Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    In this way, Wen Ruan walked into Fu Zhihuan's ward under Zhao Zichen's respectful gaze, and closed the door by the way.

    Fu Zhihuan was leaning against the head of the bed reading a book when he saw Wen Ruan come in, and put down the things in his hand: "Is there someone outside?"

    "Well, the lady who came to your house to get clothes yesterday." Wen Ruan put the folder on the cabinet, then sat down in front of Fu Zhihuan: "They made chicken soup for you, I heard It started stewing at six or seven in the morning."

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly: "Then what?"

    Wen Ruan: "And then I drove him away."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed: "Why?"

    "It's uncomfortable to see her."

    Wen Ruan said these words lightly, with a calm expression on her face.

    She opened the lunch box she brought layer by layer, handed it to Fu Zhihuan, and then said righteously: "The main thing is that I also brought you lunch, but it took me two full hours to prepare. So of course I have to drive her away, otherwise I'll be wasting my time?"

    It's pretty self-righteous.

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly, and then his eyes fell on the lunch box in Wen Ruan's hand.

    Then fell into silence.

    This lunch box is three stories high, with a cute pink heart pattern printed on it, and a pink pig that looks like a hair dryer with open and honest hands, looking full of girlish hearts.

    He was shocked by the delicate color.

    “…”

    Seeing Fu Zhihuan's strange expression, Wen Ruan knew that he must dislike the color of this lunch box.

    But this is the most normal lunch box I found in a small convenience store nearby.

    So Wen Ruan forcibly explained: "Don't you think that using this lunch box will make you look very young and childlike? When I bought the lunch box, there was a little brother from a kindergarten who insisted on robbing me. Well. You see, I don't dislike it."

    Fu Zhihuan gave her a cool look.

    "..." That's because it's not you who is serving the meal.

    Seeing that Fu Zhihuan still didn't answer, Wen Ruan took back the lunch box in a fit of anger and put on a distraught expression: "Sure enough, you just want to drink the chicken soup stewed by the lady."

    "Stop."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, stretched out his hand to take it, lowered his head, picked up a chopstick and took a bite.

    “…”

    He was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at Wen Ruan in front of him, and asked, "Two hours?"

    Wen Ruan suddenly felt a little guilty: "Yes."

    "The fish-flavored shredded pork and mushroom stewed chicken soup from Xiaoshan Kitchen, braised fish nuggets and chestnut steamed chicken from Yingchun Restaurant, and desserts from Sihefang." Fu Zhihuan paused, "You spent two hours?"

    "I bought the lunch box!" Wen Ruan straightened her chest and insisted: "I also put the plate! And I personally, personally watched them bring it out!"

    “…”

    "Are you dissatisfied? You were training me just now, didn't you? Are you already disappointed with me?" Wen Ruan put on the grief-stricken expression just now. Appearance: "Sure enough, you still want to drink chicken soup stewed by others."

    "No." Fu Zhihuan had nothing to do with her, so he could only laugh helplessly, and then corrected: "I'm not familiar with Peng Mengyin."

    "Well, I know."

    Wen Ruan didn't take it to heart at all.

    As she continued casually, she took out the yogurt she had brought to Fu Zhihuan, opened the plastic packaging of the straw, and asked, "Do you want to drink yogurt?"

    Fu Zhihuan replied casually, "Yes."

    Wen Ruan then explained ramble: "I'm not stupid and sweet, so obvious things can't be seen. Coupled with Zhao Zichen's restrained expression just now, it's easy to see I don't know that well."

    "And if you are familiar with it, I don't dare to be as foolish as before."

    Although I was angry last night because I didn't know, but when I came to the hospital and saw Fu Zhihuan's miserable appearance, he calmed down long ago.

    The only thing I am angry about is that I, a powerful woman who has read romance novels on the Internet, was actually tricked by this little white lotus last night.

    What a shame.

    Thinking like this, Wen Ruan squeezed the straw.

    The tin foil was punctured, and a few drops were sprinkled on the back of the hand.

    She didn't care, she bit the mouth of the straw in one move and sucked hard—

    The small yogurt box slumped in half.

    Fu Zhihuan: "...Isn't this for me?"

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while: "Yes, but I will help you to see if it has expired."

    Fu Zhihuan: "And then?"

