Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    The next morning, news came from the police station.

    Zhang Hongrui did not die in the emergency room. Perhaps it was a miracle that he was successfully pulled back from the gate of **** after being rescued by the doctor all night.

    But the miracle seemed ironic to him.

    More like retribution.

    Zhang Hongrui has been treated for so long, and his health has been deteriorating, and there has been no sign of improvement. After pleading guilty, he has stolen a few more days of life.

    With the support of various aspects, experts specializing in brain cancer were quickly transferred from various regions at home and abroad to treat Zhang Hongrui to ensure that he could wait until the court hearing.

    I didn't expect that what Fu Zhihuan said at that time really came true.

    Perhaps this endless chemotherapy was more tormenting to him than dying happily.

    Zhang Hongrui has done too many things in his life that are enough to make a thousand cuts. In his later years, many betrayed relatives and separated, and even the only son did not stand by his side, and agreed to cooperate with the police.

    The police also followed this line, found a breakthrough, and pulled out relevant information about the organization that relied on human trafficking for huge profits. They took over the entire den in one fell swoop and rescued many children.

    A child as old as Fu Yuqing.

    Twenty years have passed, and everything is finally clear.

    The day after Zhang Hongrui pleaded guilty, the Fu family went to the cemetery to visit Fu Yuqing's tomb.

    Wen Ruan also went there.

    She stopped and looked at the black and white photo on the tombstone.

    The girl in the photo looks immature and simple, with curved eyebrows, raised corners of her mouth, and a pair of bright eyes without any impurities.

    The Fu couple stood aside, tilted their heads, and cuddled with each other, unable to stop choking.

    Fu Mingheng's eyes were also slightly red, but he held it aside without saying a word.

    Only Fu Zhihuan looked the most calm. He squatted down, put down the cherry blossom bunch in his hand, put his arms on his knees, looked at the girl in the photo with deep eyes, and then straightened up after a long time, and then deeply Bow deeply.

    Wen Ruan also bent down following Fu Zhihuan's movements.

    Suddenly there was a wind blowing through the forest with a fresh breath, and the sound of the leaves swaying could be vaguely heard.

    I don't know if it was an illusion, Wen Ruan seemed to feel that Fu Yuqing's smiling face on the tombstone became clearer and more vivid.

    Fu Zhihuan turned around, closed his eyes, and said in a low and hoarse voice, "Let's go."

    Wen Ruan nodded and walked side by side with him, only to take a few steps, when he caught a glimpse of a tear dripping down Fu Zhihuan's angular jaw and dripping onto the ground.

    He finally came out of the abyss that imprisoned him.

    Since the two were together, the Fu family invited her to visit the house every three days as if they were afraid that Wen Ruan, the precious daughter-in-law, would run away.

    There are also various reasons, such as "the one-week anniversary of Fu Zhihuan's return home", or "the three-month ceremony of the domestic bird".

    Wen Ruan was thinking about it, she and Fu Zhihuan had a vigorous divorce some time ago, and now she is running to other people's house, how to feel embarrassed.

    So be prepared to find any reason to say no.

    In the end, the parents of the two families seemed to be cooperating. Wen Fengchen asked the servants to go back to their hometown to rest that night. Boyfriend's house to eat."

    “…”

    So just like that, Wen Ruan spent three days at Fu's house for three days.

    Then she found that some families' dining table was used for eating, but some families' dining table was used for war.

    For example today—

    "I heard from Jiangcheng Procuratorate that there were plans to transfer you to the procuratorate in Tongshi, but you pushed it back."

    Fu Changming took a chopstick of fish and meat, put it in Wen Ruan's bowl, and then said in a cold voice: "Everyone wants to run to the place where they are at home, you are the only one Walk alone."

    Fu Zhihuan said calmly: "There are many candidates for this transfer, so it's not that I have to. And the sudden transfer will disrupt my work plan, which is not of much benefit to me."

    "You! Do you know how much effort I wasted to let your Prosecutor's Office let you go to Tong City?"

      I don't want to worry about you."

    Fu Zhihuan nodded and said very seriously: "Thank you for your concern, I will come back often to visit Mom."

    Seeing the posture, Wen Ruan bit his chopsticks nervously, and his eyes swept across the faces of the two.

