Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The banquet is over.

    An Xuyin was in the bedroom, the door was closed, but he could vaguely hear his own father outside, saying something in a high-pitched voice—

    "It's really useless, I spent so much effort to organize this birthday party for her, but it turned out to be a joke!"

    "Tell me about this Fu Ershao, who hasn't been back to Tong City for several years, so she finally got a chance.

    An family's birthday party, many people looked at it with admiration, and privately felt that the An family must have pity her own daughter, so she sent An Mengqing away again. So much fanfare.

    But An Xuyin knew that his father did this not for himself, but for the family's face.

    The daughter whom he has raised for more than 20 years is not his own. If he still stays at home and does not drive him away, Father An is afraid that the famous family will criticize him and think that the An family will change. Stability, may be shared by outsiders in the future, thus affecting their own marriage or cooperation.

    That's why she sent An Mengqing away in such a hurry, and wanted to make An Xuyin a lady.

    An Xuyin was originally introverted and weak, and being forced like this, not only did he not learn half a point, but he became more restrained.

    At this moment, she listened to Father An outside, and she made a rebuke that she deliberately wanted to hear, her lips were about to bleed.

    The little girl from the Wen family.

    An Xuyin lowered her head and stirred her hands together.

    Indeed, Wen Ruan is a very eye-catching person, and he is two different types.

    I am afraid that she will never be like herself, always humiliated by others, living like this under the overwhelming prejudice.

    She was spoiled by her parents and—

    An Xuyin thought of Fu Zhihuan.

    The girl's mind is very sensitive, and she can see that the man looks at Wen Ruan with a smile in his eyes.

    It is such a cold shell, but it can be gentle to a person like this.

    An Xuyin buried her head on her knees.

    She really envy Wen Ruan.

    Maybe, and a little jealousy.

    In such a flash, nearly a week has passed.

    Fu Zhihuan was injured in a car accident and the arrest of Peng Mengyin. In addition, his work performance has always been excellent. In the past few years, he basically did it all year round.

    So this time, the hospital gave him a two-week vacation to let him recover.

    Wen Ruan also thought about it, and decided that if there was no accident, he would return to Jiangcheng in two days.

    In this case, of course, we must seize the last few days of happiness and leisure, and enjoy the happy life of eating, sleeping, sleeping, and eating at home.

    However, Wen Ruan soon discovered that such a life is not happy.

    Because a sticky spirit appeared in the sky—

    Fu Zhihuan.

    The first day.

    Wen Ruan slept until eleven o'clock in the morning, rubbing her stomach, with her messy hair ready to go downstairs to find something to eat.

    As a result, she just took out a small cake from the refrigerator, turned her head with a fork in her mouth, and saw the uninvited guest on the sofa.

    Fu Zhihuan.

    Fu Zhihuan and his mother, Ms. Xie Ai, were sitting side by side on the sofa.

    In front of me is a stall of flower arrangement materials.

    Ms. Xie Ai held the gold frame glasses and taught Fu Zhihuan how to arrange flowers.

    And Fu Zhihuan, in Wen Ruan's cognition, has always been "exuding a cold and arrogant like a lone wolf in the forest", but at this moment, he is actually sitting in a pile of colorful flowers. In front of you, listen carefully to the teaching.

    Ms. Xie Ai was quite moved: "Alu is such a good boy, few people usually listen to me like this, let alone be interested in them. Ruan Ruan gives it to you , I'm relieved."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed: "Auntie praised it."

    Wen Ruan bit her fork with a serious face: "??"

    I haven't agreed to date him yet!

    Next, Ms. Xie Ai, who was successfully attacked, started the following actions: leave Fu Zhihuan for lunch - leave Fu Zhihuan for dinner - match Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan - let them go for a walk in the garden - after sending Fu Zhihuan away Brainwashed Wen Ruan to praise Fu Zhihuan.

    However, the next day.

    Wen Ruan woke up early this time, nervously instructing the servants not to open the door to this particularly scheming clingy.

    After doing these things, she went upstairs proudly, but as soon as she turned her head, she heard conversations coming from the study.

    And the voice was very familiar...

    Wen Ruan quietly opened the door to see—

    Fu Zhihuan and Mr. Wen Fengchen were sitting opposite each other, with a chessboard in front of them, at the moment he was sitting very seriously and playing Go.

    After a while, I heard Fu Zhihuan say, "Mr. Wen, I lost again."

    Wen Fengchen laughed: "I only narrowly won, and playing chess with you is much more interesting than playing chess with those stinky chess baskets. For so many years, I have never met a few like this. opponent."

    Fu Zhihuan chuckled and said modestly, "Compared with Mr. Wen, my experience is far from enough. But I have an unkind request. I wonder if Mr. Wen would mind?"

    Wen Fengchen is very interested: "You say."

    Fu Zhihuan: "I figured out that Mr. Wen played a few more rounds. I wonder if he has this honor?"

