Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    It was just dawn this morning, Wen Ruan got up and started to work on skin care and outfits.

    After trying on seven or eight pieces of clothes in a row, I chose a white chiffon one-line neck off-shoulder dress.

    She looked in the mirror and admired herself.

    Very satisfied!

    Showing the collarbone half-covered like this, revealing the perfect neckline, is simply simple and full of temptation.

    In order to prepare for this "date" last night, Wen Ruan stayed up all night to review the videos of all the UP masters of the beauty song at station B, and finally locked his eyes on a title that was very refreshing and refined at first glance :

    [Japanese soft cute grievance innocent makeup] daily dating must learn | cut male makeup TOP1 |

    It's just for you!

    So, she quickly sat in front of the make-up mirror, watching the video, and began to prepare for today's date makeup.

    When Fu Zhihuan passed by Wen Ruan's room for the first time, he caught a glimpse of her pursing her lips from the corner of the eye, and carefully stretched out her hand with a pair of tweezers and gestured at his eyebrows.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Plug your eyebrows."

    “…”

    Maybe with Fu Zhihuan's knowledge, she may never understand why girls pull out their eyebrows.

    So he took the water glass and left without asking.

    And ten minutes later, when Fu Zhihuan passed by the door of Wen Ruan's room for the second time, he caught a glimpse of her still pursing her lips and twitching her eyebrows carefully.

    "What are you doing?"

    "Draw the eyebrows."

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time before asking, "Why paint?"

    "To make the eyebrows appear more."

    "If that's the case, then why did you pull it out?"

    “…”

    Wen Ruan put down the eyebrow pencil in her hand, took a deep breath, turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan, and smiled: "The Count seems to be calling you in the living room just now."

    Fu Zhihuan frowned, as if he wanted to speak.

    But Wen Ruan did not give him this chance, but stood up with a smile, walked to Fu Zhihuan, and closed the door mercilessly.

    She is warm, and from now on, she will never wear makeup in front of straight men.

    Today is a sunny day.

    On the way to pick up Simon, Wen Ruan sat very upright in the passenger seat, straightened her back deliberately, and brushed her hair from time to time.

    Like the kind of heroine you see in the movie.

    She sprayed some perfume on the back of her neck, ears and wrists today, and it was the kind of sober, not irritating, and with some fragrance.

    In addition, I took a special bath and washed my hair last night. Today, the absolute charm index is five stars!

    But Wen Ruan nervously looked forward to the whole journey, but did not see the dog man next to him let out a fart.

    I waited and waited, but I became anxious first.

    So she coughed and took the initiative to attack while waiting for the red light.

    She pushed her hair aside, propped her arms against the car door, held her head and looked in Fu Zhihuan's direction, and said sweetly with her throat pressed: "Do you think I am today and yesterday? , is there any difference?"

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at her: "Does your throat hurt?"

    "?"

    "Have a cold?"

    "?"

    "Drink more water."

    Wen Ruan's face suddenly collapsed, she pursed her lower lip, turned around without saying a word, turned her back to Fu Zhihuan's direction, and slumped into the chair with her head above her head. Like a dark cloud.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't understand the sudden emotions of the people around him.

    Then, her eyes dimmed.

    Wen Ruan's chiffon skirt, the back is fastened with ties.

    From this angle, you can see the pair of beautiful butterfly bones and fair skin with a porcelain feel.

    Fu Zhihuan's eyes dimmed, and the hand holding the steering wheel tightened slightly.

    After a long silence, he withdrew his gaze and turned his head to look at the traffic light ahead, and reached out to adjust his neckline.

    A simple action, but with an inexplicable restlessness.

    And Wen Ruan on the other end was so angry

    I am a bedtime champion. I woke up at 6:00 this morning and put on my makeup. Not only did I put on the eye makeup, but also the newly bought lipstick, before going out. Clipped hair.

    Being so carefully dressed, this dog man didn't see anything.

    Damn!

    As a result, the atmosphere in the car suddenly dropped to freezing point, as if it were about to freeze.

    The rigid atmosphere was not broken until Simon got into the car.

    "Hello sister Wen."

    Jiang Zishen seemed to be in high spirits, and even abandoned the title of "Auntie".