    Wen Ruan's voice is getting lower and lower: "It's a small cup, and it's gone after a taste. It's all to blame for profiteers and manufacturers, which will close sooner or later."

    This is more than a guilty conscience.

    Fu Zhihuan laughed a few times, even his chest seemed to be shaking slightly.

    After a long time, he reluctantly rubbed his temples, and his tone was light and light: "When I was in college, I had the honor to follow my teacher to come into contact with a case."

    "The incident occurred in a small town with a relatively low level of economic development. The owner and wife of a convenience store were killed. There were no surveillance cameras and no witnesses."

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled, although he didn't understand why Fu Zhihuan suddenly mentioned this, he still listened patiently: "And then?"

    "According to the portrait of the suspect I guessed, I locked the suspect, and finally confirmed through evidence investigation that the murderer was Peng Mengyin's brother."

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head, looked at Wen Ruan, and added calmly, "So, Peng Mengyin must hate me."

    "...well, that sounds like it."

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, pondered for a while, and then laughed lightly: "But in this case, the victim's family must be very grateful to you."

    Wen Ruan had to go back to the office in the afternoon, so she didn't stay in the ward for long.

    Zhao Zichen saw Wen Ruan leave, so he pushed the door and entered the ward: "You have to give me a red envelope, I'm afraid I'll be a light bulb inside, so I keep blowing hot air outside without coming in. "

    As soon as he finished speaking, he saw Fu Zhihuan, who always wore the "Flower of the High Mountains" filter, sitting upright on the hospital bed with a lunch box of a pink pig with a hair dryer.

    Zhao Zichen immediately took out his mobile phone and recorded this beautiful moment: "Absolutely, today you are a fairy with a childlike heart."

    “…”

    Looking at Fu Zhihuan's low-pressure expression, Zhao Zichen's whole person became happy, he pulled out his chair and sat down, then asked with a smile: "Although Wen Ruan is a good lady Cute, but I hadn't guessed that you actually liked the genre."

    Fu Zhihuan casually lowered his eyes: "What type?"

    "Soft girl."

    Zhao Zichen often surfs the Internet, and these words come out one by one: "When I was in college, I still thought that the kind of hot and hot royal sister must be able to hold you down. Soft. Although my sister is cute, she is still a little squeamish and can't stand your stinky temper."

    Although Fu Zhihuan doesn't come into contact with such words very often, he can still guess the meaning of these words.

    He put the lunch box in his hand aside, glanced at the rather funny hair dryer pig, and then laughed to himself: "No."

    "She's tougher than everyone imagined."

    "Miss Wen."

    Wen Ruan just walked out of the hospital door when she suddenly heard someone calling him.

    As soon as she turned her head, she found that Peng Mengyin had not left yet, still carrying the thermal insulation bucket in her hand, and pulling her handbag loosely with one hand, she was gently moving towards her laugh.

    Wen Ruan remembered what Fu Zhihuan mentioned just now, and when she saw Peng Mengyin again, she felt a little complicated.

    And some, for no reason.

    In the end, she suppressed her emotions, took a deep breath, and asked with a relaxed smile, "Miss Peng hasn't left yet?"

    "Well, it's hard to wait for the bus." Peng Mengyin glanced at his watch: "I just gave a few cars to others, so I've been standing there until now."

    "That's it, it's really hard to wait for the car." Wen Ruan finished politely and prepared to end the conversation.

      What about him?"

    Wen Ruan nodded: "Yes."

    Then there was a long silence between the two.

    Peng Mengyin didn't follow her expectations. After Wen Ruan's questioning, she took a deep breath and turned her head, with a just right smile on her face: "I thought Miss Wen would be very interested. What about Mr. Fu's past experience?"

    "Really interested."

    Wen Ruan chuckled softly, then turned her head to open her bag, and took out a headphone cable from it.

    Peng Mengyin: "In that case, if Miss Wen wants to know, I can tell you."

    Wen Ruan turned her head and glanced at her, then half-squinted her eyes with a shallow smile: "Sorry, I don't want to know."

    The unexpected answer made Peng Mengyin a little surprised.

    Wen Ruan turned her head, put on an earphone, and said calmly, "I'm really curious about Fu Zhihuan's past, but I want him to tell me those things in person, because I don't want to know from other people's mouths. he."

