Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    This slap seems to have slapped Jin Chenhe's almost crazy impulse.

    He turned his head to the left fiercely, his right cheek was slightly red, he was still hoarse just now, but at this moment he couldn't pronounce a syllable of a word.

    The police took this opportunity to quickly pull him away, put both hands on the chair: "Mr. Jin, we understand your sadness, but without any evidence, you cannot easily Suspect Mr. Fu."

    This sentence made Jin Chenhe inexplicably familiar.

    It's like when Fu Zhihuan found him back then, he replied with such a condescending smile.

    Maybe this is karma.

    He looked like a balloon that had been drained of air, his eyes lost the light in an instant, he drooped his head in frustration, bent down on the bench, his eyes were even more red, Tears the size of beans fell down drop by drop.

    Wen Ruan pursed her lips and tugged at Fu Zhihuan's sleeve: "Are you okay?"

    "Yeah." Fu Zhihuan laughed, then asked, "Why are you here? Didn't I tell you to wait in the car?"

    Wen Ruan raised her chest and akimbo, and said righteously, "I'm worried about you, what if you are bullied?"

    "Mr. Jin, we found the last scene of your daughter appearing on the surveillance camera."

    At this moment, two policemen hurried in from outside the corridor, without even breathing: "The surveillance shows that on the afternoon of the day before yesterday, your daughter was caught by a man who looked almost the same. A middle-aged woman in her forties took it away."

    "We checked in the database, this middle-aged woman has been wanted in other cities before, and is a habitual offender of child abduction. Our police will do our best..."

    What the police said later, Jin Chenhe didn't have the heart to listen anymore.

    When he was young, he was just an unassuming little gangster, of course he knew about these black things.

    In just two days, her daughter didn't even know which city she was transferred to.

    The possibility of being abducted by human traffickers is too small to be found.

    Originally, he had been struggling not to believe, but he also kept some hope in his heart, feeling that it might be Fu Zhihuan's revenge, as long as he called him to investigate, his daughter would be able to find it.

    And now the surveillance has been discovered, crushing the last hope in his heart.

    Jin Chenhe's nails were almost clenched into his flesh. Hearing these words, he shook his whole body violently, then he gritted his teeth and stood up, taking every step unsteady.

    It took two steps before he could walk again. A big man stood there, let out an empty cry from his throat, and then landed on the ground all of a sudden, clutching his chest and throwing away all his dignity, crying piercingly.

    The police rushed up to help, and the scene was in chaos.

    It is as if there is a line dividing the scene into two, one end is the noise, and the other end is the cold depression.

    He looked away, turned around, and said in a low voice, "Let's go."

    In the car.

    Although Fu Zhihuan didn't mention anything about the police station from the beginning, it seemed that there was no difference.

    But Wen Ruan could clearly feel the storm that could break out at any time in the calm lake.

    It's not a problem to hold back like this.

    She frowned, thought for a while, and decided to persuade Fu Zhihuan to vent her emotions, so as not to feel uncomfortable.

    So she took a deep breath and turned her head: "Fu Zhihuan..."

    "Show me your hand."

    As soon as a name was called out, Fu Zhihuan spoke at the same time as if he had a good heart.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a while, although he didn't realize Fu Zhihuan's intention, he still obediently put his hand in front of him: "What's wrong?"

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, held Wen Ruan's slender wrist, gently pulled her in his direction, and looked at her palm very seriously.

    After a while, he asked in a low voice, "Does your hand still hurt?"

    The slap just now was very hard, and with a crisp sound, the whole aisle could be heard clearly.

    Seeing this, Wen Ruan's palms were still a little red.

    The light seemed to be warm, and it made Wen Ruan feel hot.

    She lowered her eyes and was silent for a long time before she couldn't help but say, "You always looked unhappy just now, because of this?"

    Fu Zhihuan smiled and dragged the end: "There are children who are afraid that I will be wronged, and they will hurt themselves, can I not feel bad?"

    This man's mouth is really muddy day by day.

    But she is like a kitten scratching its feathers, scratching her heart with great precision.

    Wen Ruan immediately pulled out her hand, clenched it subconsciously, then coughed, turned her head and said stiffly, "It doesn't hurt at all."

    Fu Zhihuan curled the corners of his lips, but without breaking her, he turned his head to start the car, turned the steering wheel skillfully, and sent Wen Ruan home.

    At this point in time, the fireworks have been missed.

    In addition to this sudden change, this "date" can only be stopped in advance.

    The police station is not far from Wen Ruan's house. After crossing a few streets, it didn't take long to reach the destination.

    Fu Zhihuan stopped the car and put his hand on the steering wheel: "I won't bother my uncle and aunt today, just say hello for me."

    Wen Ruan nodded, and thoughtfully turned around and pulled the door handle to get out of the car, but before she pulled halfway, the movement suddenly stopped, and then she sat back in the car.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "Don't go?"

    Wen Ruan nodded and said softly, "Because it always feels like you've been in a bad mood since you came out of the police station."

    Speaking of this, she took a deep breath, clearly caring, but she just made an excuse to be stubborn: "So for the sake of you going out with me today, I will reluctantly accompany you more Just stay a while."

    Very poor excuse.

    "Are you worried about me?"

    "Otherwise, I'm sitting here cultivating immortals."

    Fu Zhihuan just smiled, and after a long while, he raised his head and leaned the back of his head on the car seat. He closed his eyes and pondered for a long time before he said in a low voice, "I don't feel sorry for Jin Chenhe."

