Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "I think I can explain."

    Wen Ruan pretended to be calm: "To be honest, these are all fakes."

    At this moment, a few small tickets caught in the middle of these bags flew out, slowly circled in the air, and then quietly landed on her feet side.

    The atmosphere suddenly became surprisingly quiet.

    …this is embarrassing.

    "Well, continue?"

    Wen Ruan was embarrassed and annoyed by the sight, she simply broke the jar, bent over to pick up the receipt, and said confidently: "What's wrong with the girl buying some clothes, look at this skirt —"

    She lowered her head and glanced at the price, then straightened her body with akimbo, arguing: "It's only more than 5,000, isn't it cheap!"

    "..." Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and swept over the two eye-catching Hermes bags.

    Wen Ruan caught Fu Zhihuan's sight, then took a step to the left, just blocking his sight: "Yeah! Look, I've been at your house for so long that I bought two Hermes. 's bags! Two! Only! Two! One!"

    As she spoke, she was so moved that she choked up: "I'm too frugal."

    “…”

    What nonsense.

    The packaging bags on the ground were all blocked by Wen Ruan, Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly, and when he looked up, he saw that the dressing table was full of cosmetics.

    Last time I saw it, it seemed to take up only half of the table.

    It's completely out of hand now.

    Wen Ruan followed Fu Zhihuan's line of sight and glanced in the direction of the makeup table, forcing a guilty conscience and pretending to be righteous and awe-inspiring: "What's wrong with so many cosmetics? Look, there are so many shades of lipstick, Wouldn't it be lonely if I only bought one?"

    "So the lipstick can't be taken apart to buy, the family has to be neat!"

    “…”

    Absolutely.

    Fu Zhihuan was not prepared to question her.

    But Wen Ruan was already nervous and shook himself before he asked.

    A strong word is a strong word.

    But at this point, Wen Ruan also knew that the poor man's waistcoat might not be able to continue.

    It is better to be honest than to be brutally exposed.

    So she sighed painfully and prepared to have a heart-to-heart talk with Fu Zhihuan.

    Wen Ruan stretched out her hand and closed the door without a word.

    Then picked up the culprit Earl and came to the living room.

    Pour myself a glass of orange juice and put it on the coffee table.

    After finishing all the preparations, she folded her hands and put them on her knees, like a negotiator: "Mr. Fu Zhihuan, since this is the case, I decided to confess everything to you."

    Fu Zhihuan sat down on the sofa beside Wen Ruan: "Tell me."

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath and summoned up her courage: "Sorry, I lied to you. Maybe this sentence sounds arrogant, but in fact my family is not poor and has a little money. "

    After she said this, her whole body immediately became tense, and she was nervously watching Fu Zhihuan's reaction.

    There was silence for a few seconds.

    Fu Zhihuan nodded: "Yes."

    Huh?

    That's it?

    A umm and it's gone?

    Wen Ruan couldn't believe it: "Aren't you surprised?"

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while: "Wen Ruan, the only thing that surprises me is that you really think you're acting like a poor man?"

    “…”

    Finally, Wen Ruan accepted the fact that his acting skills were really poor.

    She bowed her head in a huddle, thought for a while, and then said softly: "Actually, I ran away from home because my father made a marriage contract for me. I wanted to break off the marriage, but they wouldn't let me. So I ran away from home."

    "But I will definitely break off the marriage! And people know that they don't like me when they see it. I will never be imprisoned by the backward thinking of arranged marriage!"

    "Huh? You mean the fiancé I'm engaged to?"

    Wen Ruan raised her head and took a while to understand Fu Zhihuan's question. She thought about it carefully, and then laughed: "Of course I don't blame him."

    At the end, he added word by word: "I just want to kill him."

    “…”

    Fu fiance Zhihuan stretched out his hand, closed his eyes and rubbed his slightly sore temple, thought for a moment, then lifted his eyes, and said very seriously, "Wen Ruan."

    Wen Ruan: "What's wrong?"

    Fu Zhihuan: "Sorry, but I'm-"

     "Buzz"

    The phone on the coffee table suddenly began to vibrate, breaking all the just-right atmosphere.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned, picked up the phone, and found that it was Zhao Zichen's phone.

    "Old man, you have to come to the police station to cooperate with the investigation. Our police officers have indeed found some evidence, which can prove that the driver who hit you at that time had contact with Peng Mengyin before. But just when we were about to detain Peng Mengyin for interrogation, we found that she had disappeared a day earlier."

    Peng Mengyin is missing.

    This is undoubtedly a time bomb that is out of control and will explode at any time.

    It seems that it is not a good time to be honest with Wen Ruan before solving this time bomb.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned, stood up, and picked up the jacket beside him: "Sorry, I have to go out now."

    Although I don't know what happened, Wen Ruan can still see from Fu Zhihuan's expression that it must be something very important.

    So she nodded and stood up: "Okay."

    Fu Zhihuan walked to the entrance, opened the door, suddenly thought of something, turned around and shouted, "Wen Ruan."

    "Huh?"

    "Wait when I get back."

    Wen Ruan was slightly stunned, as if she did not respond to Fu Zhihuan's sudden words.

