Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    When Wen Ruan touched Fu Zhihuan's arm, he realized that the body temperature all over his body was terrifyingly hot, and he seemed to have a high fever.

    However, at this moment, most of the clothes on his body were also wet, tightly clinging to his skin.

    He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing deeply, and his voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay."

    Wen Ruan was in a hurry and scolded: "Are you okay? Are you okay with a fever? You still come to a place like a bar with a fever?"

      Because I know you're coming."

    "You!"

    Wen Ruan choked, then twisted her head heavily, not looking at him.

    After a long time, he lowered his eyes and his eyelashes trembled slightly. She seemed to sigh helplessly, and took out her mobile phone from her pocket again as if resigned: "Wait, I'll see if I can get my dad to send a driver here..."

    Before the dialing action was made, Fu Zhihuan reached out and lightly pressed Wen Ruan's phone: "No need."

    Wen Ruan twitched her hand and raised her voice: "Why not? If I hadn't seen you in such a mess, I wouldn't have bothered my dad."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, he tried to stand up, but he stumbled forward uncontrollably.

    Wen Ruan quickly supported him: "What are you doing?"

    Fu Zhihuan adjusted his focus, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, sent a text message, and replied sternly, "Call a car."

    "I can't call it now..."

    “Di Di—”

     Before Wen Ruan could finish her words, a car honking sounded horizontally, interrupting all her thoughts.

    A black car was parked at the entrance of the corridor, its body washed brightly.

    The car window slowly rolled down, and the man in the driver's seat exposed his head and shouted respectfully, "Mr. Fu, I'm here!"

    “…?”

    Wen Ruan was stunned, and it took a long time for her to feel sorry. She turned her head and asked angrily, "So you were actually driven by the driver?"

    Fu Zhihuan nodded.

    Wen Ruan: "Then you and I are pretending to hide from the rain! The cold wind has been blowing for almost half an hour here!"

      ."

    This person is so embarrassed now that he can provoke himself like a joke.

    The driver also got out of the car at the moment, and hurried over with an umbrella: "Mr. Fu, I'll pick you up..."

    "Pick her up first." Fu Zhihuan raised his head and glanced at the narrow black umbrella, and raised his chin in Wen Ruan's direction.

    The driver nodded immediately: "Miss Wen, come with me first."

    Wen Ruan originally wanted to persuade Fu Zhihuan to leave first, but looking at his appearance, he knew that 80% of them would not listen to the persuasion.

    She sighed and walked under the umbrella.

    A huge sense of dizziness surged up, the temple was like being stabbed by thousands of needles, and every part of the skull was aching.

    He coughed heavily, and his body leaned forward because of the sudden weakness.

    He raised his hand to support his hot forehead, but felt that the picture in front of him became blurred, the tinnitus became louder, and the surrounding rain became hazy. I heard an anxious cry--

    "Mr. Fu! Are you alright!"

    When Fu Zhihuan was helped into the car, his eyes were closed, and the cold sweat on his forehead slid down his chin all the way to his neck.

    Appears to have fallen into a coma.

    Wen Ruan just found out that Fu Zhihuan has a high fever.

    However, he didn't expect his physical condition to be on the verge of the limit.

    The driver returned to the driver's seat, started the car, turned his head to look behind, and asked, "Miss Wen, shall I take you home first?"

    Wen Ruan frowned and looked down at Fu Zhihuan's condition: "No, take him back to Fu's house first."

    The driver nodded.

    Continuous rain knocks on the window, washing the glass, distorting the scenery outside the window into another look.

    Wen Ruan asked, "Has he been having a fever tonight?"

    The driver was silent for a while, then nodded: "Yes."

    "What's the matter?" Wen Ruan frowned.

    It's only been two days, Fu Zhihuan's physical fitness has always been very high, why did he suddenly have a fever?

    The driver sighed and said: "After the second young master returned home, the master made a lot of fire and took the family law. I don't know the other details, but I heard people say, not only that , the second young master also knelt in front of Mr. Fu's study all night, so his physical condition has not been very good these days."

    “…”

    Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that it was only four days before Fu Zhihuan was discharged from the hospital for recuperation.

    The old injury caused by the previous car accident should not be healed, but he didn't mention it at all, so it seemed that there was no serious problem.

    It's family law and kneeling all night, and the iron body can't stand such stimulation.

    It has been raining so much now, and the wind is blowing in the middle of the night, it is estimated that the old disease will relapse.

    While sulking, Wen Ruan took out the paper and wiped the sweat from Fu Zhihuan's forehead.

    How come this person never takes his body seriously.

    And why is Mr. Fu like this! Don't you feel sorry for your grandson?

    Angry! I will never give him a parrot as a birthday present again next year!

