Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    With the talk just now, Wen Ruan's mood that had been stagnant for a long time was finally relieved.

    When I was in a good mood, I bought a sugar painting for Jiang Zichen next to me.

    The two were waiting for the sugar painting, Jiang Zishen looked around to make sure that Fu Zhihuan was not nearby, and then whispered in a low voice: "Sister Wen, that aunt just now seems to like Brother Fu. "

    When Wen Ruan heard these words, the alarm bell rang loudly.

    No wonder she always felt that He Ziqin's hostility towards her was inexplicable, so it turned out to be the case.

    Recalling the time when she just passed, He Ziqin looked at Fu Zhihuan's sweet smile. For some reason, her heart suddenly felt a little sour.

    Wen Ruan raised her head and looked back.

    Fu Zhihuan did not follow.

    I knew I had to endure it just now.

    Wen Ruan recalled his sharp teeth and sharp mouth when he just attacked He Ziqin, and felt that from the point of view of a bystander, it was like the kind of yin and yang sarcasm in TV dramas Evil girl.

    Now He Ziqin must be pretending to be a little white flower, whispering ill of himself to Fu Zhihuan.

    Thinking about this, she became even more depressed.

    As soon as she was in a low mood, she turned into the look of "mourning" written all over her body.

    Jiang Zishen originally wanted to inform Wen Ruan to be more vigilant, but he didn't expect the person beside him to be in a sunny mood just now, and the moment he heard his words, again and again turned into a thunderstorm.

    He swallowed and took a few steps to the side, not daring to make a sound.

    "What's wrong?"

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruan.

    He slowed down his speech a little, but the syllables of every word seemed to be deeper and deeper: "Are you in a bad mood?"

    Hearing Fu Zhihuan's voice, Wen Ruan was slightly startled, her back stiffened. But then, as if thinking of something, he turned his head in a fit of anger, and made a light "hum".

    Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly, and put his eyes on Jiang Zishen: "Did you make her angry?"

    Jiang Zishen shook his head like a rattle.

    "How can a child make me angry."

    Wen Ruan opened her mouth angrily, stretched out her hand to take the sugar painting and handed it to Jiang Zishen, then stood up and raised her chin slightly arrogantly: "Thirteen minutes have passed, you Finally finished chatting with that Miss He and then remembered us?"

    Fu Zhihuan looked at the puffed-up girl in front of him, helplessly stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone, then chuckled softly, and said, "So, who are you sulking? "

    Wen Ruan twisted her head and pretended to be calm: "I'm not sulking."

    "Wen Ruan."

    Fu Zhihuan suddenly shouted softly, with a calm tone.

    Wen Ruan turned her head subconsciously.

    The next second, a small gift bag appeared in front of you, with a unique ribbon on it and the boutique's LOGE printed on it.

    Fu Zhihuan: "Take it, this is the thirteen minutes."

    Wen Ruan was stunned, and was caught off guard by this sudden gift. I only felt that my originally angry emotions were instantly drowned out by a drizzle.

    The girl's heart also seemed to be inductive and began to beat.

    She stretched out her hand to take the boutique bag, but did not open it immediately, but asked as if she was still arguing: "Why did you give me a gift?"

    Fu Zhihuan did not answer Wen Ruan's words directly, but chuckled lightly and asked, "Are you in a better mood?"

    Crowds come and go in the amusement park, and there are also vendors walking past the roadside holding colorful balloons, the picture is jubilant and lively.

    Two people stood in the middle of the street, their faces matched, and the scene was harmonious and beautiful.

    Jiang Zishen looked at this beautiful scene, yawned, and turned his head to look at the sugar painting he was holding in his hand.

    I actually used the method he taught to flirt with girls, and I didn't even get a commission.

    It's too much.

    After dinner, it was already afternoon.

    The weather was really like what Fu Zhihuan said in the morning. After the scorching sun at noon passed, it quickly turned cloudy, and after a while, it even started to rain.

    The sky in Jiangcheng is always so fickle.

    Wen Ruan finally found out that Fu Zhihuan's advice in the morning was not nitpicking.

    This off-shoulder chiffon dress is beautiful, but it's really cold.

    As soon as the wind blew, she felt cold air pouring into her body from all directions, mixed with an icy tingling sensation, which made Wen Ruan instantly doubt her life.

    There are many girls in the amusement park who are not very dressed.

    It's just that at this moment, most of them are snuggling into their boyfriend's arms, or wearing a boy's coat, they look not only not cold, but also very sweet.

    What is the most exciting thing in the world?

      go."

    Therefore, Wen Ruan turned her head tentatively, and her eyes fell on Fu Zhihuan who was on the side.

    Very well, he's wearing a coat.

    The time is ripe, and he also gave him a small gift not long ago...

    The matter of borrowing a coat will definitely become a major emotional sublimation point.

    Thinking like this, Wen Ruan rubbed her arms and pretended not to say, "It's so cold."