    Wen Fengchen rubbed his palms and laughed, looking very satisfied: "Of course, I rarely meet people who are good at chess and willing to play with an old man like me. Come, come, let's continue."

    Wen Ruan, who was peeking from the side, felt that something was wrong.

    She has heard of Fu Zhihuan's chess skills. It's strange that her father's stinky chess basket can beat him. Others don't want to play chess with him. So sorry to say.

    Sinister!

    But Wen Ruan just saw that it was completely useless, Mr. Wen Fengchen was coaxed by him to be happy, so he repeated the following actions: keep people for lunch - keep people for dinner - daily match - ask them Going for a walk in the garden - after seeing Fu Zhihuan off, he was flirting.

      , Wen Ruan finally couldn't bear it anymore.

    "You're a prosecutor!"

    When Wen Ruan was walking in the garden for the third time, she was so angry: "You actually gossip with my parents all night, should the heroine run with the ball?"

    Fu Zhihuan corrected: "I am not gossiping, but rational analysis with dialectical thinking."

    “…”

    Wen Ruan was speechless, she turned around dully, walked around the garden, and then asked, "Aren't you boring?"

    Fu Zhihuan has a rare holiday.

    I just went around the two old people whose daily life was extremely boring, and stayed for three days without any perfunctory.

    Wen Ruan thinks that she is her own daughter, and she can't be so patient.

    The moon is beautiful.

      All seriously.

    Wen Ruan could feel it very clearly, as if there was a feather, scratching his heart.

    How can this man be like this.

    She snorted softly, turned her head, and took a few steps forward with her hands behind her back, but stopped suddenly, hesitated for a long time, took a deep breath, and asked, "Then, will you still be there tomorrow? come?"

    Fu Zhihuan said with a low smile, "Of course."

    The corners of Wen Ruan's lips curled up.

    Although she and Qin Sushan put down the conversation before and said, "If you forgive Fu Zhihuan easily, you will learn to bark", but now, she is still very hopeless and soft-hearted.

    Learn to bark.

    When Fu Zhihuan comes tomorrow, tell him that he has forgiven him for this matter.

    Early morning.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't come early today like he used to.

    But Xie Yan came back late.

    In the early hours of yesterday, Xie Yanchi took a plane and flew back from Jiangcheng. He heard that before entering the house, his uncle rushed out of the house to clean up, until this morning Just put it in.

    When Wen Ruan heard the news, she jumped up from the bed, and ran to the uncle's villa next door to watch.

    “Pop—”

    Jie ruler slammed **** Xie Yanchi's thigh.

    Father Xie was so angry: "You're still poor with me, and your good marriage has spoiled you."

    Xie Yanchi leaned against the wall lazily, raised his hand and rubbed his arm: "Yo, that's such a pity. But it's also true, people of my character can't go to harm Isn't everyone a lady?"

    "You're still poor!" Father Xie hit him on the arm again: "I have to let you know today, what are family rules!"

    "Click."

    At this moment, a very loud voice came.

    The two who were still arguing just now turned their heads together—

    Wen Ruan leaned against the door of the study, still wearing bunny ear pajamas, with a bag of potato chips in her hand, and was watching this big scene nervously at the moment.

    Then took out one of the slices, put it in his mouth, and took a very loud bite.

    Seeing both of them looking at her, she coughed, then smiled and hid the potato chips behind her back, sweetly shouting, "Hello, uncle! Uncle looks younger!"

    “…”

    Father Xie saw Wen Ruan's smiling face, and was silent for a while, and he couldn't express his temper.

    So he coughed and glared at Xie Yanchi: "I'll settle the account with you later!"

    After speaking, she turned away angrily with her hands behind her back.

    Wen Ruan handed the potato chips to him: "You can't eat potato chips for free. What about the things I asked you to customize?"

    Xie Yanchi glanced at her and smiled: "I don't have a conscience, I just got beaten up by your uncle, so are you asking me for something like this?"

    Wen Ruan: "I gave the money."

    Wen Ruan: "I gave the money."

    Wen Ruan took it and opened the box.

    It's a Taoxun.

    It is exactly the same as the one that broke at Fu Zhihuan's house.

    Wen Ruan was very satisfied: "Thank you."

    "Hey."

    Xie Yanchi suddenly stopped her, leaned against the wall, and said slowly, "Fu Zhihuan shouldn't be here today."

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled.

    Xie Yanchi raised her eyes and said lightly: "An's handed Fu's invitation letter yesterday, and this is the third time this week. Now, no matter what, their Fu family will also You have to give people a face."

    The author has something to say: At 11:50, my mother struggled to wake up and had another fight with me.

     Choked.

    I really want to go to school and whimper.

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 26 bottles of nine wines; 10 bottles of mopian; fruit tea, 401024805 bottles; 3 bottles of Yi; 1 bottle of Jin;

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