Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Mr. Fu Changming received a call when he was reviewing documents.

    From my future in-laws, Mr. Wen Fengchen.

    "Sorry, old man, after thinking about it again and again, I still think your Fu Lu and our Wen Ruan are not suitable."

    Fu Changming frowned slightly, got up, and said eagerly: "Old Wen, let's think about this first—"

    But before the words were finished, Wen Fengchen on the other end of the phone coughed, and then said with a straight face: "Wen Ruan has a simple personality, no thoughts and shrewdness, and she is kind and kind to everyone. Empathy, optimistic and positive in the face of life, very likable. So she is more suitable for getting along with the kind of person who is very honest and doesn't hide things in her heart."

    "So it may not be compatible with your Fu Lu's character. Let's find a time to dissolve the engagement."

    …what?

    Fu Changming felt something was wrong.

    Why do I feel that Wen Fengchen, a person who used to speak very neatly before, makes a phone call today as if he is reading a textbook, and he uses words like a little girl.

    And who would make such a phone call to brag about being a daughter, and also betray their own goods?

    But before Fu Changming could react, he simply hung up the phone.

    Before he could figure out the question mark, he received a text message from Xie Ai.

      Fei was at home crying and pestering his father to pretend to break off the marriage. The sentence just now was written by Wen Ruan, and he was supervising his father to call you and read it out.

      "

    Fu Changming was silent for a while, then stretched out his hand to helplessly support his forehead.

    Why is the tone of the line Wen Fengchen recited just now so familiar?

    In this way, she really has the style of Wen Ruan's little girl.

    He smiled and shook his head, then put down the phone and held up the pen to continue reviewing the document, but after writing a few words, he paused again and put the pen down.

    Fu Changming crossed his fingers into a fist and put his arms on the desk, thoughtfully.

    This is a good thing.

    Since his youngest daughter passed away, Fu Zhihuan seems to have wrapped himself in a thick cocoon, being alienated and indifferent to anyone.

    Although it looks like a normal person, it seems that nothing can make him have any waves.

    Fu Changming still remembers that when Fu Zhihuan was in junior high school, the housemaid broke a piece of glass.

    Fu Mingheng's knee hit the glass, so everyone panicked, hurriedly helping people up, cleaning up the scene, and calling the family doctor to check the injury.

    But he didn't mention a word, until someone reminded him in alarm, Fu Zhihuan turned his eyes, glanced at his scars, laughed softly, and said lightly: "Sorry, Did not notice."

    At that time, Fu Changming discovered that Fu Zhihuan was not indifferent to the people around him.

    Indifferent to myself.

      The mechanics of the program are average.

    It was only then that Fu Changming discovered that Fu Zhihuan might have serious psychological problems.

    But nothing has changed over the years.

    He even left the family directly, and he has not heard from him for several years.

    And now, Wen Ruan can pull him out of the heavy cocoon, get more fireworks, and gradually become like an ordinary person.

    It's a good thing.

    Mother Fu knocked on the door, then came in, put the teacup next to Fu Changming, and sighed: "It's not that you don't know Alu's character, what did you do with the fire just now?"

    Fu Changming didn't speak immediately, just took a sip from the teacup, and said, "You find time to tell that kid, the Wen family has broken off the engagement."

    "Ah?" When Mother Fu heard this, her brows furrowed: "How about we find time to chat with the Wen family? These two children..."

     "Don't persuade him, let that kid know how hard it is."

    Fu Changming laughed and put down the cup: "Before the little girl suffered so many grievances, I have to suffer myself to know how hard it is."

    Wen Ruan: "I wrote this sentence well?"

    She was particularly satisfied with the speech she just wrote to Wen Fengchen.

    First she resolutely stated her position and affirmed herself, so as to highlight her incomparably tall and positive image, and then criticized and educated Fu Zhihuan.

    In just a few words, not only explained the reasons for the divorce, but also briefly expressed their grievances and sadness, which is very worthy of thought and reflection.

    Qin Sushan was silent: "I don't really want to undermine your self-confidence, but I think this sentence is written by a little girl who is crooked."

    Wen Ruan smiled: "I knew that your dog can't spit out ivory."

    Qin Sushan laughed and suddenly asked, "Hey, I ask you, are you really willing to call off the marriage like this?"

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while, and then raised her voice like a bluff: "Why don't you give up? He lied to me for so long, he must suffer a little."

    Qin Sushan sighed: "I'm afraid you'll soften first."

    Wen Ruan said righteously: "Impossible, I'm very strong, okay? Even if Fu Zhihuan was crying bitterly at my door, I wouldn't give him a cold look."

    "I even thought about it, when he was pestering me to reveal his love to me. I would frown and say coldly and calmly: 'Oh.'"

    "How about it, isn't it amazing?"

    Qin Sushan was silent for a while: "To be honest, what you said just now was like setting up a flag for me at the scene."

    It is a prophecy.

    In the past few days, Wen Ruan was ready for Fu Zhihuan's text message harassment, and by the way, he listed a series of ruthless replies in the memo.

