Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled, then reacted and looked for fame.

    Fu Zhihuan's eyes had a hint of a smile that was not a smile. Although it was just two words, it seemed quite meaningful to read from his mouth.

    "Why are you here?" Wen Ruan asked.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his thumb, clicked the car behind him, and said lightly, "I'll take you home."

     Pick you up home.

    This sentence made Wen Ruan's heart rush like a deer.

    It sounds like the two have a very close relationship.

    By rounding up, it can be considered that they have confirmed their relationship!

    Wen Ruan suddenly remembered the question Fu Zhihuan asked just now: "Mr. Qin and I are indeed acquaintances. He was my senior in college."

    Speaking of this, she paused, turned to look at Qin Ziran and smiled: "However, I almost didn't recognize it at first."

    "Then I'm so sad." Qin Ziran said so, but his tone didn't seem to mind.

      "

    "?"

    Wen Ruan: "You are quite proud? I'm sorry, no wonder the peach blossom luck was so bad at that time."

    Fu Zhihuan looked at Wen Ruan's smiling face, inexplicably a little irritable.

    The two chatted very happily, chatting in front of Fu Zhihuan like a pair of sparrows, and even flapping their wings defiantly.

    He frowned slightly, and his whole body was full of impatience.

    Who Wen Ruan knows or is a classmate with is completely none of his business. But I don't know why, but the bottom of my heart is always like a thorn that has been burned by fire, which makes people feel restless.

    It's annoying.

    Jiang Zishen stood aside, his eyes twitched on the faces of the three, and then he suddenly opened his eyes as if he had discovered something, and his eyes suddenly brightened—

    Oh!

    It is!

    Surely a complex adult!

    Qin Ziran was the first to react, he laughed heartily, and extended his hand to Fu Zhihuan to say hello: "Mr. Fu, long time no see, are you here to pick up Jiang Zishen?"

    In fact, Qin Ziran also met Fu Zhihuan, because Jiang Zishen's father travels all year round to work overtime, so many times this gentleman drives his eye-catching Porsche to the children pick up.

    As a teacher, in order to take into account the influence, Qin Ziran euphemistically mentioned that it is best not to drive such a car to pick up children, so as not to make children have vanity and compare each other.

    Fu Zhihuan expressed his understanding, so the next day he asked a friend to borrow a pink beetle full of cartoon stickers.

    The gate of the school was directly blocked, and the children watching were three layers and three layers outside.

    Qin Ziran said to Fu Zhihuan on the same day, "You should change back to Porsche."

    He leaned forward slightly, then raised his head, squinted his eyes, raised his lips and said slowly, "Thank you, Teacher Qin, for taking care of him."

    Qin Ziran: "...don't thank me, this is what I should do."

    Although it's a normal polite remark, why do you feel like you're being intimidated?

    But Wen Ruan was completely unaware of the smoke here. She took Jiang Zishen's hand, walked to Fu Zhihuan, and asked casually, "Your work is over so soon?"

    "Hmmm, faster than expected."

    Fu Zhihuan let go of his hand, he straightened up, his face was as calm as ever.

    Qin Ziran quietly rubbed the back of his sore hand, looked up and saw Wen Ruan was leaving, and hurriedly shouted, "Hey, don't forget that."

    "Don't worry."

    Wen Ruan laughed, "See you in a few days."

    How many days?

    See you?

    …Why do I feel like I’m being intimidated again?

    Wen Ruan was still looking for where the car was parked, completely unaware of Fu Zhihuan's eyes.

    However, Jiang Zishen, who was standing aside, once again had a panoramic view of all this. He was carrying a small schoolbag and quickly captured this wonderful picture-

    Wow!

    It's a war for adults!

    However, when Jiang Zishen was eagerly preparing to continue eating melons, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and collided with his eyes abruptly.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "Are you happy to see it?"

    Jiang Zishen stood at attention immediately, made a good expression by the way, and shouted, "Good afternoon, Uncle Fu Zhihuan!"

    Wen Ruan turned her head and just heard this sentence.

    She suddenly felt that she was suffocated all afternoon, and at this moment all disappeared.

    No matter how good-looking you are, you don't have to be called uncle by a little kid.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't react much, he just quietly looked at Jiang Zishen for a while, then squatted down, reached out and rubbed his head.

    Although Fu Zhihuan's tone was laughing, he said at a low speed: "Call brother, and then I will pick you up home."

    Although it was just an ordinary sentence, Wen Ruan heard an inexplicable threat.

    Sure enough, before Jiang Zichen could speak, Fu Zhihuan said again, "Otherwise, you can follow the car."

    Naked. Naked threats.

    Jiang Zi shrunk his neck: "Good afternoon, Brother Fu..."

    After he finished speaking, he stepped into the car with short legs.

    Too much?

    How cruel to children?

    Wen Ruan approached Fu Zhihuan and presided over justice with akimbo on his hips and indignantly: "You're threatening even children, you are too hateful."

    "Kids?"

    Fu Zhihuan stood up straight, glanced at Wen Ruan, and then laughed: "You will regret speaking for him later."

    The car starts.

    At this time, it was the rush hour, and it was just in time for the parent-teacher meeting, and the road was even more impassable.

    However, the car was not far away, and Jiang Zishen, who was sitting in the back seat, seemed to suddenly remember something: "Uncle Fu, stop the car! I remember that I haven't bought the exercise book that the teacher asked for."

