Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Although the process was twists and turns, the engagement banquet was held as scheduled within the scheduled time.

    Of course, this is entirely due to the fact that Fu Changming and his wife heard the wind in the middle of the road, and pulled Fu Mingheng home, who was disturbing the situation without knowing it, and contacted a professional studio abroad. Worked overtime to solve it.

    The night before the engagement banquet, Wen Ruan was so nervous that she couldn't sleep for the first time.

    Even on the day of the college entrance examination, she was never so nervous.

    After tossing and rolling on the bed for a few times, she couldn't hold back the hot fire in her heart, got up and put on a coat and went for a walk in the yard.

    After the cold wind blew a few times, the restlessness all over her body calmed down.

    Wen Ruan stood beside the stone path, rubbed her hands, sighed lightly, and her thoughts surged for a while.

    She suddenly remembered the photo she saw at Fu Zhihuan's house.

    The photo was taken in the basketball gym of my high school.

    Although the capture is very vague, you can still vaguely see the boy's slightly sharp and decisive eyes, and the jersey slightly lifts a corner with the action, revealing a strong waist.

    It's just a photo, but recalling it makes Wen Ruan's throat numb inexplicably.

    She suddenly began to think.

    If I hadn't skipped the task of watching a basketball game in high school and went to the canteen to buy a popsicle, and hadn't played Werewolf with my classmates hiding in the classroom, would I have known Fu Zhihuan earlier?

    And with him earlier?

    At this moment, the phone vibrated, and then a message was sent—

    [Fu Zhihuan]: Still not asleep?

    Wen Ruan snorted and went back to the past message:

    [Wen Ruan]: How do you know?

    As soon as the message was sent, the screen of the mobile phone flashed, and then a WeChat call came over immediately.

    Wen Ruan trembled, startled, and then quickly connected.

    "Hello?"

    Fu Zhihuan's voice was magnetic and hoarse, which made her ears tremble. He asked with a low smile, "Why are you still not sleeping?"

    Wen Ruan felt a little guilty and rubbed her feet against the stones on the ground, but was embarrassed to say that it was because she was nervous, so she said nonsense: "No, don't wake you up when you're going to sleep."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed meaningfully, his voice sounded ambiguous and gentle: "Really?"

    "..." Wen Ruan changed the subject and tried to end his embarrassment with a rhetorical question: "Ask me, why didn't you sleep."

    "Well, because I'm thinking of you." Fu Zhihuan said lightly.

    These straightforward words made Wen Ruan speechless for a moment, she opened her mouth, and suddenly felt a little annoyed.

    It seems that every time he and Fu Zhihuan make this kind of verbal provocation, he never wins.

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, wrapped her coat tightly, raised her head and continued to walk forward.

    "Why did you suddenly call me?" Wen Ruan asked.

    "Because there is something I want to show you."

    "What?"

    Fu Zhihuan said: "Look up."

    Wen Ruan was slightly startled and raised her head.

    There are no dark clouds tonight, the moonlight is bright, and there are even a few rare stars, which complements the originally lonely night scene, as if it suddenly became gorgeous.

    She laughed and said duplicity: "Are you a common person?"

    What age is it, still playing the trick of the moonlight is beautiful.

    Fu Zhihuan was also laughing, but stopped after a long time, and said very seriously, word by word, "Those are actually making excuses."

    "Excuse?"

    "Well." Fu Zhihuan said, "Because I just want to hear your voice."

    Fu Zhihuan is really good at talking sometimes.

    Every word can make a heart-melting mess.

    But Wen Ruan never felt that maybe he was lying to himself, maybe it was because every word in his tone was serious, or maybe every time he looked at his pupils , can see himself clearly in his eyes.

    Wen Ruan said softly, "...Well, I miss you a little too."

    After saying this, she was a little shy, and hurriedly added: "Hang up."

    Then get ready to hang up.

    However, at this moment, Fu Zhihuan on the other end of the receiver laughed lightly and said slowly, "Children, don't stand outside to blow the wind, you will catch a cold."

    “…?”

    Wen Ruan was shocked and stopped, "Is this also a guess?"

    "Yes." Fu Zhihuan said lazily, "I guess."

    Perhaps the wind was blowing a little cold, Wen Ruan rubbed her arms, sneezed, turned and went into the house, went upstairs and returned to the room.

    I just said to hang up the phone, but I haven't been willing to hang up.

    Didling until about eleven o'clock, she asked in a low voice, "Aren't you going to sleep yet?"

    "Well, I'm going to sleep."

    Wen Ruan nodded: "Okay, see you tomorrow."

    "But you can also not sleep." Fu Zhihuan chuckled lightly, and the ending was a little longer: "Unless, you said you wanted to see me."

    …What is this?

    Wen Ruan thought about it carefully, originally according to her character, she would have hung up after a few words of stubbornness, but she did not know why, but she said, "I really want to see you a little bit."

    However, the end of the receiver suddenly became quiet, Wen Ruan didn't hear a reply after a few feedings, only a rustling collision sound.

    Just when she was confused, Fu Zhihuan's voice came again: "Open the window."