    It seems ordinary, but it makes people feel a tingling feeling in their hearts.

    She pursed her lips, then smiled and nodded: "Okay."

    "How's it going?"

    "We checked the driver's recent transfer records and found that a large amount of income came from Peng Mengyin's account. However, during the previous investigation, the driver insisted that he did not know Peng Mengyin. It may also be that the recent investigation was too loud, which made her suspicious, so when we were going to visit today, we found that Peng Mengyin had disappeared."

    After Fu Zhihuan finished cooperating with the investigation, it was already dark.

    Zhao Zichen drove him home and informed him of the current investigation by the way.

    Fu Zhihuan asked, "Have you checked the nearest station?"

     "It's been checked, and Peng Mengyin should not have left the city. We also notified the police station near her hometown to investigate, and learned that Peng Mengyin has not contacted her family during this time."

    Zhao Zichen rubbed his brow bone and felt a little headache: "Don't worry, we will arrange people to protect your safety during this time."

    Not out of town yet.

    Fu Zhihuan frowned.

    Those who have made plans to plan this car accident must not give up their plans so easily.

    "Complete."

    Fu Zhihuan said with a low smile, drooping his eyes and buttoning the cuffs: "Then please protect me."

    Zhao Zichen smiled: "Old Master, I found that you have become more and more different recently. If you encountered this kind of thing before, you must have said 'no need' to be yourself "Don't worry about it", and now it's still going uphill."

    Fu Zhihuan said lightly, "I've been saving my life recently."

    "For that little girl in your family?" Zhao Zichen turned a corner skillfully: "Good thing, you used to be like you didn't want to die, but now you know how to cherish your life."

    Speaking of this, he also stretched his tone and exclaimed: "Yes, we have never seen you so precious before, nor have we seen you interact with your relatives. You value a person so much. , it's the first time."

    As soon as these words were finished, Zhao Zichen did not hear Fu Zhihuan answer.

    He was happy, and glanced at the rearview mirror: "Shy?"

    However, when Zhao Zichen saw the expression on Fu Zhihuan's face, he was stunned for a moment, and put away his condescending look: "What's wrong with you? You look like this all of a sudden."

    Fu Zhihuan put away the lazy expression just now, and there seemed to be a layer of chill between his brows.

    He seemed to be reminded by a word in Zhao Zichen's words, his eyes sank suddenly, and his expression became cold and serious in an instant.

    Fu Zhihuan pursed his lips tightly, took out his mobile phone, searched for Wen Ruan's contact information, and called.

    The phone was connected after many rings.

    Wen Ruan's voice was a little vague, accompanied by slight panting and footsteps, as if he was outside: "Hello?"

    Fu Zhihuan: "Where are you now?"

    "On the way home."

    Wen Ruan rambled: "I went to the office to get materials this afternoon, so I went out to play with Qin Sushan for a while. The place is very close to Mingchen Garden, so I didn't take a taxi, I'll go back in a while. already."

    Hearing Wen Ruan's voice, Fu Zhihuan's tense mood just now relaxed a little: "Well, share your position with me."

    Wen Ruan smiled crisply from the receiver, and while clicking on the shared location, she said helplessly: "Okay, but it's alright, I'll be home in a while, and I won't meet anyone, And I've never seen you so worried before."

    Zhao Zichen laughed when he heard Fu Zhihuan's words: "I thought it was such a big deal, but I was worried about the safety of other people's little girls, don't worry, this area is very safe-"

    "Wen Ruan?"

    Zhao Zichen also brought some jokes, but was suddenly interrupted by Fu Zhihuan's suddenly high tone. He subconsciously pulled the car to the side and looked back: "What's wrong, old Fu?"

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the screen of the phone that hung up the call, frowned, and dialed again.

    A system tone indicates that the phone is off.

    Location sharing has also ended.

    Unsettled anxiety spreads.

    Fu Zhihuan pursed his thin lips tightly, and was enveloped by layers of low air pressure. He clicked on the last shared address before Wen Ruan hung up, and said, "An Chu Road near Mingchen Garden, go here."

    Zhao Zichen could already see the difference from Fu Zhihuan's expression, so he nodded and restarted the car.

    The phone is dead.

    I had so much fun with Qin Sushan today that I forgot to pay attention to the low battery of my phone.

    Wen Ruan glanced at the screen that was turned off because the battery was exhausted, sighed, put the phone in her bag, and then quickened her pace.

    There are not many people on Anchu Road, especially now that it is completely dark, and there are even fewer pedestrians. After walking half the street, I basically didn’t see many people.

    At this moment, Wen Ruan heard footsteps suddenly sounding behind her.

    As if deliberately trying to get your own attention, every sound is extra loud.

    Wen Ruan felt a strange feeling in her heart, so she stopped, turned her head, and recognized the face of the person behind her.

    She frowned: "Miss Peng, it's so late, why are you here?"

    The author has something to say: ah, ah, more than ten minutes, my coding speed has become slower and slower.

    I lost Lei Wu.

    It's okay, next time Bai Jingting.

    This drawing of 55 red envelopes pays tribute to my lost Wu Lei.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of 1LUV strawberry jam; 8 bottles of Calm° smile;

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