    "Fortunately, I'm not very cold." Mr. Fu Zhihuan said.

    Wen Ruan was silent.

    Is it not obvious enough?

    So she rubbed her nose, took a deep breath, and sneezed very deliberately and loudly: "Ah Qiu!"

    Fu Zhihuan heard the sound, turned his head slightly, and looked at Wen Ruan without any deviation.

    Wen Ruan also looked at Fu Zhihuan, then looked down, set her eyes on his coat, and pretended to say casually: "Oh, Mr. Fu, you're wearing a coat today, it's true Foresight."

    Is it obvious this time?

    However, Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time without speaking.

    …The atmosphere seemed a little awkward.

    After a long time, Wen Ruan heard a soft, low laugh from the person in front of him. The voice seemed to come from the chest, with some magnetism and a low hoarseness.

    "What are you laughing at?"

    "Want to borrow my coat?" Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes, the smile in his eyes still lingering, "You can tell me directly."

    "Who, who wants your coat!"

    Wen Ruan was exposed, her face flushed red, she turned her head awkwardly, and then moved a few steps to the side to show her innocence: "I'm not cold at all!"

    However, as soon as the words fell, Wen Ruan felt himself sinking.

    Afterwards, a warm breath enveloped the whole body, and an inexplicable sense of security flooded into my heart.

    Fu Zhihuan put his coat on Wen Ruan, then straightened up and said lightly, "Let's go, it's time to go back."

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a while, and after a long reaction, she lowered her head silently, stretched out her hand and gently pulled Fu Zhihuan's clothes.

    The warm feeling spread all the way, burning my heart again and again.

    The surrounding wind became softer at this moment.

    It's like coming wrapped in spring, blowing every inch of the land into blooming thousands of bunches of flowers.

    Sure enough, although this man sometimes speaks very irritatingly.

    But I still like him very much.

    At this moment, little Jiang Zishen let out a series of loud sneezes—

    "Ah Autumn! Ah Autumn! Ah Autumn!"

    Three at once, even with some echoes.

    Wen Ruan turned her head, only to find that Jiang Zichen was also wearing short-sleeved shorts today, his whole face was wrinkled, shivering in the cold wind.

    Wen Ruan sighed, took off Fu Zhihuan's coat with a smile, then squatted down and draped it over Jiang Zishen.

    By the way, he reached out his hand and wrapped him tightly.

    "Eh? Sister Wen Ruan, you don't wear much."

    Jiang Zishen was wearing a long coat and looked like a cute little radish.

    Wen Ruan laughed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his head, nodded, and said generously: "Adults are not afraid of cold."

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head, and Wen Ruan's figure was reflected in his dark eyes.

    She is indeed a completely different person from herself.

    It's like a silent pool in a deep forest, and one day a lively and enthusiastic fish suddenly came.

    After smelling such a little vitality, I will never let it go.

    After sending Jiang Zishen home, the sky was getting dark.

    Perhaps because of the cold wind blowing all afternoon, Wen Ruan felt that her nose was numb and itchy.

    It seems to be a small cold.

    Just as the two were about to call home, Fu Zhihuan suddenly received a call.

    Although Wen Ruan didn't know what was said in the microphone, he could clearly see his brows furrowed inch by inch, and the hand holding the steering wheel gradually closed.

    It seems that it should be a matter of work.

    "Okay, I'll come now."

    After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhihuan turned his head and said sorry to Wen Ruan: "There are some temporary problems at work, I will call a taxi for you."

    Wen Ruan smiled and waved: "It's fine, I'll just go back by myself later."

    However, as soon as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang.

    Wen Ruan frowned suspiciously and glanced at the caller ID—

    Professor Su from the law firm.

    "Wen Ruan, you have to come to the office now. A few police officers suddenly came here and said they wanted to find out about the situation."

    "Police?"

    "Well, yes. They didn't tell me in detail, but it seems to be about Lu Kechen." Professor Su lowered his voice and said, "There is a case, and they suspect that it has something to do with Lu Kechen. ."

    Torrential rain.

    The rain was falling, washing away the muddy soil. The muddy water flowed down the **** all the way into the swift river water.

    The scene was cordoned off, and people passing by to watch the lively crowd surrounded the outside, craned their necks to look inside.

    "Old Master, you are here."

    Zhao Zichen held an umbrella and walked to Fu Zhihuan's side, frowning, "Well, it was an eighteen-year-old boy who died. His name was Gu Chencheng. He looked like he fell into the water."

    Fu Zhihuan responded, bent over and approached the scene, took the gloves handed by the policeman and put it on, and then took the relevant information about the case.

    After the body was recovered, it was sent to the forensic department for examination.

    Fu Zhihuan opened the first page, but frowned.

    The victim looked very young, but her hair was hot with tin foil, and her eyebrows looked a bit ruffian. Study hard for the little young man who is messing around.

    And—

    Fu Zhihuan frowned.

    Why does it look familiar?

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