Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    At noon, the weather turned cloudy.

    After a few muffled thunder, light rain started to fall.

    Fu Zhihuan did not come.

    An's recently won the land on Long'an Street. This family invitation is an invitation issued in the name of cooperation.

    Whenever it comes to business interests, one cannot decide by temperament, so it is normal for Mr. Fu to go to an appointment.

    Wen Ruan was lying in front of the windowsill and watching the rain outside, suddenly felt a little upset for no reason.

    Rainy days always make you feel bad.

    Out of sight, out of mind, she simply turned around, slumped into her wheelchair and stared at the ceiling above her head boredly.

    Although I know that Fu Zhihuan may also have difficulties, almost everyone knows about An's little ninety-nine.

    As soon as he imagined that he might be tied to An Xuyin at the dinner party, Wen Ruan felt uncomfortable all over.

    Not happy.

    I was going to give Fu Zhihuan a gift today as a surprise.

    Don't give it to him this week!

    The mobile phone on the table vibrated, Wen Ruan stood up straight with a carp, fished the mobile phone in front of him, glanced at the screen, and the spirit of being cheered up just now, at this moment But it fell back all of a sudden.

    [Xie Yanchi]: hi~

    Wen Ruan was not interested.

    [Wen Ruan]: Hey shit.

     There is nothing that can't be solved by eating hot pot, and I have prepared a surprise gift for you.

    Wen Ruan thought about it.

    Also, I've been staying at home for so few days, and I've been suffocated long ago. Going out to eat hot pot and strolling down the street can also make myself think less about Fu Zhihuan.

    [Wen Ruan]: Cheng, I'm here to find you?

    Wen Ruan thought about it, and suddenly came to the spirit.

    [Wen Ruan]: It's boring to eat hot pot with only you.

    [Xie Yanchi]:?

    [Wen Ruan]: Call your brother too, I will treat you.

    After sending this sentence, she threw her mobile phone aside, then propped up the armrest of the chair, grabbed the makeup in front of her, and put a moisturizing mask on her face.

    Xie Yanchi reminded her.

    Not only do I want to eat hot pot, but I also want to post selfies. It’s best to take a picture of Xie Yanchi’s group of bells and whistles, and finally post the settings in Moments only to Fu Zhihuan!

    TIT FOR TIT!

    The rain is getting heavy.

    Wen Ruan held her chin and looked at the heavy rain outside the window expressionlessly, then lowered her eyes and glanced at the two messages Xie Yanchi had just sent.

    [Xie Yanchi]: I can't come, maybe you don't believe me, I met my first love.

    [Xie Yanchi]: Love is hard to find, bye bye.

    Wen Ruan almost didn't block him.

    Does he think he will believe this kind of mentally retarded reason thought up with his toes?

    Wen Ruan snorted coldly, flicked the wine glass in front of her with her index finger, and pursed her lips.

    Sure enough, men are not good things.

    The surrounding people were noisy, but the atmosphere at my table was extremely quiet and depressing.

    The loneliness index of eating hot pot alone is too high, and the waiter's eyes looking at him again and again with curiosity, finally brought Wen Ruan's irritability to the peak.

    She stood up, picked up the satchel on the side, stepped on high heels to the door, and rummaged for the umbrella she was hanging in the umbrella area.

    Not found.

    Wen Ruan's mood suddenly dropped to the extreme.

    When people are unlucky, they drink cold water, and they will jam their teeth, and the umbrellas that are placed here will be stolen by some morally corrupt people.

    She stared at the pouring rain outside, took a deep breath, and prepared to go back to the hot pot restaurant to ask the clerk to borrow an umbrella.

    "Do you want me to take you?"

    At this moment, an umbrella was raised over her head, and a young but familiar male voice rang in her ears.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at the source of the sound, then slightly startled: "Is it you?"

    The person here is Xu Zeming.

    Xu Zeming saw Wen Ruan recognize him, the corners of his lips curled up, and a smile in his eyes: "I thought you didn't know me anymore, but I didn't expect you to remember."

    Speaking, she moved the umbrella over her head: "Are you going home? Shall I take you back?"

    Wen Ruan frowned, turned her head, and said nothing.

    After going back that day, Wen Ruan received a lot of news from Xu Zeming, some were invitations to go out, and some were vague confessions.

    At this moment, she could see at a glance the intention in Xu Zeming's eyes when he looked at him.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, looked up at the rain outside, then smiled and moved away, walked out of Xu Zeming's umbrella, with a polite but alienated tone: "No, I will take a taxi. "

    After all, she doesn't like Xu Zeming.

    There is no need to have too much contact with him, or give him any hope and hints, which is not good for anyone.

    Wen Ruan subconsciously responded: "Huh?"

    Xu Zeming said: "I don't care if you refuse, it's my decision to pursue you."

