Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Although the person in the photo has been recognized, Wen Ruan asked again in disbelief: "Is this Fu Mingheng?"

    Although she did not have many contacts with Fu Mingheng, in almost everyone's impression, this young master of the Fu family has always been a typical domineering president with unparalleled standards.

    At a young age, she can handle company affairs with ease, and she is also polite and well-spoken when it comes to business discussions with others.

    It doesn't match the young and beautiful girl in the photo!

    Fu Zhihuan nodded slightly and said lazily, "To be honest, I got this photo from Fu Mingheng for my apartment in Jiangcheng."

    …too harsh.

    Wen Ruan stared at the photo for a while, then thought for a while, and asked quietly, "...then can I also save this photo as a backup?"

    This kind of handle that can make people happy and can also get benefits, she must have it too!

      There is a bit of condescension in it: "It's okay, but what can you get me to exchange?"

    Only then did Wen Ruan realize how ambiguous their actions were from just now.

    The distance between the two of them is very close, it is almost as if he is in his arms, and I can feel the hot air gently sweeping my cheeks, bringing a crisp Crunchy feeling.

    Fu Zhihuan's voice was so low and hoarse that it made people's ears go soft.

    This dog man.

     Again.

    Come on!

    But this time, she held back her eyes and stared at Fu Zhihuan without saying a word.

    Then the next second, she suddenly raised her hand and hooked her neck, got up with force, kissed him at a lightning speed, and then quickly retracted her body. Turn around and pretend nothing happened.

    Be the first to do it this time! Absolutely win!

    Fu Zhihuan didn't expect Wen Ruan's action, and her whole body was dragged down by her. Although she quickly reacted to support her body with her elbows, the distance between the two was suddenly caused by this action. Pulling closer, as if you could clearly feel each other's breath.

    He was stunned for a while, and it took him a while to react, his eyes darkened, and he lowered his eyes to look at Wen Ruan, who was pretending to be calm, with a smile in his eyes, and pressed his tongue against his lower lip corner position.

    She looks like a little rabbit finally can't help it, she arrogantly stretched out her paw and scratched the lion's chin.

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, let go of the hand holding Wen Ruan's wrist, turned to clasp her back, raised her chin with the other hand, and leaned over to kiss her lips .

    With an ambiguous and warm breath, the air flow continued to rise, as if thousands of fireworks exploded beside my ears.

    You can feel each other's heart beating.

    This is extremely long and slender ) of the simulacrum.

    After a long time, even the breath became short, and Fu Zhihuan stopped, raised his thumb and gently wiped the corner of Wen Ruan's tearful eyes, his voice still carried Hoarse after the enthusiasm: "Child, what I taught before, you haven't learned it yet."

    Wen Ruan gasped for breath. Hearing this, she bit the corners of her lips tightly and her cheeks were slightly red: "Be yourself!"

    Damn, lost again.

    Sure enough, I still can't get enough of this dog man.

    Thinking of this, she turned her head and said sourly, "So why are you so skilled."

    Fu Zhihuan thought for a while, and seemed to suddenly understand the meaning of gentleness.

    Wen Ruan said nothing.

    "Wen Ruan." Fu Zhihuan called her name softly, but said very seriously: "I have never liked anyone before, this is my first time in love."

    “…”

    "You were my first love."

    I don't know why, Wen Ruan's heart suddenly softened into a ball, her cheeks were flushed, she was awkward for a long time, she obviously had something to say, but in the end she became a simple " oh" word.

    Fu Zhihuan laughed lowly, leaned down, buried her head in her neck, and said softly, "Let's get engaged."

    “…Huh??”

    This topic is jumping too fast!

    Wen Ruan reacted for a while, although she still nodded her head, she was still a little emotional because of the failure of the provocation just now, so she snorted and turned her head: "What a joke, we just got together, How could I agree to be engaged to you so quickly."

    As soon as she said the words, she had no regrets, and then added in a soft voice: "No matter what, it will take a day before she agrees."

    Fu Zhihuan got up with a smile and held out his hand towards Wen Ruan.

    "Why are you so clingy lately! Be as virtuous as your count!"

    Wen Ruan blushed, and after struggling for a while, she found that Fu Zhihuan's arms were getting more and more folded, so he had to let him toss and cuddle into his arms.

    She puffed out her cheeks, reached out angrily and grabbed the album on the side, turned a few pages back, and said quietly: "Why don't you have any black historical photos?"

    Fu Zhihuan calmly said: "At the level of your boyfriend, there will be no such photos."

    …so arrogant.

    But Wen Ruan found that the truth seemed to be the case.

    Fu Zhihuan's entire album is like a mobile photo magazine, every single one of them can be used as a smear point.

    She turned a few pages back, and when she was about to close the album in frustration, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a photo.

    This picture seems to be a snapshot of a basketball game, and Fu Zhihuan was not photographed very clearly, but the surrounding scene made Wen Ruan feel particularly familiar.

    …Isn't this the basketball gym she used to be in high school?

    Fu Zhihuan caught Wen Ruan's pause, followed her gaze, his eyes moved a little, and said calmly, "This picture was taken during the school league."

    Wen Ruan suddenly realized.

