Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Xie Yanchi stretched out his hand to hold the door frame, his index finger was on the car key ring, and he turned around skillfully: "I really owe you this ancestor in my last life, and I have tossed people in the middle of the night all day long."

    Wen Ruan pursed her lips, hearing this, she just raised her eyes slightly, with a sneer in her eyes.

    This is the first time she has put such a straightforward chill in her eyes.

    "Instead of this, tell me first—"

    Wen Ruan laughed suddenly, with some scrutiny in her eyes: "Xie Yanchi, when did you know that Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu?"

    “…”

    Xie Yanchi made a hiss and rubbed his hair: "Actually, I met Fu Lu when I was in junior high school. The day I first got off the plane and went to the law firm, As soon as I saw Fu Zhihuan, I felt a little familiar, so I sent someone to inquire."

    Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows: "Then you lied to me with him?"

    "How can it be called a scam?"

    Xie Yanchi leaned against the door frame like she had no bones: "Didn't you break it down because you like people so much?"

    "You fart." Wen Ruan showed a standard smile: "You just want to take this matter and take the opportunity to corrupt Fu Zhihuan's money."

    Xie Yanchi: "…"

    The IQ of an angry woman is really too high.

    Wen Ruan lowered her head to organize her things, took the suitcase out without saying a word, and took it to the door neatly.

    The action is much more decisive than the last time.

    Xie Yanchi reluctantly pressed his temples, with a sense of laziness all over his body, he straightened up and followed: "Don't wait for him to come back and say something?"

    "What to say."

    Wen Ruan pressed down on the elevator floor, her tone could not be heard emotionally: "Do I have anything to do with him?"

    Xie Yanchi glanced at Wen Ruan next to her, and crossed Fu Zhihuan in her heart.

    However, often, this kind of anger dissipates the fastest.

    That must be tricky.

    Xie Yanchi raised his eyelashes, and suddenly said in a low voice for no reason: "Although I really don't want to help that kid from the Fu family. But when you moved out a few days ago, he called me. Got a call."

    "I can tell that Fu Lu likes you."

    “ding—”

    The elevator doors open.

    Wen Ruan walked in, pressed the floor without saying a word, and then said coldly, "Thank you, I'm really going to be angry that Fu Lu didn't come to the engagement banquet, which made me lose face."

    "But I don't think it's a big deal, because in such an engagement, either party is the victim."

    Xie Yanchi lowered her eyes, turned her gaze away, and looked at Wen Ruan.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and the hand holding the suitcase trembled lightly: "There is no girl who does not love face, so although I may speak ill of Fu Lu, I also know that responsibility is not Not him."

    The red numbers on the elevator jumped down, the claustrophobic space was silent, and Wen Ruan could even be heard breathing gently.

    "So I'm not angry because Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu."

    Wen Ruan raised her eyelashes and clenched her fists: "What makes me angry is that Fu Zhihuan knows that I like him so much, but until now he is unwilling to be honest with me."

    Xie Yanchi frowned, his throat moved slightly, feeling a little itchy.

    He is not good at persuading people.

    Xie Yanchi frowned: "Are you injured?"

    Wen Ruan glanced at his forearm and said lightly: "It's okay, I took a little bite, it's not particularly serious."

    Xie Yanchi said in a low voice, "Because of Fu Zhihuan?"

    Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

    Just as the elevator in front of her opened, she straightened her back, pulled the suitcase and walked straight out.

    Xie Yanchi's car was easy to recognize, Wen Ruan stopped at the trunk, and raised her arms to carry the suitcase with difficulty.

    "I will."

    Xie Yanchi approached her and took it with a frown: "Sit in the car, what are you messing with?"

    Wen Ruan had already booked a train ticket.

    She sat in the passenger seat and glanced down at the injury on her arm.

    I don't know why, every time I look at it, I always think of the scene from a few hours ago, and the words Fu Zhihuan said while pressing his forehead.

    Then it will be a little bit softer.

    But after that moment of reluctance, I suddenly remembered that before today, I knew nothing about Fu Zhihuan.

    I don't know his background, I don't know his relatives, and I'm not familiar with his circle of friends.

    After discovering that Fu Zhihuan was his fiance, Fu Lu, Wen Ruan still knew nothing about him.

    Fu Zhihuan never seemed to intend to tell her about him.

    Why move to Jiangcheng?

    Why not contact your family?

    What is the origin of Tao Xun, who always makes Fu Zhihuan look hurt on the desk?

    He always hides everything.

    Wen Ruan felt like he was alone and eagerly wanted to share all of himself with the people he liked.

    Silence all the way.

    Xie Yanchi didn't ask any more questions, only when she arrived at the train station, she stopped and reminded: "Arrived."

    But I didn't hear the voice behind me.

    Xie Yanchi frowned and turned her head.

    But at a glance, Wen Ruan lowered his head, and there was no light in his eyes, as if he was in a trance.

    "Wen Ruan." Xie Yanchi shouted.

    Wen Ruan sniffed: "It's okay."

    Xie Yanchi turned her head and tapped the steering wheel: "Uncle, he loves you very much. If you want to break the engagement, he will agree."

    Wen Ruan said nothing.

    Xie Yanchi glanced at her out of the corner of the eye: "You don't want to?"

    Wen Ruan remained silent.

    After the two were silent for a long time, Wen Ruan suddenly shrunk himself into a ball, resting his chin on his knees, his eyes full of loss: "I'm so spineless."