    Wen Ruan didn't bring her temper to the child, she turned her head, smiled and stroked Jiang Zishen's hair, and said, "Good morning."

    Jiang Zishen gave Wen Ruan a serious look, and then said crisply, "Sister Wen Ruan is so beautiful today, the new hairstyle and the color of her eyes look good, and her body is still fragrant. Yes! And the color of my mouth feels different from yesterday!"

    The gloom in Wen Ruan's heart was instantly swept away, and she even forgot the threat of this little brat yesterday.

    She coughed, turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan, raised her chin proudly, and raised her voice deliberately to remind: "Simon is so smart, so young can find some twenty-somethings. It's something that no grown-up has ever noticed."

    A certain adult in his twenties, Fu Zhihuan, turned his head, stared at Wen Ruan for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "So, you want me to praise you?"

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled, then hurriedly avoided Fu Zhihuan's sight, bit her lip and blushed: "Who, who thought so?"

    Fu Zhihuan still had a smile in his eyes. He raised his finger, lightly tapped the steering wheel, and said, "The new hairstyle and this perfume suit you very well."

    Wen Ruan felt that her heart suddenly stopped for a second, she subconsciously squeezed her skirt, raised her eyes and looked in the direction of Fu Zhihuan.

    Could it be that this dog man is finally coming to his senses?

    "However, the temperature will drop sharply around 4:00 pm today, and it will be sunny and cloudy with possible strokes and light rain."

    Fu Zhihuan paused, glanced at Wen Ruan's clothes, and added lightly: "Frequently blowing the cold wind and not paying attention to the warmth of the clothes will easily lead to chronic diseases. Before going out, you must learn to watch the weather The habit of forecasting."

    …Come on.

    This time, the whole car was surprisingly quiet, and even Jiang Zishen in the back seat closed his mouth.

    Cannot bring.

    Really not.

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while, then turned her head without saying a word, her expression visibly collapsed.

    After a long time, she spoke, and her voice seemed to drop several times: "Mr. Fu, I unilaterally launched a five-hour cold war with you, while the cold war continues to freeze, please don't fight with me. get in a word."

    Fu Zhihuan: "…"

    Jiang Zishen felt that this matter was difficult to handle.

    Because Wen Ruan is obviously a man of his word, since he got out of the car and entered the playground, he really hasn't said a word to Fu Zhihuan.

    So, the communication between the two basically relies on their own communication.

    For example—

    "Tell your uncle Fu, I want to go to the toilet first."

    "Okay, Uncle Fu, Sister Wen said she wanted to go to the toilet."

    "Good."

    "Sister Wen, Uncle Fu said it's fine."

    So, these two people, who were clearly less than half a meter apart, let Jiang Zishen pass on the words for half an hour.

    The tormented classmate Jiang Zi and Shen Xiao decided that this painful cold war must be ended early.

    He thought about the love scene of the hero and heroine he had seen in the TV series, and finally looked up and locked his eyes on the Ferris wheel not far away.

    Yes, the Ferris wheel.

    The beginning of all idol dramas starts here.

    So Jiang Zishen stretched out his little hand and pointed in the direction of the Ferris wheel, and said in a milky voice, "Sister Wen Ruan, shall we go ride the Ferris wheel?"

    Wen Ruan followed the direction of Jiang Zishen's finger to look at the unattainable place, and suddenly felt heartbroken.

    She was afraid of heights since she was a child, and basically insulated most of the facilities of the playground. Now standing at the bottom just looking at it, I feel a little weak and flustered.

    So Wen Ruan swallowed her saliva, took two steps back quietly with a dry smile, trying to divert Jiang Zishen's attention: "The Ferris wheel is boring! You can only sit and waste time, It's boring at first glance, otherwise let's go to the children's area and see?"

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at Wen Ruan when he heard the sound.

    Her complexion was a little pale, and her tone was more deliberately disguising her panic than before, and even her eyes flashed a little.

    Are you afraid of heights?

    Jiang Zishen tried to persuade again: "It's alright, I think..."

    "Simon."

    Fu Zhihuan reached out and patted his back, then said in a low voice, "Go and see the others."

    Since the two protagonists refused, Jiang Zishen had to cancel the plan.

    He drooped his head and took a few steps forward, who would have seen a place where he shot balloons in a blink of an eye.