    The basketball hall of my high school took a lot of effort to build, so it was often requisitioned and turned into a venue for various competitions.

    Most colleges and universities in Tong City are very close together. It is not surprising that Fu Zhihuan has been here.

    In a strange way, she stretched out her index finger and poked Fu Zhihuan's face in the photo, then whispered: "What a pity, every time there is a game in our school basketball hall, I sneak into the canteen Got some snacks, or... maybe we can meet earlier?"

    At this moment, Fu Zhihuan didn't answer immediately, he just laughed, lowered his head and put his chin on Wen Ruan's shoulder, and after a long time said softly, "Well, maybe."

      You definitely owe me a favor this time—"

    At this moment, Fu Mingheng's loud voice suddenly came from the door, and the next second, the door was suddenly pushed open.

    Then, he caught sight of Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan's miraculous gestures.

    Vaguely the same scene as a few days ago.

    Fu Mingheng was silent for a while, then exited and closed the door.

    Wen Ruan reacted for a while, then turned to look at Fu Zhihuan: "You threatened Fu Mingheng with the photos of women's clothes to help you solve the address of the engagement banquet?"

    "Well, but it's not really, it's mainly my parents."

    Wen Ruan didn't speak, just lowered her eyelids.

    Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, softly coaxing, "Aren't you happy?"

    "Neither."

    Wen Ruan shook her head, thought for a while, and then said very seriously: "I almost forgot, I must have a backup of that photo of Fu Mingheng's women's clothes!"

    This is an invincible and easy-to-use plug-in!

    "The sense of ceremony! Do you know what the sense of ceremony is? I think the setting of surrounding the stage with a bunch of colorful flowers is really too vulgar, even an engagement banquet can't be used like this A sloppy plan!"

    Wen Ruan stood on the long aisle of the engagement banquet site with her waist on her back, and painstakingly instructed the people at the scene: "I want a kind of senior with a little low-key, romantic But not out of the ordinary, not too exaggerated, but a design that contains connotation in simplicity!”

    "Ah ah ah! Who asked you to put Barbie dolls on top of the cake? Don't you think this body proportion is very scary? And the skirt on it has no sense of design!"

    "Don't! If you insist on showing a PPT of me and Fu Zhihuan's photo on the screen before the engagement begins, I will run away from the marriage immediately!"

    Fu Zhihuan sat on a chair a few meters away, slowly holding a cup of tea, looking at Wen Ruan, who was standing in front of him, furious and furious, and the planner of the engagement ceremony hurriedly taking notes.

    Fu Mingheng, who was beside him, whispered, "Otherwise, go and persuade her. I'm afraid that before the engagement begins, she will be so angry that she will run away from home."

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at him: "I remember, it seems that you planned the engagement banquet?"

    Fu Mingheng raised his head proudly: "Yes, I participated in half! I have wanted to plan this kind of project for a long time to practice my hands, and I think I am quite talented in this regard. Look, the part of Wen Ruan that I planned doesn't seem to have any intention of changing it!"

    As soon as he finished speaking, Wen Ruan took a step forward, walked to Fu Zhihuan, threw the menu on the table, and curved his lips to reveal a "friendly" smile: " The planner said that the dishes were ordered by you, tell me who the two of you ordered the roast suckling pig."

    At the end, he added: "And it's a whole one per table."

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at Fu Mingheng from the corner of his eye.

    Fu Mingheng coughed and calmly patted his chest: "What's wrong with roast suckling pig, this year is the Year of the Pig, and it's also a famous dish in Manchu and Han banquets."

    Wen Ruan was so angry: "When you were going to let me walk down this aisle, did you see little piglets in all directions saluting like me?"

    Speaking of this, she gritted her teeth and added: "And it's still a roasted piglet."

    Fu Mingheng scratched the back of his head embarrassedly, then thought about it carefully, and felt that it was not very good, but he still found himself a step: "It's okay, isn't it just a dish, change it Just fine."

    "Yes, it's just one dish."

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then turned the page of the thick wedding planning book, and clasped a line of words in it: "Then who came up with the idea of ​​inviting the orchestra What's the good idea of ​​having a live accompaniment?"

    Fu Mingheng raised his hand actively and said proudly, "Me!"

    Wen Ruan smiled: "Then why did you invite the Suona Orchestra?"

    Fu Zhihuan coughed and choked a mouthful of tea in his throat.

    "What's wrong, national essence."

    "There is nothing wrong with suona, but I am a Western-style on-site design."

    "...Okay, no suona, no suona."

    "I also suggest canceling this pre-opening poem recitation project, and the sentence 'We have a happy day on a sunny day that makes me burst into tears with joy', the recitation is Will you embarrass the emcee?"

    “…I wrote this poem myself.”

    Wen Ruan was silent: "I'm sorry."

    Fu Zhihuan, who was drinking tea calmly just now, finally put down the teacup, pinched his brow bone with some headache, and felt that his temples were throbbing.

    It seems that this engagement banquet cannot go as smoothly as expected.

    ~

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: Shen Guihe 1;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 11 bottles of GOSH; 5 bottles of tiger skin; 2 bottles of waste skin and Zhi;

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