    I even thought about what kind of expression to use to face Fu Zhihuan who came to entangle him, and what kind of tone to use to make him feel grief-stricken.

    But two days passed, Wen Ruan did not receive any news from Fu Zhihuan.

    But there is already a rumor in Tong City—

    "The second young master of the Fu family who never showed up came back to Tong City."

    "The Wen family and the Fu family seem to have broken off their engagement. I heard from others that both parents agreed to this matter."

    "Do you think this Fu Ershao came back specially to cancel the engagement?"

    Disappointment is cumulative.

    There has been no news for two days in a row, and the wind outside is rising and rising, but there is no news about the person who should have made a statement.

    Wen Ruan felt that she seemed to overestimate her position in Fu Zhihuan's heart.

    Qin Sushan had a phone call with her: "Think for the better, in case Fu Zhihuan is hospitalized and sleepy, or is kidnapped and lost..."

    "Thank you, but you don't have to console me."

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, was silent for a moment, and then said, "I'm about to give up."

    Qin Sushan was stunned for a moment, and then shouted, "Nuan Ruan."

    "If liking someone makes me so sad," Wen Ruan smiled, took a deep breath, and then said with some magnanimity: "Then I would rather not like it."

    So the next night, Wen Ruan did not stay at home and wait.

    She wouldn't lie at home like this for a month, just for a man who doesn't seem to care about her at all.

    But Wen Ruan knew very well that although she pretended to be magnanimous in front of Qin Sushan, the scar in the bottom of her heart would still be bloodshot even after it was opened.

    She couldn't help being sad.

    But she had to make herself not look sad.

    So Wen Ruan couldn't let himself be bored at home, the more quiet and idle he was, the more sad he would be about these things.

    She had to find a way to distract herself from thinking about the name Fu Zhihuan.

    The nightlife is rich.

    If you lose a handsome boy, there will be thousands of handsome boys waiting for you.

    Since Wen Ruan returned to Tong City, old friends have been asking her out to play.

    Although she also knows that this group of half-baked people are so enthusiastic, most of them are to get some gossip from themselves.

    But during this time, Wen Ruan stayed at home for too long and was too lazy to care if the group was just to watch the fun, so she made an appointment casually—

    7pm, Night Light Bar.

    "You said that Wen Ruan is really capable. After running away from home for so long, he really brought Fu Ershao back. But it's a pity that he came back and broke off the marriage in person."

     "Don't talk about it, I feel ashamed for her. If I had known earlier, why are you making such a fuss, others wouldn't pay so much attention."

    A familiar place, a familiar time.

    Even on the same couch.

    And, the same two people.

    Wen Ruan leaned against the bar and looked at the two people not far from him with drooping eyelids.

    Although she couldn't name the two of them, she could remember their nicknames very clearly.

     "White Baby Cabbage" and "Matches".

    And the next second, the two of them didn't know who caught a glimpse of themselves standing aside from the corner of their eyes, and then showed a terrified expression, and then immediately coughed a few times, choking the tone. Said: "Ruan Ruan, why don't you say a word when you come."

    Wen Ruan: “…”

    Even what they said when they were captured was the same as before.

    Wen Ruan didn't even want to talk to these two people this time around.

    Because this is more like brushing repetitive and simple level mobs, not only is it not difficult, but also does not add much experience to yourself.

    So she simply sat down with her bag, got close to the sofa, ordered a bottle of wine, and said, "So, I'm not a person who cares about these things, it's normal to gossip, how old is it? something, right?"

    The heads of "white baby vegetables" and "matches" are like a rattle.

    Wen Ruan raised her index finger and added lightly: "So you stand up one by one and shout 'Fu Lu cub' at the bar, and this matter is over."

    “…”

    The two looked at each other with embarrassed expressions on their faces.

    This is too hard.

    Fu's family business, if this matter gets out, they will inevitably be cleaned up by their parents.

    Wen Ruan lifted her eyes, saw the two of them hesitating, then pursed her lips and smiled, propped her chin, and lowered her voice: "Dare to speak ill of me in person, but dare not scold Fu Just a word, so you think I'm easier to provoke?"

    …not easy to mess with.

    For both of them, Wen and Nbsp;

    After weighing it again and again, "white baby cabbage" and "match" unified their opinions with their eyes.

    So they smiled and apologized: "How is it possible, Ruan Ruan, if you don't like Fu Lu, then we must be on your side."

    Wen Ruan did not eat this set: "Shout louder, I want the kind that can hear the echo."

    “…”

    White Baby Cabbage and Matcha were heartbroken, and finally took a deep breath—

    However, two very loud and cadenced "Fu Luzi!" rang throughout the bar, and even had some echoes.

    Wen Ruan is happy.

    But at this moment, the surroundings suddenly became silent.

    After these two "Fu Lv Zizi", the originally noisy bar seemed to be muted suddenly, and only some rustling voices could be heard occasionally.

    “…”

     Weird.

    Why is it so quiet all of a sudden.

    Wen Ruan frowned, and was about to turn her head when she suddenly heard a cold male voice behind him, magnetic hoarse, and faintly grinning.

    "Call me?"

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