    And the first prize is the Iron Man model that I like for a long time!

    Jiang Zishen's expression suddenly jumped up, he pulled Wen Ruan's sleeve and pointed in that direction: "I want that!"

    Wen Ruan glanced in the direction Jiang Zishen pointed.

    Balloon.

    There doesn't seem to be any difficult game, not to mention that when she was a child, she secretly went to the back playground with her kindergarten classmates to play slingshots, and she was always 100% hit.

    Therefore, Wen Ruan responded with a full mouth, took a step forward with arrogance, and led Jiang Zishen towards the position where he would play the balloon.

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, so he had to keep up, leaning on the table on the other side to watch Wen Ruan confidently pick up the **** on the side and pay the money readily.

    The boss got up cheerfully: "Miss, thirty dollars and ten guns, that Iron Man model can be given with eight shots."

    Eight shots.

    Wen Ruan pondered for a moment, then looked at the distance of the balloon.

    It's not very far, and with so many balloons, it shouldn't be a big problem.

    Just like that, she paid with confidence.

    Then just ten shots in the air—

    Nothing happened.

    Wen Ruan calmly analyzed: "There must be something wrong with your guns."

    Boss: "Impossible, we are a regular business."

    Jiang Zishen was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand and pulled Lawen Ruan's sleeve, and said, "How about I try it?"

    Wen Ruan felt that she would never be crushed by a child, so she paid the money unconvinced and carried Jiang Zishen onto the chair.

    Then, ten more shots—

    Nothing happened.

    But before Wen Ruan had time to laugh, one of the balloons shook, and then the reflex arc exploded violently.

    "Bang-"

    The boss laughed: "Congratulations to the child for getting a shot! The prize is a candy!"

    Although I didn't get Iron Man, Jiang Zishen obviously felt that he had defeated an adult, and it was still very honorable.

    So he proudly took the candy and put it in his pocket: "I'm going back today to write this in my composition!"

    Wen Ruan felt that this incident was a naked provocation and insult to herself.

    So she was unconvinced and fought with the group of balloons. After a tiger-like operation of paying for bullets and changing guns, there was finally a loud explosion—

    "Bang!"

    The boss grinned: "Congratulations, Miss, for getting an exploding balloon after shooting thirty-two in a row! This is your candy!"

    …Why so detailed?

    Wen Ruan was not happy at all, she pursed her mouth aggrieved, and finally realized that she might not have any shooting talent at all.

    Not even a schoolboy.

    Fu Zhihuan stood with his arms crossed and watched for nearly ten minutes.

    He could clearly see Wen Ruan's drooping eyes, that bit of annoyed loss.

    When the little girl was unhappy, even her eyelashes were trembling, and sadness was written all over her body.

    Fu Zhihuan sighed silently, then straightened up and walked towards Wen Ruan.

    Since the money has been spent, the remaining eight shots are still to be fired.

    Although she was very depressed, Wen Ruan still picked up the **** and prepared for the thirty-third desperate fight with the balloon.

    And just when she was about to pull the trigger, an arm suddenly propped up on her side.

    The next second, Wen Ruan was shrouded in a black shadow, and there was no familiar aura around her.

    "Gun, that's not how you hold it."

    Fu Zhihuan was only half a fist away from her at this moment, and she could even feel the hot temperature touching Wen Ruan's back very clearly.

    Although they were not close to each other, there was still a burning sensation.

    "Come on, hold on."

    The breath seems to be touching the earlobe, causing a tingling feeling.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand, held the gun for Wen Ruan, and then held her arm to teach her to adjust her posture step by step.

    Perhaps for the convenience of guidance, Fu Zhihuan bent down to adapt to Wen Ruan's height.

    If you don't pay attention, it will be as if he is hugging him.

    "Don't get too close to the scope and lean your head back."

    "Find your breathing."

    "Relax."

    How the **** is this relaxing?

    Although Wen Ruan recited many times in his heart to calm down, his heart still couldn't control it.

    The more suggestive, the quicker the breathing.

    Finally, she heard Fu Zhihuan's tone like a smirk: "Child, why are you so nervous?"

    The author has something to say: there is a class today, and then a lecture is arranged by the student union…

    This piece is as fat as possible, and it may not be able to double.

    If there is no second update before one point, don't wait, I will try my best!

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