     Here again, the must-have "Meal War" show every day!

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    “Pop—”

    "Cough cough cough."

    Before she finished speaking, Wen Ruanxian was taken aback by the sudden outburst. She shuddered, and she didn't swallow a mouthful of food, choking in her throat.

    Wen Ruan coughed, and the attention of the father and son was suddenly distracted.

    The tense atmosphere just now was shattered in an instant, Mr. Fu Changming immediately changed his expression full of worry, and approached Wen Ruan, pressing his voice and asking warmly, "Oh, what's wrong with Ruan Ruan? "

    Wen Ruan didn't have time to reply to Mr. Fu Changming's words, the food she just ate was still a little spicy, and the spicy taste was reversed, making her throat itchy and painful, and now she was coughing Out of breath, there is no way to be distracted.

    Mother Fu patted her on the back, and scolded her in a loud voice: "It's all your fault! Talking so loudly scares other children, she must have accidentally caught the fishbone already."

    "Is it stuck by a fishbone?" Father Fu got up in a panic, and hurriedly said, "This is no small matter! I'll call the family doctor."

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan, who had gotten up and went to the kitchen since Wen Ruan coughed, went back.

    He held a cup of hot water in his hand, reached out to hold Wen Ruan's shoulder, saw the cup handed in front of her, and slowly fed her to drink.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes and said softly, "Dad, don't call the doctor."

    Wen Ruan also regained her senses, wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes and saying, "Well, I didn't..."

    However, Fu Changxian was still in the anger towards Fu Zhihuan just now, he turned his head angrily, and reprimanded loudly: "Why don't you call the doctor? Getting stuck by a fishbone is not a trivial matter, how could I have you? You don't care about your fiancee's son!"

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, and then slowly said: "You are indeed right, but the boiled fish fillets we eat today are made of longli fish and have no spines."

    Wen Ruan also nodded quietly and whispered, "Uncle, I'm all right."

    This is a little awkward.

    Fu Changming coughed as if pretending to be calm, then pulled out the chair and sat down again, pretending that nothing happened just now and gave Wen Ruan another chopstick fish: "Come, eat."

    "Still eating? Just a little fish, I don't know how to take care of Ruan Ruan."

    Fu Changming finally found a reason and used the topic again to play it again. He took a deep breath and said with sorrow: "How can I have a son like you who doesn't know how to be considerate!"

    Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan fell silent as they looked at the pot full of fish.

    “…”

    After dinner, Fu Zhihuan was called by Fu Changming to go and talk.

    After Wen Ruan wandered around the manor and finished eating, he slipped back into Fu Zhihuan's room and fell on the bed.

    The leisurely life of eating, sleeping and eating is simply too pleasant.

    She turned over, stretched, swept around Fu Zhihuan's bedroom, and then stopped on a thick photo album on top of the bookcase.

    Wen Ruan stared at the album for a while, then got up from a carp on the bed, moved a chair quietly, and took down the album surreptitiously.

    According to the thickness of the album, there must be many photos of Fu Zhihuan as a child.

    According to Wen Ruan's judgment of his parents' generation, they tend to treasure some humiliating childhood photos of their children.

    So Fu Zhihuan must have it too!

    She took a deep breath, put her hand on the cover, and frantically brainwashed—

    This is not a curiosity, in case Fu Zhihuan is ready to abandon himself one day. At that time, these black historical photos could be regarded as weapons that could retaliate against him!

    Yes!

    So I don't want to see it!

    Just to catch some Fu Zhihuan's braids!

    Thinking about this, Wen Ruan opened the album with some anticipation.

    The first picture I saw was a baby with milky milk sitting on the sofa, biting the pacifier, staring at the camera blankly, with round and bright eyes, Not as mean and indifferent as it is now, some baby fat little faces make people want to pinch.

    Woooooooooooooo cute!

    Following a few pages, I came to the photo of Fu Zhihuan when he was in kindergarten.

    At that time, although he was still a big boy, he could vaguely see his temperament now, standing alone in front of a group of children, drooping his eyelids and a pair of dead fish The appearance of the eyes has the feeling of a little adult.

    Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!

    Wen Ruan instantly forgot her purpose, grabbed her mobile phone and recorded these heartwarming photos frantically, she was so cute that she burst into tears.

    How can someone be so handsome from a young age.

