this year.

    I was writing seamlessly before, and I really couldn't keep up with my status, and the rhythm of writing was getting worse and worse.

    This is a completely sweet and light-hearted style! Interspersed with lawsuits and other cases! It is different from the slightly depressing style of writing before.

    The male and female protagonists are prosecutors X lawyers, non-traditional professional elites, mainly want to create a sense of contrast, please correct me if the writing is insufficient.

    I will consult lawyers and friends who study law to write about the law. If there are loopholes, please correct me.

    There are big mistakes in the writing style of the previous books, and I will try my best to correct the problem of grammar.

    Trap bugs and red packets.

    And then, please give me more advice!