Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The rain shows no sign of stopping, but it is getting bigger and bigger.

    She gave a soft hiss, gritted her teeth in the cold, then folded her arms and moved to the side, deliberately keeping a safe distance from Fu Zhihuan.

    Although the incident just now was turned over in silence, it did not reduce the embarrassment in the air at all.

    Fu Zhihuan patted the water droplets on his body, raised his eyes and asked, "Did you get a taxi?"

    Wen Ruan was not in a good mood, and his tone was like eating a gun: "Why else am I here to enjoy the rain with you?"

    Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly.

    As soon as she finished speaking, she saw a mother in the distance carrying her child toward the passage, her trouser legs were all water-stained, and strands of hair stuck to her cheeks.

    "Hey, I finally found a place to hide from the rain, my dear, now stand by for a while, and my mother will wipe the water for you."

    The mother put down the little girl who was about four or five years old in her arms.

    The little girl nodded obediently, raised her little face, and held a small windmill that she had bought on the side of the road before, when the wind blew, the windmill whirled.

    The mother frowned, and felt the pockets all over her body, but couldn't find a napkin, so she could only support the cuff with her palm and wipe the child's face: "Wait a moment, Daddy will pick you up later."

    "Auntie, I have tissues here."

    Seeing this, Wen Ruan hurriedly pulled out a pack of tissues from her bag and handed it over: "Wipe it with this."

    "Thank you, thank you."

    The middle-aged woman hurriedly thanked her, took out a piece of paper, and wiped the little girl's face earnestly: "Nam, thank you sister quickly."

    The little girl turned her head, looking a little timid, and said in a low voice: "Thank you sister."

    The little milk voice is so cute.

    Wen Ruan was moved to tears, feeling that her heart hurt by Fu Zhihuan was finally healed.

    She squatted down and couldn't help but wanted to touch the head of this little bean.

    But the little girl closed her mouth and drilled into her mother's arms.

    The woman looked a little embarrassed: "I'm sorry, she's a little afraid of life."

    "It's fine." Wen Ruan laughed, her face completely indifferent: "That's good."

    As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a "click".

    The windmill in the little girl's hand fell to the ground, she immediately straightened up from her mother's arms and wanted to reach out to pick it up.

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, bent down to pick up the windmill, squatted in front of the little girl, and handed it over: "Here."

      Sentence: "Thank you brother!"

    After he finished speaking, he stretched out his short arms and made a hug, pretending to want Fu Zhihuan to hug him.

    Wen Ruan: "...?"

    Why are you not afraid of birth now?

    This little girl actually has two faces.

    The little girl's mother also looked a little embarrassed, so she coughed and tried to ease the atmosphere: "You two are boyfriend and girlfriend? It looks like a good match."

    New hatred and old hatred were superimposed together, Wen Ruan gritted her teeth and looked at the face that even the little girl did not let go of, her voice was full of anger: "No! Familiar! Who knows him! Not a good match! Not a good match at all!"

    This string of denials made women stunned for a while.

    It took a long time for her to react, and then she shook her head helplessly and said with a smile: "Forget it, don't get angry with your boyfriend, the young man is so handsome, he looks better than The buttons in my house are much more reliable. And how can couples not quarrel? Just don’t hurt your relationship.”

    Wen Ruan: "No... I'm not a couple with him."

    Fu Zhihuan rubbed the little girl's head, then stood up and added warmly, "Not for now."

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth: "What are you answering?"

    “…”

    Wen Ruan suddenly realized something was wrong.

    Why do you think this conversation is a bit familiar.

    The little girl was coquettishly surrounding Fu Zhihuan, holding up the windmill in her hand: "Look! Brother! The windmill! Look!"

    Fu Zhihuan was helpless, stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples, then squatted down and responded with a few words, with a half-coaxed compromise in his tone: "Well, I see."

    Looking at the incomparably harmonious big and small, Wen Ruan almost ran away from the passage in anger, she looked at the face that attracted bees and butterflies in front of her with hatred, and Fu Zhihuan had already turned against her. Repeatedly scolded seven or eight times.

    It really is a male fox!

    At this moment, the girl's mother glanced across the road, and suddenly shouted overjoyedly, and beckoned: "Hey! Lao Jin! We are here!"

    Then, a middle-aged man with a broad stature, holding a black umbrella, rushed over in a hurry.

    Looking at this hurried look, Bacheng is the husband of this woman.

    "I found you, it's raining so hard, did you get wet?"

    "It's okay, let's find a place to hide from the rain."

    "Where's the girl?"

     "Well, here it is. Look at her, and she is attached to others and won't let go. Lao Jin, you have to educate your daughter well when you look back, and see how promising she is."

    Although the wife said so, her face was full of sweetness, she turned to her husband to look away, and shouted: "Nam, daddy is here."

    The husband happily rubbed his hands together and looked in the direction of his daughter: "Honey, do you want to..."

    Before he finished speaking, he suddenly stopped.

    At this moment, the eyes of the two collided, and the atmosphere seemed to become quiet at this moment, and even the noisy rain outside seemed to be muted.

    That is a face Fu Zhihuan will never forget in his life.

    Jin Chen Hyuk.

    The murder of Fu Yuqing is the only breakthrough.