    I turned a few pages back, and it was when Fu Zhihuan was in junior high school.

    The photos of those ages can already match his current appearance, most of the time he wears a simple white shirt and school uniform, fine black hair, slightly raised eyes, looking at the camera With a bit of coldness and indifference.

    Like the school grass in all school rumors, it is noble and arrogant.

    Seeing this, Wen Ruan raised her chest a little bit proudly: rounding up, she has soaked up the youth of many people!

    Then, her eyes moved down a little, but she was suddenly stunned.

    The photo is still in the school uniform, but at this time, there is another person beside Fu Zhihuan.

    The background is a blue sky and white clouds, which looks full of youthful breath.

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    This is probably the only two-person photo that has appeared after so many pages.

    This girl must be very special to Fu Zhihuan, right?

    Wen Ruan suddenly didn't want to look down, she drooped her eyelids, suddenly she didn't know what she was happy about.

    That's right, people like Fu Zhihuan must be liked by many people, they have ex-girlfriends or first loves...isn't it normal?

    At this moment, the door handle was pressed down, and then the door was pushed open.

    Wen Ruan's back stiffened, she immediately reacted, hurriedly closed the photo album and hugged it in her arms, then threw herself on the bed, pretending to be sleeping.

    But maybe because of the quick action, the head accidentally knocked on the bedside table.

    Ouch!

    It hurts!

    However, in order to pretend that nothing happened, Wen Ruan bit her lower lip and kept silent, lying quietly on the bed as if she had fallen asleep.

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan leaned against the door and raised his eyebrows with interest.

    It was a coincidence that he came in, and just witnessed the whole process of Wen Ruan.

    He looked up, glanced at the top of his bookcase, and found the empty space at a glance.

    Fu Zhihuan pinched his brow bone and chuckled helplessly.

    So it was.

    Wen Ruan didn't even know that she was wearing a gang, but she held her breath and tried to pretend to fall asleep.

    He lowered his voice, with a little **** hoarseness, and said in her ear: "Sleep?"

    Wen Ruan's back was numb, and she felt that her ears were softened, but she still bit her lip tightly.

    What is this man!

    Stinker!

    There was a little animal-like smile in his voice: "Let me see, my child has stolen something again, I'm sorry to let my brother know."

    Wen Ruan's face flushed red.

    He got it!

    To make fun of myself!

    She opened her eyes in shame and annoyance, turned over, and pushed the photo album in her hand to Fu Zhihuan's chest: "Give it back to you! Cheapskate!"

    Fu Zhihuan held Wen Ruan's wrist and said with a smile, "Why are you angry? My brother didn't tell you not to show it to you."

    Wen Ruan tilted her head angrily: "I don't want to see the photo of you and other young ladies!"

    "Someone else?"

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyebrows: "You wronged me again?"

    Wronged?

    Wen Ruan was so angry that she took the album back, turned to the page just now, held it in front of Fu Zhihuan, stared and said, "Look! The evidence is here, You still don't admit it!"

    Fu Zhihuan looked down at the photo, paused for a moment, and then laughed suddenly: "Do you want to take a closer look at this person, you may know him."

    Huh?

    Wen Ruan was stunned, turned the album over, and looked at it carefully.

    It's a bit cooked.

    And maybe because I just glanced at it and started to feel depressed, I didn't take it seriously.

    Now it looks like this girl is a little... tough? Moreover, the black head is long and straight, no matter how you look at it, it is not natural, and the shoulders are a bit wide...

    Wait!

    Wen Ruan suddenly discovered something.

    Fu Zhihuan announced the correct answer lightly: "Did you see clearly? This is Fu Mingheng."

    Wen Ruan was shocked.

    Women's clothing boss.

    The author has something to say: after thinking about it for a night, I changed the setting of Zhang Hongrui dying in the hospital in the previous chapter.

    The original idea was that if you want to write a lot, you will get what you want without paying a lot.

    But I feel that the reality is already very painful, so don't write novels like this, I still have to believe that there will be evil retribution.

    This book will end on Monday.

    I have been hesitating how to end the plot of human traffickers for the past few days, so the update has been very slow.

    There will be more tomorrow!

    Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2020-02-0800:38:24~2020-02-0900:20:07~

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of invincible female men;

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