    Wen Ruan was stunned, walked to the window, opened the window and looked out.

    Then, she saw the familiar car outside the yard.

    And Fu Zhihuan, who was leaning against the door and slowly waving to him.

    The wind was passing through the street, and the leaves were shaking and there was a rustling sound. In the hazy night, Fu Zhihuan's figure was exceptionally clear.

    Wen Ruan suddenly wanted to cry, her nose was sour, and there were a few crystal drops in her eyes.

    Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes with a low smile, his voice was gentle and clear: "See you tomorrow."

    Wen Ruan took a deep breath, suppressed the cry, and said with a smile, "Well, see you tomorrow."

    Many people were invited to this engagement banquet, but not many were familiar with Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan.

    At the beginning of the show, both of them were very busy, and each had to receive their friends.

    "You put the earl in my house to support you, but you came here to chase girls? And it seems that you only asked me how to chase girls ten days ago, why are you getting engaged now? ?"

    Zhao Zichen shook hands with Fu Zhihuan, then gritted his teeth and said, "Did you know that I was almost assassinated by the earl at home? Did you see the scratches on my arm, he did it all? Yes, this fee must be paid to me."

    Fu Zhihuan asked, "Where's your gift money?"

    "?" Zhao Zichen had question marks written all over his face, he took a deep breath, and could not wait to stretch out his hand to pinches Fu Zhihuan's neck: "You are a **** young master, the heir to the evil capitalist family. The kind of rich people who still live in villas? You actually ask me, a poor wage earner, to ask for gifts? Are you ashamed?"

    Fu Zhihuan nodded and thought about it: "So what about your gift money?"

    Zhao Zichen almost didn't hold his breath. He angrily took out a red envelope from his pocket and slapped it on Fu Zhihuan's hand: "Here! Let's end our friendship!"

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, folded the red envelope in half, put it back in Zhao Zichen's pocket, and said casually, "Just kidding."

    Zhao Zichen was very moved: "No, the gift money still has to be given."

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelids and said, "No, the main reason is that the color of the red envelope doesn't match my suit. You can also transfer money to me later."

    “…”

    Zhao Zichen patted his chest angrily, then suddenly remembered something, raised his head and glanced around, and successfully captured Simon who was blowing cow leather with a group of beautiful older sisters in the corner.

    "I got a double percentile yesterday!"

    "And I'm very good at shooting, you know about ballooning in amusement parks, right? I've never failed!"

    "Sister is so beautiful, I like the big sister the most, and she is so gentle!"

    The group of women were so overwhelmed by this obedient little boy that they surrounded him and rubbed his head very affectionately: "Little brother is really amazing."

    Zhao Zichen was silent: "..."

    Fu Zhihuan followed his line of sight and raised his eyebrows: "You have a child who can speak half of it, and you won't be single now."

    "Shut up."

    Zhao Zichen's eyes were dark, and he walked to the group of people, grabbed Jiang Zichen's arm, and carried him to Fu Zhihuan: "Come here and say hello to your uncle."

    Jiang Zishen's father's body is almost in good shape, but it is still not suitable for running back and forth, so Zhao Zichen brings Jiang Zishen to the engagement banquet.

    Jiang Zishen raised his head and stared at Fu Zhihuan for a long time, and then said arrogantly: "I will take back Sister Wen Ruan!"

    “…?”

    Fu Zhihuan smiled and said, "Zhao Zichen, take this child out for me."

    Qin Sushan came with Qin Ziran.

    Since Wen Ruan was picking Jiang Zishen home, he found out that Jiang Zishen's teacher was his university senior Qin Ziran, and he had a crush on Qin Sushan, he has been creating opportunities for the two to meet .

    Who knows that Qin Sushan has always been so interested in this senior. After the two met, their feelings rose quickly.

    When Wen Ruan returned to Tong City, the two of them have successfully upgraded their relationship to a new level.

      Friends, finally—

    "I still remember when you said that you and Fu Zhihuan became a dog when you were together." Qin Sushan quickly took out her phone and changed her face after finishing a series of steps after her best friend reunited after a long absence. , turn on the recording device: "Okay, you can start barking."

    Wen Ruan: "?"

    Sisters.

    After tossing for a while, Qin Sushan also drank a lot of juice, so she couldn't hold back and ran to the toilet.

    Seeing that Qin Sushan was gone, Qin Ziran took a deep breath, turned around, and bowed to Wen Ruan sincerely: "Thank you Miss Wen for helping me create opportunities before."

    Wen Ruan didn't take it to heart at all: "I don't think Qin Sushan is interested in you. I might not help you if you change it."

    Speaking of this, she paused and added quietly, "But if you have to thank me, you can transfer the money to me."

    “…”

    Why are the rich now so stingy.

    Qin Ziran laughed when she heard the words, then nodded and said politely, "When Miss Wen returns to Jiangcheng, I must treat you to a meal."

    "Who's going to dinner?"

    At this moment, a lazy voice suddenly remembered.

    He remembered this was Qin Ziran.

    Simon's head teacher, Wen Ruan's senior, and he touched his girlfriend's head at the school gate.