    Peng Mengyin gritted his teeth: "But Fu Zhihuan is..."

    "Miss Peng." Wen Ruan raised her phone with a smile: "I'm sorry, the car I ordered has arrived, so I have to go first. If it is difficult to wait for the car, you can use this taxi app ."

    After speaking, she raised her hand and put on another earphone, and crossed the road.

    Peng Mengyin looked at the back of Wen Ruan leaving, and subconsciously clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palm, leaving traces.

    After a long time, she let go of her hand again, took a deep breath, and walked in the other direction.

    As a lawyer, Wen Ruan now has a lot of contacts and case sources, so she does not need to work every day. During this time, she has been running around for Qin Biyang's case, preparing for the trial in a month and a half.

    And, taking advantage of Fu Zhihuan's hospitalization, Wen Ruan finally had the opportunity to meet Qin Sushan to go to various specialty stores to spend passionately.

    Although Xie Yanchi extorted a large amount of money, the salary from the non-litigation business handled before has also been paid, plus there are some private small treasuries, so—

    When Wen Ruan thought of this, he was instantly agitated, and immediately dispelled his sinful thoughts.

    …no! Still save money!

    However—

    "Didn't you say you wanted to save money when you went out today?" Qin Sushan looked at the large and small bags in Wen Ruan's hand, and doubted her life.

    Wen Ruan did not dare to believe: "I saved money, didn't you realize that when I finally went to the supermarket, I rejected the 50 cents plastic bag that the cashier wanted to give me?"

    “…”

    The reason why girls console themselves to save money is always so unreliable.

    As usual, after Wen Ruan unpacks all the bags, she will stuff them into a small cabinet under the desk, ready to throw them away at some time.

    But every time I go out, I forget it. Once I store it, it will be so full that I can't even close the cabinet door.

    Wen Ruan doesn't think it's a big problem, anyway, Fu Zhihuan will not be discharged from the hospital for a while, as long as he throws it away before he is discharged from the hospital.

    And even if he is discharged, it may not be discovered in advance.

    Fu Zhihuan was discharged early.

    When Zhao Zichen sent Fu Zhihuan home, Wen Ruan had not returned.

    The earl hasn't seen his master for a long time, and has been circling around him and acting like a spoiled child.

    Fu Zhihuan had nothing to do with it, so he squatted down and rubbed the earl's head.

    At this moment, the earl suddenly bit his trouser legs, dragged him towards Wen Ruan's room, jumped up, grabbed the door handle and opened the door.

    "Count, this is Wen Ruan's room." Fu Zhihuan said solemnly.

    The earl turned a deaf ear, went straight to the cabinet in front of the desk, pulled open the cabinet door with his lower claws, and then got in and fluttered.

    "The Earl."

    Fu Zhihuan approached, and just as he was about to reprimand, he heard a clattering sound.

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while.

    He guessed that this eldest lady would itch to secretly buy luxury goods.

    But I never guessed that I would buy a whole cabinet that could not fit these luxury bags.

    At this moment, the door opened at the entrance, and then Wen Ruan's voice sounded: "Zhao Zichen said that you were discharged from the hospital, and then I immediately came back to celebrate for you, are you happy—wait Wait, what are you doing in my room!"

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head and gave her a deep look.

    Wen Ruan suddenly had an ominous premonition, and even before changing his slippers, he rushed to the scene of the crime.

    Then she took a deep breath and almost suffocated when she saw the packaging bags all over the floor.

    "You! You violated my privacy!" Wen Ruan was furious.

    Fu Zhihuan pressed the throbbing brow bone: "Count—"

    "The earl, the earl, the earl does everything, do you think it's a cat demon?"

    At this moment, the Earl proudly found a small box of cat treats from the piles of packaging bags, proudly brought it to Fu Zhihuan, and motioned him to open it for him.

    Wen Ruan: “…”

    This cat should not have been fed in the first place.

    The author has something to say: To be honest, it's time to tell everyone about my prototype in this novel.

    Yes.

    I am that cat.

    There is another update tonight, before one point, I swear by Wu Lei.

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 Yuning;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Pear loves to eat chestnuts 20 bottles; 24830490, wants to hug the stars, Rey 10 bottles;. 5 bottles of self-knowledge; 2 bottles of huan and xiaoai; 1 bottle of Fairy and Smiling;

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