Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    To this group of young people who spend every day in night light bars, this man who appeared in the sky is a new face.

    The brow bone is strong, the narrow and long eye shape is somewhat sharp, and the jawline is sharp and angular.

    But he has the ability to make the crowd around him quiet down and subconsciously capture his figure.

    A very outgoing, cool guy who exudes a "I can" atmosphere.

    Everyone on the sofa focused their attention, but they looked at each other and no one spoke.

    The words Fu Zhihuan said to Wen Ruan just now were only heard by a small number of people.

    But the part of the people who heard it did not understand the meaning of the words.

    Because no one has ever seen the mysterious Fu Ershao.

    What's more, in everyone's impression, the relationship between the two should be incompatible, and it is impossible to appear on the same channel.

    The only one who didn't see Fu Zhihuan was Wen Ruan.

    She lowered her eyes, or turned her back to him, there was no warmth in her dark eyes.

    "This little brother."

    A girl with a big wave sitting next to Wen Ruan opened her mouth, and specially brought out that kind of sweet social voice: "Do you know Wen Ruan? Do you want to be together? Play?"

    Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, then raised his eyelashes, his eyes fell on Wen Ruan's side face: "I'm chasing her."

    There was an immediate roar around me.

    Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip and said nothing.

    After a while, she lifted her eyes, reached out and picked up the water glass on the table, then turned around and looked at Fu Zhihuan in front of her.

    The next second, Wen Ruan raised his hand neatly, and all the water in the cup was splashed on Fu Zhihuan's body.

    The roaring stopped abruptly.

    The surroundings are surprisingly quiet.

    When Fu Zhihuan saw Wen Ruan turn around, she knew what she was going to do.

    But he didn't hide, he stood there calmly, without even blinking, there didn't seem to be any waves in his eyes.

    Wen Ruan sneered and put the cup aside: "Fu Ershao, have you had enough?"

    As soon as these words came out, the pupils of the group of people next to them shrank.

    Fu Ershao?

    This person in front of him is the Fu Ershao who, in the eyes of others, disliked Wen Ruan so much that he even returned home to break off the engagement?

    Why does it feel completely different from the rumored script?

    Just when everyone thought Fu Zhihuan was going to be furious, they saw that he just looked at Wen Ruan calmly, with a low tone and a hoarse voice: "Are you in a better mood?"

    Wen Ruan didn't want to pay attention to him, just bent down and picked up the bag on the sofa, walked a few steps forward, and found that Fu Zhihuan was blocking him.

    She said coldly, "Get out of the way."

    Fu Zhihuan did not move.

    Wen Ruan raised her head, her eyes were slightly red, biting her pronunciation of every word: "Get out of the way."

    The red eye sockets slammed into Fu Zhihuan's eyes very clearly, making him feel an inexplicable pain in his heart.

    He pursed his thin lips and was silent for a moment, but he still turned sideways.

    Wen Ruan didn't stop, just brushed Fu Zhihuan's shoulder and walked towards the bathroom.

    Everyone around me is dumbfounded.

    What is this plot?

    The overbearing president is chasing the runaway wife?

    In addition to being shocked, some of the people present were full of sour feelings, feeling that their whole body was unpleasant.

    This group and Wen Ruan are only ordinary friends. Although they seem to be affectionate, there is no comparison behind their backs.

    When Wen Ruan's marriage contract was just made, I don't know how many people were sour behind their backs.

    The news came out that they wanted to break off the marriage, and the group of people found some balance in their hearts.

    I called out Wen Ruan today, on the one hand, I wanted to listen to gossip and have some fun, on the other hand, it was also to dampen her prestige.

    But I didn't expect the majesty to fail, instead I ate a sour taste.

    Fu Zhihuan looked at the direction Wen Ruan left, then turned around, ready to keep up.

    At this moment, a soft female voice came—

    "Hey."

    It was the big wave who was sitting next to Wen Ruan just now: "Ruan Ruan looks angry, why should Fu Ershao leave her alone for a while?"

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head and looked at her calmly without speaking.

    The big wave then said: "Ruan Ruan's character is like this, straight and straight, you must not take it to heart. It may be because of the divorce—"

    "Aborted?"

    Fu Zhihuan repeated these three words slowly, narrowed his eyes, and asked with a low smile, "Listen to you, I came back to Tong City to break off the marriage? Why didn't I know?"

    Big Wave waved his hand awkwardly: "Fu Ershao, let's just talk casually..."

    "I went back to Tong to propose to her."

    Fu Zhihuan interrupted and lowered his voice, it sounded a little low, but his tone was somewhat dangerous: "Did you hear? Next time, follow this sentence. "

    After he finished speaking, he didn't give anyone a chance to react, he turned around and walked in the direction of Wen Ruan.

    When Fu Zhihuan returned to Fu's house, his health was already terrible.

    The injury from the car accident did not heal, and it relapsed because of the Peng Mengyin incident. After hanging up the water all night, he dared to come to Tong City overnight.

    When I landed, the original low-grade fever had begun to rise, and I had to endure it for more than half an hour.

    No matter how good your body is, it can't hold up.

    In order to take care of my mother's emotions, after I barely finished breakfast, I couldn't hold it any longer.

    When I woke up, it was almost night.

    Fu Zhihuan just woke up when the news of the divorce came.

    It's a bad feeling.

    Fu Zhihuan has never been so afraid.

    It was as if everything had become less important.

