Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Mr. An frowned, coughed, and his tone was a little annoyed, but he still refrained and said in a loving voice: "Xiaoyin, what are you doing, just say hello to people? what?"

    Speaking, she also raised her head and explained with a smile: "Don't mind the two of you, she is usually quieter."

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while.

    Why is it two again.

    I am clearly standing in the same row as the two young masters!

    Finally, at the urging of Mr. An, secretly and secretly, An Xuyin took a deep breath, then held out his hand to Fu Mingheng, nodded, and said softly, "Hello."

    Fu Mingheng shook his hand politely, and politely introduced himself in two sentences.

    After doing this, she took a step back, as if preparing to stand beside her father again.

    At this moment, Mr. An frowned, raised his hand to support An Xuyin's back with a smile, and pushed her a step forward: "You child, you haven't Greeting Fu Ershao, why are you so impolite?"

    Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes.

    Crossing his arms, he turned sideways and looked at Mr. An carefully.

    However, I don't know if it was a coincidence or a guilty conscience. When Mr. An smirked and pushed out An Xuyin, his eyes were slightly skewed, and he glanced in the direction of Wen Ruan subconsciously.

    Seeing the line of sight collide, she immediately averted her eyes and pretended that nothing happened.

    ... Now she knows who this Mr. An is looking for.

    The Wen Jia usually does not have a deep friendship with An Shi. It can only be considered that there is no contradiction on the surface, but entrepreneurs, in order to win resources, have always become hostile at any time.

    Fu Mingheng, as the son of Fu's father, has been involved in the business world for many years, and has long been very sensitive to these twists and turns. If he wants to have a relationship with him, I am afraid it is not easy to start.

    But Fu Zhihuan is different. He is not interested in the business world, and he is still working in the Procuratorate. For these capitalists, no intention is the best choice.

    So, it is no wonder that so many people in Tong City reacted violently to the incident after learning that Wen and Fu broke off their engagement.

    An shi took such pains to organize this banquet, and it is estimated that he also has some thoughts of winning.

    Wen Ruan gritted her teeth.

    Gas.

    Awesome!

    My ex-fiancee is still here, although I didn't make it clear, but do you really think that the delicate girls can't see these twists and turns!

    Thinking like this, Wen Ruan turned her head and gave Fu Zhihuan a quiet glance.

    Why is this male fox so popular?

    But I didn't expect that Fu Zhihuan also tilted her head just to capture her small movements.

    He pursed his lower lip, his eyes moved slightly, but he said nothing.

    An Xuyin on the side was a little hard to ride a tiger, she bit her lower lip, took a deep breath, took a step forward, and stretched out her hand: "Hello, Fu Ershao."

    After thinking about it, she added: "Thank you for your help just now."

    Fu Zhihuan heard the sound, raised his eyes and looked in the direction of An Xuyin, he looked at her quietly for a while, then lowered his eyes and fell on the hand she handed out.

    After a while, the corners of his lips twitched, he seemed to laugh, and he raised his arms slightly.

    "Clang-"

    An Xuyin held out her hand for a long time, and when she heard this, she lowered her eyes, slowly closed her fingers in embarrassment, and then stepped back: "It's okay."

    "That's right."

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan seemed to suddenly remember something. He took out a tissue and wiped the water droplets on his arm slowly, and said slowly, "You shouldn't thank me just now."

    “…what?”

    "I'm not helping you, she's helping you."

    It's all said and done, even Mr. An, who didn't see the scene just now, now understands the little ninety-nine between Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan.

    The expression on Mr. An's face was obviously a little stiff.

    He laughed dryly and took a step: "The banquet is about to start, I'll take my daughter to prepare first, and we'll talk after the process is over."

    After he finished speaking, he turned around and left with An Xuyin.

    Fu Mingheng is a shrewd person, just quietly watching by the side for a while, he guessed Mr. An's intention, he laughed and stabbed Fu Zhihuan with his elbow: "I didn't expect it, Not long after I got home, so many good things?"

    Fu Zhihuan squinted his eyes and gave him a cool look.

    Wen Ruan sneered beside him and commented: "Indeed."

    “…”

    It seems that he has stabbed the big basket again.

    Fu Mingheng straightened up immediately, touched his nose, pretended that nothing happened, and said casually: "Hey, I saw Mr. Wang, I'll go say hello first, wait I'll see you again."

    Speaking and walking away.

    This time, only Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan were left.

    Wen Ruan folded her arms, raised her eyes and gave Fu Zhihuan a cold look, then turned her head, made a light "hum", raised her glass angrily, turned around and left.

    Fu Zhihuan laughed helplessly and followed behind her: "Why are you angry?"

    Wen Ruan didn't turn her head back, her voice turned into anger with a bit of shame: "I'm not angry! And you are not allowed to follow me!"