    "How?"

    "Even so angry, I still can't hate Fu Zhihuan."

    After Fu Zhihuan went home after the infusion, he brought Wen Ruan a supper.

    It is her favorite. The wontons in the night market not far from the community are double the amount of vinegar and pepper.

    However, after opening the door, it was found that the room was dark.

    Even the Earl was resting on the cat climbing frame at the moment.

    Fu Zhihuan smiled helplessly, put the wontons on the coffee table, and turned on the living room light.

    That's right, it's so late, the little girl should rest too.

    He took off his coat, put it on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and walked back to the bedroom lightly.

    But when Fu Zhihuan looked up at Wen Ruan's door, he was stunned.

    Wen Ruan's door was wide open.

    And it was empty.

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head and saw the engagement ring box in the center of the coffee table—

    She got it.

    A strong sense of unease spreads.

    Fu Zhihuan clenched his fists, pressed the tip of his tongue against his lower and upper teeth, and picked up the jacket he just put down.

    Slammed out the door, went downstairs, and started the car.

    Finally, the call was connected.

    Xie Yanchi whistled, with a bit of condescension in her tone: "You can forgive me, and line up one by one at night."

    Fu Zhihuan asked in a deep voice, "Where is Wen Ruan?"

    Xie Yanchi laughed: "You are one step late, the train has already left."

    There is a thread that seems to be taut in an instant.

    Fu Zhihuan rested his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and slowly opened it after a long time.

    His voice was hoarse: "Where did she go?"

    However, this time Xie Yanchi did not tell Fu Zhihuan immediately.

    The receiver was quiet for a long time before a faint, imperceptible low laugh came.

    Xie Yanchi leaned against the door of the car, with a cigarette in his hand, he glanced at the train station behind him.

    When she saw Wen Ruan's injuries, Xie Yanchi had already decided not to tell Fu Zhihuan about her.

    Until I heard Wen Ruan say that-

    "Even so angry, I still can't hate Fu Zhihuan."

    Xie Yanchi laughed softly and knocked off the ashes of the cigarette butt: "Tongshi, she's home."

    Forget it, adult beauty.

    Wen Ruan arrived home at 8:00 the next day.

    Today is a rare day off, Wen's father and Wen's mother are still awake, only a few servants at home are busy with breakfast.

    Seeing Wen Ruan, Aunt Zhang immediately showed a happy expression, and immediately prepared to call Wen's father and Wen's mother up.

    Wen Ruan made a silent gesture: "Don't tell my parents that I'm back, I have to let them feel the unexpected surprise."

    In fact, he was afraid that Mr. Wen Fengchen would get up and slammed himself out of the house.

    Aunt Zhang nodded knowingly, hurriedly served the breakfast she prepared, took the salute for Wen Ruan, and said distressedly, "Look at our eldest lady, how thin have you been during this time out? If you look at it, you can tell that you must have suffered a lot.”

    “…”

    Wen Ruan recalled her life in Fu Zhihuan's house.

    Although she promised to do the housework herself at the beginning, but most of the time, she couldn't get out of bed, and every time she acted coquettishly and asked Fu Zhihuan to share half of her breakfast.

    …Wait!

    Stop!

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, hating herself for not being good enough.

    Why do I think of that dog man again.

    Thinking so, Wen Ruan angrily picked up the sandwich made by Aunt Zhang and took a bite.

    Satisfaction!

    The familiar taste hit Wen Ruan's taste buds, and she was moved to tears for a while.

    Sure enough, what Aunt Zhang made is simply delicious.

    I thought that I hadn’t eaten such delicious food for Fu Zhihuan for months—

    Don't forgive him easily!

    After having breakfast, the independent spirit that had been cultivated in so many months was almost knocked back to its original place.

    Sure enough, comfort is depraved.

    Wen Ruan stretched and went to the bathroom.

    At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from upstairs.

    "Aunt Zhang, is breakfast ready?" Mother Wen rubbed her eyes and went downstairs, and added: "By the way, the ingredients for noon are ready, don't forget to have The guests are coming."

    Father Wen and Mother Wen went downstairs.

    They didn't like sitting in the dining room to eat breakfast, so they called Aunt Zhang to pour a cup of tea and take the things to the living room, and turned on the TV by the way.

    Combining with the noisy sound of the TV, Wen Ruan heard that her parents started chatting one after another—

    "I heard that Fu Lu's child had a car accident?"

    "It's okay, I've inquired about it, and there's no major problem."

    "You said that Ruan Ruan lived in someone else's house, and that squeamish character, will Fu Lu be kicked out?"

    "It's been a few months since I had to kick it out. It's okay, it's a matter between the children, let them get along slowly."

    Mr. Wen Fengchen patted his thigh, and his tone was quite leisurely: "I was very supportive a few days ago and my little assistant said that Ruan Ruan called to say that he wanted to break off the marriage, and said he liked it. people."

    Mother Wen laughed: "You said that if Ruan Ruan knew Fu Zhihuan's identity, she wouldn't run home in a hurry to make trouble?"

    Wen Fengchen: "I think—"

    "You guessed it."

    Wen Ruan put a face down, pushed open the bathroom door, leaned against the door frame and looked at the couple hatefully, gritted her teeth and said, "I'm running home in a rage now to make a fuss. ."

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    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3062231870 bottles; 1726625010 bottles; 6 bottles of Rabbit; 1 bottle of light tea in early summer;

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