    Fu Zhihuan responded and pulled the car to a stop.

    "Do you need me to accompany you?" Wen Ruan asked.

    "No need for Aunt Wen, the bookstore is nearby, I can go by myself."

    Jiang Zishen said, opened the door, jumped out of the car, and then sped out.

    "?"

    Wen Ruan's smiling face disappeared.

    Fu Zhihuan snorted softly and commented: "Wonderful."

    Wen Ruan: "Turn off."

    She felt numb.

    Today, Wen Ruan has been able to accept the title "Auntie" from resistance at the beginning.

    She was silent for a while, then turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan, gritted her teeth and asked, "I have broken the record of being called auntie in my life today. But I have a question. How did you form the habit?"

    Fu Zhihuan leaned his back on the seat, held the steering wheel with his right hand, and tapped the rhythm with his index finger: "He did it on purpose."

    "Intentionally?"

    "Well." Fu Zhihuan turned his head, looked at the small figure standing in front of the bookstore, and said in a deep tone, "Simon has been without the company of his relatives since he was a child, and has been following his father all the time. I moved and transferred schools, and I didn’t have any very good friends.”

    "He called it so deliberately in order to attract attention and impress people."

    Jiang Zishen always felt that he was dispensable.

    I was disliked and hated by many relatives, and I never had a close friend. Having been in foster care in many different families, I was never alone.

    That's why he uses this method to win the attention of others.

    After Wen Ruan understood this, she suddenly felt sad.

    However, before she began to become motherly, she heard Fu Zhihuan's voice with some warnings—

    "But I advise you not to show sympathy to him just because of that."

    Fu Zhihuan said slowly, "He is much smarter than you think."

    Wen Ruan didn't believe it: "Don't you say that in revenge for calling your uncle?"

    Fu Zhihuan: "…"

    While speaking, Jiang Zishen had already bought the book, he climbed to the back seat and did it obediently, holding the schoolbag on his lap: "I'm done buying, thank you for waiting for me ."

    So polite!

    Sure enough, Fu Zhihuan must be prejudiced against such a cute and well-behaved child because he was called uncle.

    “What would you like to eat?”

    Fu Zhihuan refastened his seat belt and started the car: "I'll take you to the Judo gym after dinner."

    Today is Friday, Jiang Zichen has a judo class tonight.

    His eyes lit up when he heard this: "I want to eat pizza!"

    "No." Fu Zhihuan quickly rejected the plan, "You have eaten fast food too many times recently."

    When Jiang Zi heard this, he immediately shrank like an eggplant hit by frost. He turned his head and looked at Wen Ruan with a pitiful expression, as if trying to impress her.

    Wen Ruan refused righteously: "I think your brother Fu is right. Children like you must eat less fast food."

    The surroundings were quiet for a few seconds, and only the rustling of the car air conditioner was heard.

    Jiang Zi looked at Wen Ruan for a while, put away the pitiful expression just now, and calmly opened the school bag and took out a picture book from it.

    Wen Ruan suddenly felt a bad feeling in her heart.

    As expected, in the next second, Jiang Zi and Shen Xiao turned the picture book to one of the pages—

    It is a graffiti drawn by Wen Ruan during the parent-teacher meeting.

    Then, Jiang Zishen raised his head, looked at the driver's seat, and slowly took a deep breath, as if preparing to speak—

    "Wait!"

    Wen Ruan hurriedly rushed over and covered the exercise book: "I think children can eat whatever they want! Why deprive children of their happiness!"

    Fu Zhihuan paused for a while, then raised his eyes, his eyes were slightly sideways, he glanced at Wen Ruan from the rearview mirror, and then narrowed his eyes: "What did you say?"

    Jiang Zishen calmly put away the picture book and stared at Wen Ruan in front of him with a pair of round eyes.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then gritted her teeth: "I said, Simon must go to eat pizza, we should let children feel happiness, not restraint."

    "His."

    Fu Zhihuan felt a bit of a headache, he raised his hand and pinched his brow bone, turned his head at the traffic light, and glanced at the adult and a child in the back seat.

    "Wen Ruan?"

    The low voice was questioning.

    Wen Ruan made a gesture of clasping his hands together, and his voice was very soft: "Please, please, just this time."

    "...line."

    Perhaps Wen Ruan's begging eyes were too hot, Fu Zhihuan's throat rolled, swallowed, and after a long silence, he said, "Just this time."

    Jiang Zishen's eyes lit up again, and by the way he said sweetly: "Thank you sister, sister is so nice!"

    Wen Ruan gave him a bitter look.

    Now know how to call her sister?

    Sure enough, Fu Zhihuan was right.

    This kid is no ordinary horror.

    The author has something to say: *There will be an update around 11:20 tonight, the baby who can't wait can go to bed first

    Red envelopes will be sent together at the second update.

    But when it comes to naming things, in order to show that I am different from others, I always take the names of my friends and call them out to show intimacy.

    There is a friend who has a nickname with "Fu", I call her Xiaocao, and sometimes the homophonic sound is Xiaocao.

    There is a friend whose name has "绻", I call her next to the small twisted silk, sometimes rounding up becomes a small foot.

    And then I got karma too—

    Because they called me Xiaori, and occasionally called me Xiaotong.

    Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-2201:47:36~2019-12-2221:17:37

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: fairy ^O^1;

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