    As expected of a little goblin who messes with flowers, so many people arranged marriages for him before the banquet started.

    And in front of you!

    It's all the male fox's fault!

    Fu Zhihuan laughed: "Didn't I help you just now?"

    Wen Ruan took a few steps, and when she heard this, she paused, turned around, and put on her hips: "You are ashamed to say it! You shake hands!"

    Fu Zhihuan stood still and looked at Wen Ruan, who was bulging in front of him.

    It turned out to be jealous.

    He said lightly, "I didn't shake her hand."

    Wen Ruan said angrily: "Liar! I saw you ready to shake hands! It stopped because the red wine was spilled on your clothes!"

    Fu Zhihuan said with a low smile, "Well, that was my intention."

    Wen Ruan suddenly stopped.

    Being so touched, she recalled the somewhat unnatural movement of Fu Zhihuan when he raised his arm.

    Thinking of this, Wen Ruan, who was unhappy just now, suddenly lost her anger.

    She lowered her head and held it back for a long time before she uttered an awkward "oh".

      That boy, people came to you for WeChat?"

    …this man!

    How to turn against the generals!

    Wen Ruan immediately jumped back, covered her forehead, and made a double-standard remark: "Why are you so stingy! Helping people is not asking for anything in return!"

    Fu Zhihuan smiled, but did not refute her: "Well, you are right."

    After all, this is the most watched couple in Tong City recently.

    Wen Ruan noticed everyone's eyes, so she coughed, put down her hand covering her forehead, turned around and said, "I'll go first."

    He noticed Wen Ruan's dress today as soon as he approached.

    The tube top and low shoulders open-back gauze skirt complemented her already protruding figure and made her skinny. Especially when walking, every step made her temperament more outstanding.

    Many people subconsciously put their eyes on Wen Ruan and swept back and forth.

    A very interesting sight.

    It was like a small fire in the bottom of my heart, which made people more and more irritable.

    Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened slightly, he stretched out his hand suddenly and held Wen Ruan's shoulder.

    "What do you—"

    Before Wen Ruan finished speaking, she felt her body sink, and then suddenly, a suit jacket was placed on her body.

    She was stunned for a moment, then turned her head to look at Fu Zhihuan with a calm face behind her, and gritted her teeth: "What are you doing?"

    Fu Zhihuan was very calm: "It looks so good."

     Nice?

    The color of the coat doesn't match today's skirt at all, it's like a stew.

    Wen Ruan almost laughed angrily, and reached out to pull off his suit jacket: "Who do you see wearing a suit over a dress?"

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, reached out to grab her wrist, and said solemnly, "The air conditioner is very low."

    Wen Ruan: "But I'm not cold."

    Fu Zhihuan corrected: "You're cold."

    …? ?

    Why is there such a thing as forced cold?

    Wen Ruan was immediately stunned by Fu Zhihuan's assertive tone, and it took a moment for her to react. She thought about it carefully, then looked down at her dress, and suddenly became overwhelmed.

    She took a step forward, raised her head, approached Fu Zhihuan, raised her index finger and poked his chest lightly, with a smile: "Hey, are you jealous?"

    Fu Zhihuan looked down at the person in front of him, his eyes darkened, but he never said a word.

    Wen Ruan felt that he had pulled back a game.

    She could guess that Fu Zhihuan pretended to be calm in the next second, made excuses to cover up, and looked clumsy and panicked.

    At that time, I would take advantage of the victory to pursue, and I would definitely see the embarrassment of this dog man!

    "Well, that's fine."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed and thought about it carefully. He didn't let go of the hand that clasped Wen Ruan's wrist. Instead, he said seriously and slowly, "I'm really jealous."

    "...?" Wen Ruan was dumbfounded.

    Why doesn't this man play cards according to the routine!

    Fu Zhihuan's face turned red before Fu Zhihuan's face, but Wen Ruan's cheeks suddenly turned red, she raised her voice: "Why are you like this! You can't say yes!"

    You admit it, I would be super shy.

    Fu Zhihuan: "But I'm telling the truth."

    “…”

    Wen Ruan discovered that every time he provokes this male vixen, it will always be himself who will be cowardly in the end.

      , there's nothing to hide."

    Speaking of this, he paused, raised his eyes, then bent his eyes, with a fox-like smile in his eyes: "Otherwise, when will I be able to catch up with my little girl. "

    Damn.

    Why is this man such a vixen.

    The author has something to say: On the 2.1st, the weather conditions and the families who could not go out due to pneumonia finally faced the crisis of rupture today.

    After scolding my sister, my mother finally started scolding me formally.

    My dad also fell this afternoon.

    It's so sad, go to bully my sister to kill the fire.

    One more tonight.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of the invincible female man; 4 bottles of good; 28912826, waste skin, 401024802 bottles;

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