    He is not a great saint.

    Fu Zhihuan knows Jin Chenhe's current collapse and pain, but what kind of feeling it is.

    From the moment Fu Yuqing disappeared. Everyone in the Fu family began to live under such pain for more than 20 years.

    Until now, there is no relief.

    Just…

    Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes and said slowly, "The child is innocent."

    The little girl was only four years old.

    She is about the same age as Fu Yuqing back then. She should have watched flowers, dew, the moon, and all good things, and grew up with the love of her family.

    You will be happy and healthy for a lifetime.

    Although Fu Zhihuan hates Jin Chenhe.

    But he couldn't use the tragedy of a four-year-old girl as a weapon to retaliate and ridicule without bottom line.

    The oppressive atmosphere is entangled like an invisible spider web.

    Wen Ruanjue found Fu Zhihuan's strange mood, she coughed, and then made a cheerful tone, as if trying to make him happy: "Hey, by the way, I remembered that I prepared a gift for you, wait for me!"

    After she finished speaking, she pushed the door open and got out of the car.

    Fu Zhihuan looked at Wen Ruan's back, laughed dumbly, then leaned his head against the seat and closed his eyes again.

    The inside of the car suddenly became quiet, and there was no one else but myself. This feeling of emptiness has been falling into my heart, and even the warm-toned lights above my head seem a little cold at this moment.

    Time can change many things.

    For example, when he saw Jin Chenhe collapse and cry, Fu Zhihuan realized that what he had been obsessed with before was finally over at this moment.

    Everyone is moving forward.

    And for more than 20 years, the only one who stayed in place was himself.

    Perhaps, it's time to learn to forget the past like everyone else.

    Fu Mingheng laughed softly, but the laughter did not reach the bottom of his heart, but instead had a bitter coolness.

    It's all here, it should end.

    Including Fu Yuqing.

    "I'm back."

    At this moment, a crisp female voice sounded.

    The next second, Wen Ruan got on the car panting, her chest still heaving slightly.

    But she didn't even have a good tone, and handed the cardboard box in her hand to Fu Zhihuan: "Well, it's for you."

    Fu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, then smiled at the result, and slowly unpacked: "Running in such a hurry..."

    Tao Xun.

    It's almost the same as the previous one.

    Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes, looked at Wen Ruan with a deep look, his Adam's apple rolled slowly, but he didn't say a word.

    "The earl broke that pottery Xun before, I think it must be very important to you, so I asked someone to redo it according to the pattern, maybe it can't be exactly the same, I'm sorry."

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes, and after a long time, he said slowly, "No need to apologize, because that Tao Xun, I should have put it away."

    However—

    "Why put it away?"

    Wen Ruan touched her nose, then smiled softly: "To live a good life does not mean to forget the past."

    Whew.

    The window was not fully drawn up, and a gust of wind blew from nowhere.

    Everyone is persuading themselves to forget.

    Only Wen Ruan told him that he could remember.

    "Like no matter how difficult a case is, a lawyer will never give up on his client. If my family is hurt, I must find the real murderer and bring him to justice. Fa, isn't this a normal thing?"

     Wen Ruan said this, paused for a while, then took a deep breath, stretched out his hand and gently placed it on the back of Fu Zhihuan's hand: "If one is very tired, I can actually help in the future. You are busy. And I am a lawyer, I will definitely make that prisoner cry in the courtroom and repent of the crime!"

    pat—

    It started to rain outside the window again.

    The dim light seems to have a warm atmosphere again, dispelling the cold and dampness of the rainy season.

    –"Don't go any further, it will be fruitless."

    –“You have to learn to forget the past in order to truly come out and face life.”

    Fu Zhihuan has heard too many such words.

    Only Wen Ruan said to him: "We can be together."

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and remained silent for a long time.

    After half a minute, he slowly raised his eyes, and under his long eyelashes, his eyes that were always sharp seemed to have been smoothed out, and they were all gentle.

    "Wen Ruan."

    "What's wrong?"

    "Can I hug you?"

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    How can I ask a girl so bluntly if I can hug her!

    Will be super shy!

    "No..."

    Wen Ruan had a flushed face and subconsciously wanted to refuse angrily, but when she looked up and met Fu Zhihuan's gaze, her heart softened.

    Never mind…

    Who wants him to be so miserable tonight.

    So Wen Ruan whispered, "Just get off."

    As soon as he finished speaking, a fiery palm clasped his back, and the next second, the whole person was vigorously pushed into Fu Zhihuan's arms.

    Fu Zhihuan hugged him tightly as if he was full of worries.

    He buried his head in Wen Ruan's shoulder, and his arms were tightly hooped from back to shoulder.

    "Wen Ruan."

    "Huh?"

    "I'm greedy."

    Wen Ruan was stunned: "What do you mean?"

    Fu Zhihuan's voice sounded in Wen Ruan's ear, the hot breath touched her earlobe, her voice was low and hoarse: "I like you."

    "I want you to stay with me."

    Fu Zhihuan just smiled: "There will be a third time soon."

    "But I told my good friend that I'm just a puppy if I forgive you easily."

    Wen Ruan just finished saying this, but after a moment of silence, he lowered his head slightly, and said something in a very small, very small voice.

    "Then, can I become a Bichon Frise, I like Bichon Bichon the most."

    I can't keep my mouth shut.

    The author has something to say: This time, the real benefit is getting up early.

    –Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-02-0323:50:15~2020-02-0405:44:12~

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