Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    "You first register the lost items, and then write down the details of the incident and contact information. Don't worry, we will notify you when there is news."

    The little policeman pulled away the stool, put a table on Wen Ruan's table, and in passing, said: "When you go out, you should take personal belongings with you, especially a person like you. Little girls who come to other places must pay attention to safety, you know?"

    “…Got it.”

    The policeman seemed to be aware that the female voice in front of him sounded familiar, so he raised his head to look at Wen Ruan, recognized her face and immediately laughed: "Hey, