Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "Do you suspect that Peng Mengyin is eyeing Wen Ruan?"

    Zhao Zichen frowned, and while driving the car, he said with relief: "Don't be in a hurry, I heard my dad say before, isn't Wen Ruan good at self-defense? Go on her, according to Peng Mengyin's body, Wen Ruan can also handle it, so nothing major will happen."

    Fu Zhihuan didn't answer, and after a long time he asked in a deep voice, "Peng Mengyin's family is poor, how can he afford the large sum of money for the driver?"

    Zhao Zichen was silent.

    According to the survey, that was a nearly million transaction.

    According to Peng Mengyin's assets, it is absolutely unaffordable.

    Zhao Zichen reacted: "You mean, she has an accomplice?"

    An Chudao.

    The wind dies down.

    "I have a document I want to give to Mr. Fu."

    Peng Mengyin smiled and turned to the side, took out a folder from the satchel, and showed it to Wen Ruan: "By the way, I want to talk to him about work, Miss Wen is just going back Home? We can drop by."

    Wen Ruan glanced at the folder and nodded: "Okay."

    The night was silent.

    The two walked side by side on Anchu Road, but were silent all the way.

    Under the dim street lights, only the incomparably clear sound of shoes stepping on the gravel road could be heard.

    After a long time, Peng Mengyin exhaled suddenly and said in a friendly tone, "Mr. Fu must like Miss Wen very much."

    Wen Ruan raised her eyelashes: "He didn't say that."

    "The bystander is clear, and I'm a girl, girls' intuition is always accurate, of course these things can be seen."

    Peng Mengyin squinted her eyes and smiled lightly, then suddenly asked for no reason: "But by the way, does Miss Wen have any siblings?"

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    Peng Mengyin stretched out his hand and pulled his hair, his tone sounded as if he was recalling something: "That's it, but my family has no relatives, only one brother."

    "The family conditions at home are very poor. When I was in junior high school, because I really had no money, my parents almost made me drop out of school. But my brother wouldn't let me. He said that girls should study hard. "

    Speaking of this, she paused for a while, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and her voice trembled a little: "Then my brother stopped going to school and kept working outside to support my studies. He is very kind to his family, his parents are seriously ill, and the burden of the family rests on his brother, but he has never complained to us. Every time he comes home, he will specially prepare beautiful clothes for me. "

    "Miss Wen, can you imagine how important he is to me?"

    Peng Mengyin's tone sounded gentle and gentle, when narrating this content, the trance can still make people feel the sweetness of the memory.

    A brother who loves himself deeply.

    It does sound very warm.

    Wen Ruan nodded calmly and said softly, "Well, I can imagine it."

    At this point, she paused for a while, then raised her eyes and looked forward: "However, Miss Peng, do you want to listen to a piece of advice."

    Peng Mengyin took a step: "Advice?"

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes slightly, her face pale, and continued to move forward: "Miss Peng, sharp things can hurt you too easily, so it's best not to touch them."

    Although it is a dull tone, it makes people's back tense all of a sudden.

    Peng Mengyin's heart froze, and the right wrist that had been quietly inserted in the satchel suddenly moved.

    Wen Ruan turned her gaze slightly and pressed her eyebrows slightly.

    "Bang-"

    Wen Ruan grabbed the back of Peng Mengyin's neck, raised her knee and hit her pelvis with great precision, and then pressed her to the ground.

    The sharp knife in the bag was thrown several meters away before I could take it out.

    Peng Mengyin screamed in pain, his face pale.

    Wen Ruan broke the back of her head and looked at each other calmly: "Girls' intuition is very accurate."

    Peng Mengyin burst into tears, she gritted her teeth, and said almost word by word, "Wen Ruan, if one day you lose a loved one..."

    "The two people killed by your brother, their relatives also lost them."

    Wen Ruan stared into her eyes, and there was no sympathy and sympathy in her tone: "I will never resonate with you, you must know where you are wrong."

    The surroundings are quiet.

    At this moment, Wen Ruan could clearly hear a sudden footstep approaching from his left back.

    She frowned, tilted her head slightly, and before she turned it completely, out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a cylindrical steel pipe hitting her temple.

    Wen Ruan reacted quickly and raised her arm to block. Although she avoided most of the force, she was hit precisely on her forearm, and her whole body fell to the ground.

    She struggled to straighten up, but felt that every part of her joints seemed to be aching.

    Wen Ruan raised her eyes and looked in the direction of the attacker.

    It's a man.

    Even wearing a black T-shirt, you can see that all over the body.

    Wen Ruan didn't know who this person was, but he could clearly tell that this person should be Peng Mengyin's accomplice.

    The man approached Wen Ruan's direction, turning the steel pipe skillfully in his hands, then straightened his arms, as if he was about to knock it down neatly.

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, her fingers clasped on the ground slightly.

    You have a chance to escape.

    However, according to the body type, it is impossible to fight this man head-on.

    At this moment, a dazzling headlight came from a distance.

    This is followed by a harsh, sudden braking sound.

    "Miss Wen!"

    Zhao Zichen's anxious voice came.

    And in the next second, the passenger door was pushed open.

    A shadow jumped over with the sound of a fierce wind, and then came a violent crash.

    Fu Zhihuan grabbed the man by the neckline and threw it against the nearest wall. He was so arrogant that even the veins on his neck were clearly defined.

    As soon as he raised his hand, he grabbed the man's neck and tightened his hand inch by inch.

    The man's face was flushed to the naked eye, like a fish on the verge of death from suffocation, kicking the ground with his feet.

    Zhao Zichen got out of the car in a hurry, while helping Wen Ruan, he reminded loudly: "Old Master!"

    At this moment, Peng Mengyin, who had been lying on the ground, raised her head and reacted.

    She stretched out her hand and grabbed the knife a few meters away from her, and before Fu Zhihuan turned around, she stabbed straight ahead.

    Wen Ruan's pupils shrank and screamed, "Fu Zhihuan!"

    Fu Zhihuan pressed his eyebrows and turned his head.

    A brief silence.

    From Wen Ruan's point of view, I don't know if the knife really pierced Fu Zhihuan's waist.

    However, you can vaguely see a few blood splashes on the ground.

    A sense of unease flooded my brain, and pain came before reason.

    The tip of Wen Ruan's nose was slightly sour, she gritted her teeth and stood up, rushing in the direction of Fu Zhihuan.

    The closer you get, the clearer the bloodstains running down the wrist.

    Wen Ruan opened her mouth, but before she could speak, tears rolled down first.

    Zhao Zichen also rushed forward, quickly controlled Peng Mengyin's movements, and put handcuffs on her.

    "What are you crying for?"

    Fu Zhihuan suddenly laughed softly, and when he saw Zhao Zichen coming over, he also let go of his hand and showed Wen Ruan, "Here."

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled, then heaved a sigh of relief.

    The sharp knife did not penetrate Fu Zhihuan's body.

    When Peng Mengyin came over, he quickly grabbed the handle of the knife and blocked her strength with ease.

    However, the palm of the hand inevitably brushed the edge, leaving a blood mark.

    The police car arrived.

    A police officer in uniform came down and took Peng Mengyin and the man into the police car.

    Some medical staff also came to help Fu Zhihuan into the police car, and urgently treated the wound.

    There is no blood on Wen Ruan's body.

    But the two bruises on the forearm left by the heavy blows have begun to swell a little at this moment.

    She let the medical staff apply the ointment without saying a word, while biting her teeth and turning her head, the corners of her eyes were a little red, but she didn't say a word to Fu Zhihuan.

    Seeing that Wen Ruan was safe, Fu Zhihuan finally let go of his heart, reached out and wiped the glittering eyes from the corner of her eyes with his thumb: "Are you scared?"

    "No."

    Wen Ruan glanced at the old injury that Fu Zhihuan had torn due to the action just now, and an inexplicable fear surged up: "What are you doing so impulsive? I can dodge just now, even if I can't dodge it. You won't get seriously injured."

    "Anyway is better than letting you become what you are now, that sharp knife almost-"

    "I'm not all right."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, with a bit of joking in his tone: "Don't worry, I won't be stabbed by a woman."

    "You just got out of the hospital!"

    Although I know I shouldn't blame Fu Zhihuan.

    But Wen Ruan couldn't control her emotions for some reason.

    I never felt this kind of fear when I confronted Peng Mengyin and that person alone.

    The medical staff briefly dealt with the wound, raised their eyes and glanced at the two of them quietly, then slipped out of the car and closed the door for them.

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, looking deeply at Wen Ruan in front of him.

    Wen Ruan also looked back at him, his eyes did not give in the slightest.

    After a long time, Fu Zhihuan seemed to sigh, then raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and said softly, "I know."

    "You know..."

    "But if something happens to you, I'll feel it's my fault."

    Fu Zhihuan took Wen Ruan towards him, lowered his head, pressed her forehead, and said solemnly: "I know you can protect yourself, but it doesn't hinder, I don't want you One more injury."

    For Fu Zhihuan, this was never an equivalent exchange of minor injuries and serious injuries.

    The atmosphere became quiet for a moment.

    The air-conditioning in the car was very strong, but Wen Ruan felt as if a stream of heat was flowing around him, wrapping every inch of his body.

     She and Fu Zhihuan have never been so close.

    Foreheads were pressed against each other, as if they could clearly feel each other's breath.

    …this man is always so foul.

    Every time I talk to him seriously, I use this trick to interfere with myself.

    Too much.

    Thinking about it, Wen Ruan felt even more aggrieved.

    She sniffed, stretched out her hand and pressed Fu Zhihuan's shoulder, her voice was a little choked: "You are always like this."

    Fu Zhihuan couldn't help her: "How am I?"

    Wen Ruan was too lazy to act any more, so she simply broke the jar: "You can clearly tell that I like you, so you seduce me by saying scumbags every day! Scumbag!"

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan fell silent, then lowered his eyes.

    Looking at him like this, Wen Ruan knew that he would probably break the topic and avoid the problem.

    So he turned his head angrily, not looking into his eyes.

    However, the next second, Wen Ruan suddenly heard a low laugh from the person in front of her.

    Laughing?

    Wen Ruan asked angrily, "What are you laughing at?"

    "Seduce?"

    Wen Ruan said confidently, "Yes!"

    Fu Zhihuan pursed his lower lip, then raised his hand to hold Wen Ruan's head again, pulling her closer.

    Then kissed her lips.

    Wen Ruan's pupils dilated in an instant.

    The warm air spreads out, and the surroundings are surprisingly quiet for a moment.

    It seems that everything has been swallowed into the white light at this moment, and only each other is alive.

     Heart beating.

    The temperature is rising.

    After a long time, Fu Zhihuan let go of the hand holding Wen Ruan's head, straightened up, his voice was a little hoarse, and said with a smile, "Child, this is called seduction."

    “…”

    Wen Ruan hung his head like a hoarse gunfire, he was arrogant just now, and now he can't make a sound.

    This man is too much!

    Totally messed up my thoughts.

    And just when she finally mustered up the courage to ask a straightforward question, a light cough suddenly came from outside the window.

     Turning his head, Zhao Zichen stood outside with a numb expression.

    "You may not believe it, but I think when things develop into a romance drama, you still have to interrupt you."

    "Old Master, we still have to finish the process here."

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