    Jin Chenhe also clearly recognized Fu Zhihuan, his whole person seemed to be frozen, his pupils shrank, and there was a brief panic in his eyes.

    “…”

    The atmosphere is strange.

    Fu Zhihuan stared at the man in front of him with a pair of dark eyes. He pursed his thin lips lightly. Everyone present could not help but keep silent.

    What happened?

    Wen Ruan did not understand the situation in front of her.

    Do these two know each other?

    Just when she thought that the surroundings would be so quiet forever, a sudden roar from her throat broke everything.

    "What the **** is going on? Stay away from my family!"

    Jin Chenhe had blue veins all over his forehead. He grabbed his daughter, put one hand on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder, and clenched his fist with the other, moving towards him in a windy manner. Hit him in the stomach.

    The wife didn't react. She covered her child's eyes and shouted, "Jin Chenhe! What are you doing!"

    Wen Ruan paused for half a second, then quickly stepped forward to stop the man's movements.

    “Pop—”

    However, before she could make a move, she saw Fu Zhihuan hold down the hand on her shoulder, and then clenched the fist that was hitting her abdomen with great precision.

    Jin Chenhe panicked in his heart, but he still insisted: "What the **** are you ready to do? If you dare to trouble my family, I will let you—cough! "

    Before anyone finished speaking, Fu Zhihuan pressed his eyebrows down, his eyes darkened, he turned around neatly, moved his hands up, and grabbed Jin Chenhe's neck, Hit him hard against the wall.

    The wife's heart swayed, and her voice rose a few degrees: "Stop fighting!"

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    She rarely saw Fu Zhihuan become like this.

    And now, it is different from before.

    Fu Zhihuan's eye sockets were a little red, and the red blood was clearly visible.

    What's more terrifying is that Fu Zhihuan's hand around the man's neck still has a tendency to tighten.

    Seeing that something was wrong, Wen Ruan quickly grabbed Fu Zhihuan's arm and went straight in front of him: "Fu Zhihuan!"

    Fu Zhihuan did not move.

    Wen Ruan raised his voice: "Fu Zhihuan!"

    Finally, these words seemed to suddenly tug at a certain string in Fu Zhihuan's head.

    He lowered his eyelids, was silent for a moment, and then released his hand without a word.

    "Bang."

    Jin Chenhe had weak legs, fell to the ground against the wall, and coughed as if he was dying.

    The wife hurriedly stepped forward to check whether the person was injured or not.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't move, just stood in front of him calmly.

    Finally, Jin Chenhe took a breath, he touched his neck, his face flushed with gritted teeth: "I tell you, I don't know anything about what happened 20 years ago. If you keep pestering my family, I'll…”

    "What?"

      : "Mr. Jin, long time no see, so this is your daughter?"

    The half-smiling tone made Jin Chenhe tremble. He pushed his wife away and stepped forward aggressively to grab Fu Zhihuan's collar.

    pop

      But don’t blame me for being unreasonable if you continue to provoke me again and again.”

    The atmosphere suddenly turned cold.

& nbsp; What's the trouble."

    When Jin Chenhe heard this, his back froze and he withdrew his hand angrily, but his eyes were still fixed on Fu Zhihuan.

    No one answered.

    The wife was even more anxious, and hurriedly stepped forward with a dry smile and coaxed: "Sir, my husband was very angry when he was young, and he did cause a lot of trouble. He offended you, don't take it to heart. Now we both just want to live a good life, I will keep an eye on him and won't let him go out and make trouble again. "

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes.

    The last time I saw Jin Chenhe was five years ago.

    At that time, he was still a little gangster in the street market, shirtless, tattooed with indistinct tattoos, and he would fight with people at every turn.

    And now, she is much leaner, and she doesn't look that ruffian, and she has a beard. She looks like a standard father and husband.

    It looks like she is really ready to live her life.

    Fu Zhihuan glanced around his eyes with his peripheral vision.

    The little girl stepped back tremblingly, looking at the person in front of her nervously.

    “…”

      Voice: "Go back, Mr. Jin, it's raining heavily tonight, don't let the child catch a cold."

    Jin Chenhe clenched his fist tightly. Hearing this, he gave Fu Zhihuan a strange look, then bit his lower lip, picked up the child without saying a word, and handed the umbrella over to him. to the wife, and then stepped into the rain screen.

    The family of three hid under a big umbrella and drifted away.

    Wen Ruan watched them leave, then frowned a little, thought for a while, then turned around; "What's the matter? You don't usually do this, who is that man..."

    Who knew that when he turned his head, he was stunned, and all the words were stuck in his throat and could not be said.

    Fu Zhihuan looked distressed.

    He stretched out his hand to cover his abdomen tightly, tightened his fingers, and supported the wall with one hand, because the meridians on the back of his hand were clearly defined because of too much force. There was cold sweat oozing out from his forehead, and drops fell on the ground, and even his lips turned slightly pale.

    “…what’s the matter with you?”

    Wen Ruan looked at him like this, and the anger in his heart was instantly put aside, and he stepped forward to help him in three steps.

    Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes, and the red blood in his eyes was clearly discernible.

    It seems that the backs of the family of three are gradually condensed into a dot in the rain.

    So many years, it turned out to be only a momentary thing.

    Torturing myself for so long.

    He still left nothing for Fu Yuqing.

    Does nothing.

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