    While driving the car, the driver quietly glanced at the rearview mirror and looked at the situation in the back seat.

    Finally in red and green, I had the opportunity to take out my mobile phone and send a text message to Fu Changming like a thief:

    "Sir, I have good news and bad news on my side."

    The message came back quickly.

    [Fu Changming]: Speak.

    [Driver Xiao Li]: The bad news is that the second young master has a high fever and looks very bad now.

    [Driver Xiao Li]: The good news is that Miss Wen is in the car preparing to send the second young master back, and she looks worried.

    Fu Zhihuan was just a little fit tonight. After learning that Wen Ruan was at the bar, he put on a coat at midnight and called the driver to run over.

    So Fu Changming contacted the driver immediately and asked him to keep an eye on his son. If there was any trouble, he would report it himself.

    In the meantime, monitor the progress of the relationship between the two.

    Right now, after receiving this news, Fu Changming thought about it carefully, and then paced back and forth in the living room.

    Mother Fu was disturbed by him: "Why are you walking in the living room in the middle of the night?"

    Fu Changming touched his chin and said thoughtfully: "Do you think this Wen Ruan is still angry with that kid in our family?"

    Mother Fu was nibbling on the melon seeds, and said angrily: "Of course, you are so easy to coax us as women? If you say forgive, forgive."

    “…”

    Old Mr. Fu Changming, who was scolded by the opportunity, touched his nose with a guilty conscience: "I didn't tell you this, what I mean is, why don't we create a chance for Ruan Ruan and the others?"

    The car arrived at the door of Fu's house.

    However, the Jing'an Mansion, which was originally brightly lit, is now pitch-dark, and there is no light in the house.

    The driver coughed dryly, then turned his head: "sorry, Miss Wen, please wait for me here, I will send the young master in."

    Wen Ruan frowned: "Where's your housekeeper?"

    Driver: "Master and Madam went to Mr. Fu's house today, the eldest young master is working overtime in the company, and today they also gave the servants a short vacation, so Jing'an mansion should not be available tonight. people."

    No one?

    Wen Ruan glanced at Fu Zhihuan, who was still in a coma with a high fever.

    Is it possible to let him sleep at home for one night?

    Seeing the driver help Fu Zhihuan to get out of the car with difficulty, while holding his umbrella swaying, Wen Ruan sighed and got out of the car, reaching out to take the umbrella for them : "Forget it, I'll take you in."

    I entered Jing'an Mansion all the way, only to find that it was exactly as the driver said.

    The whole villa is quiet, there is no light at all, and the huge house looks empty.

    After putting Fu Zhihuan in place, Wen Ruan turned around and asked, "Is there really no servant in your family?"

    The driver nodded his head with a guilty conscience: "Yes! Today is a rare holiday, so I must have gone home! I'll be ready to send you back later, so I'll go home and see my parents. "

    Wen Ruan was stunned when she heard this, then looked down at Fu Zhihuan.

    Is it possible to let him stay here alone? Still having a high fever? This is too bad, right?

    "Mr. Fu and they are not coming back?"

    "They are at Mr. Fu's house, and they have probably rested now, and they won't be back in a while."

    Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan lying on the bed.

    His black hair was messy, and the broken hair on his forehead was still a little wet at the moment, and a light hit his cheek, making the bones more distinct.

    …It would be too miserable to just ignore him.

     I have a fever all night and no one takes care of me. It is estimated that the disease will only get worse and worse.

    Thinking of this, Wen Ruan moved her steps and opened her mouth.

    But the moment she was about to speak, she suddenly stopped—

    No!

    Have you forgotten how this dog man lied to him? Now you still want to stay and take care of him? What a shame!

    So Wen Ruan put on an indifferent look and nodded indifferently: "Oh, let's go then."

    The driver hesitated for a while, but still didn't say a word. He took Wen Ruan out and tentatively said, "Miss Wen, you and the second young master..."

    "We're fine." Wen Ruan interrupted.

    Hey.

    The driver shook his head and mourned in his heart.

    Looking at the marriage of the two young masters from home, it is completely cold.

    The two pushed open the door of Jing'an Villa and walked towards the direction where the car was parked.

    No one was talking, only the sound of neat footsteps.

    However, suddenly, the footsteps stopped abruptly.

    The driver was stunned for a moment, then turned his head: "Miss Wen?"

    Wen Ruan stood on the spot without speaking, with her head lowered, making it difficult to see the expression on her face, she bit her lower lip after a long time and turned around: "Forget it, I won't be tonight. gone back."

    Driver: "Huh?"

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth and said in a bad tone, "I'm afraid your second young master will die this night alone."

    The Fu couple hiding in the villa next door: The plan is through.

    ~

    Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 418328891;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: mostly 5 bottles; cat baby 2 bottles;

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