    Except, I want to see Wen Ruan.

    But he didn't go.

    Because Mr. Fu is here.

    The name Fu Lv was agreed upon by grandparents.

    Since I was a child, I have been crying like this, and it represents more than just a name.

    Fu Zhihuan changed her name after her grandmother passed away.

    Mr. Fu has always been brooding about this matter. Although he was worried about his grandson, he still couldn't forgive him for changing the name that the older generation took down.

    Fu Zhihuan also knew that he did this, so he should give an explanation.

    So when her physical condition just improved, she knelt at the door of Mr. Fu's room in the middle of the night until she was exhausted.

    He must take responsibility for the choices he has made over the years.

    Fu Zhihuan has always done a good job before, and can accomplish what he wants to do without interference and indifference.

    But now, I suddenly have selfishness.

    He wants to meet Wen Ruan.

    Wen Ruan didn't want to see Fu Zhihuan.

    For two and a half days, he hadn't sent a single message to himself, but now he appeared in the bar so openly chatting and laughing.

    Wen Ruan originally held the hope that "maybe he really has something to do", and was looking forward to the turn of events.

    But the moment I saw Fu Zhihuan here, that little hope seemed to be shattered in an instant.

    To admit that the person you like is actually far less concerned about yourself than you think. It is really a particularly hurtful thing.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned on the faucet, and rinsed her fingertips.

    The icy cold water calmed her down a little.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned off the faucet, and prepared to dry her hands.

    But to find out that the dryer is faulty, there is no wind.

    …whatever you do when you die.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, just as she was about to shake it and leave, suddenly a pack of tissues was handed in front of her.

    She raised her head in astonishment—

    A young boy in his early twenties.

    Single eyelid, handsome eyebrows, black short hair neatly handled, very juvenile.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then took the package: "Thank you..."

    The boy didn't say anything, just nodded his head in a muffled voice, then turned around and left.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, took out a piece of paper and wiped the water droplets from her fingertips.

    Never mind.

    Don't think about Fu Zhihuan anymore, anyway, there are so many people in the world, there will always be someone more suitable than him.

    Wen Ruan turned around and walked out of the bathroom, ready to inform her friends and leave.

    However, when I just walked through a private room, I heard a "boom" coming from the inside, very violent, as if it had knocked over something.

    She turned her head subconsciously—

    The people sitting in the private room were all young boys and girls, most of whom looked like they were just recently in college, dressed in fancy clothes and full of exaggerated tattoos.

    It can be seen that the tattoo artist's skills are not very good, and there is no beauty.

    Wen Ruan turned her gaze back, ready to continue walking forward.

    -"Seduce my girlfriend, right? You want me too?"

    -"Damn, I'm sorry to see you looking like this."

    -"Have you figured out my name? Take care of your eyes, what kind of eyes do you have? Do you owe it?"

     Hearing this, Wen Ruan frowned and turned her head again.

    And then I saw at a glance, just because I was blocked by someone, I didn't see another boy who was kicked on the ground.

    The boy raised his head, wiped the nosebleed from the blow with his hand, and said nothing.

    …Isn’t this the boy who handed him the tissue just now?

    Wen Ruan closed her eyes, then sighed, lifted her eyes, turned and walked to the door of the private room.

    "Excuse me."

    She raised her hand, tapped the door frame, then raised her chin in the direction of the boy who handed her the tissue: "My brother, come to pick him up, is it convenient to let him go?"

    In fact, some waiters have already noticed the movement here, but they all know that this young man is fighting, and it is not easy to manage.

    And the boys who beat people often walk in this street, they are full of gangsters, to offend such people is to cause trouble for themselves.

    However, Wen Ruan spoke so lightly to disrupt the situation, there was no word of fear in his eyes, and he looked hearty and neat.

    The people inside fell silent.

    The boys in the lead looked at each other, and then laughed.

    And some whistling and booing—

    "Xu Zeming, your sister is quite courageous."

    "I didn't expect your sister to be very straight. If you said it earlier, we wouldn't beat you."

    Xu Zeming?

    This should be the boy's name.

    Wen Ruan glanced at the boys beside her, and felt that if she wanted to take Xu Zeming away by herself today, it might not be easy.

    She sighed, took out her phone, and prepared to call the bar manager.

    If you can make trouble for yourself, just solve it with a little trouble.

    A phone call-

    "Hello, your phone is in arrears."

    “…”

    Arrears?

    Only then did Wen Ruan realize that the phone number she had been using for her contacts seemed to be in arrears two days ago.

    Current mobile phones are dual SIM cards.

    One is your mobile phone number, and the other is the data card that you change from time to time.

    Wen Ruan has been using the data card to surf the Internet these days, and she basically stays at home and does not move, and occasionally calls Qin Sushan through WeChat.

    Wait…

    So is it possible that all the messages Fu Zhihuan sent to him were blocked?

    The boy inside whistled and said, "Miss, do you still take Xu Zeming with you?"

    Wen Ruan didn't lift her head: "Wait a minute, I'll make a call first."

    "...?" Could you please respect us little bastards.

    The author has something to say: Surprise at night (too late)

    I really work and rest in the United States, I sleep at five o'clock in the afternoon and wake up in the afternoon, and after my first meal, it is four in the afternoon.

    My mom is going to hit me soon.

    Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-01-2100:14:15~2020-01-2103:40:09~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 28 bottles of me in the garden; 1 bottle of Zhi and Mackerel;

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