    The eyes looked clean and clear, but for some reason, Wen Ruan always felt some unspeakable violation.

    "Hello."

    Suddenly a low male voice sounded behind the two, with a touch of displeasure in his tone: "Take the umbrella."

    Wen Ruan turned her head.

      Xu Zeming, full of hostility.

    Xu Zeming and Fu Zhihuan looked at each other.

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    Why is Fu Zhihuan here?

    At this moment, the phone in the bag vibrated again.

    [Xie Yanchi]: Surprise?

    …?

    Is this the surprise gift he said?

    Wen Ruan Daigo empowerment.

    It turned out that these two men had long since reached an alliance, and co-authored them to deceive themselves, so that they could meet Fu Zhihuan?

    Xu Zeming tore off his jacket expressionlessly, and his voice was cold: "Fu Ershao, I remember I said, now, the two of us are playing fair, right?"

    Fu Ershao?

    Wen Ruan was a little surprised.

    How did Xu Zeming know Fu Zhihuan's identity? Obviously, no one mentioned it to him at that time.

    Fu Zhihuan didn't look surprised at all, his eyes when he looked at Xu Zeming didn't waver at all, and he was surprisingly calm.

    After a long time, he laughed softly, took a few steps forward, then stopped in front of Xu Zeming and looked down at him.

    The height difference between the two is about half a head, but the eyes looking at each other are extremely sharp.

    "Did I say yes?"

    Fu Zhihuan's indifferent tone was somewhat inexplicably coercive: "If you say fair competition, I will compete with you fairly? You think I look like such a reasonable person. ?"

    Xu Zeming pursed his lips tightly, did not say a word, just raised his head and looked back at Fu Zhihuan without giving up.

    After a long time, he lowered his voice and said in a volume that only the two of them could hear: "Fu Lu, I'm not as easy to mess with as you think."

    The emotion in Fu Zhihuan's eyes did not waver at all, instead he laughed and said only one word: "Oh."

    Wen Ruan frowned, ready to step forward and pull the two away.

    But at this moment, the phone vibrated again.

    [Xie Yanchi]: Hey, hey, don't try to persuade me, this big scene will be hard to see in the future.

      Historic scene, I'm videotaping it.

    Wen Ruan almost put a question mark on the top of her head.

    [Wen Ruan]: Co-author, have you been watching in secret?

    [Xie Yanchi]: Otherwise, I am a qualified executive. I guessed that Fu Zhihuan would be late, so I specially let you go.

    …?

    So you're the thief with corrupt morals?

    Stealing things is fine, but the co-author even charged Fu Zhihuan money?

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan turned around, walked to Wen Ruan's side, raised his hand and clasped her shoulders, and hugged her in his direction.

    The palm is hot and powerful, with a bit of domineering.

    "Huh?"

    She turned her head subconsciously, thinking that she had to say goodbye politely to Xu Zeming, but just as her head was tilted, Fu Zhihuan raised his hand to hold the back of her head and stopped her movement: "Don't To see him."

    Just like a vinegar king.

    Wen Ruan stretched out her hand and pushed Fu Zhihuan, gritted her teeth and said, "What do you care about me? And who is going to leave with you? And you're not going with An's today..."

    "Well, I ran away."

    Fu Zhihuan didn't lower his head and said calmly, "Because I promised yesterday, I'm coming to see you today."

    But this kind of serious matter does not mean that you can escape.

    In order to be afraid of accidents, Fu Zhihuan spent a lot of money on Master Xie. In case he didn't slip out, he also asked him to accompany Wen Ruan for an afternoon to make her happy.

    Wen Ruan was a little stunned, she stopped and corrected in a low voice: "No, you promised to come to my house yesterday, but I didn't say you want to see me."

    Fu Zhihuan looked down at her, pondered for a while, and then said very seriously: "The purpose is this, the process doesn't matter."

    Wen Ruan bit her lower lip lightly, then hummed and twisted her head awkwardly.

    This man will always have a lot of bells and whistles.

    But I just eat this one without my guts.

    Xu Zeming looked at the back of the two leaving, his eyes sank a little, he didn't say anything, just put away the umbrella he was holding, and then threw it on the pitted ground. , a splash of mud.

    "Azer, who did you meet?"

    Xu Zeming: "I haven't met anyone, go in."

    The author has something to say: Xie Yanchi: The recorded video can also be auctioned off to Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan’s parents at a high price. I am really a business genius.

    Maybe someone saw that I quietly made Xie Yanchi the male lead in my advance receipt.

    Because I suddenly wanted to write a showy male protagonist.

    The kind of male protagonist who is easy to bully at first sight.

     Bullying my son is the happiest.

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Yan, 1 Jiujiu;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 3062231812 bottles; 7 bottles of telephone sea and private; 5 bottles of the invincible female man, Pipirong, mumu; 2 bottles of waste skin;

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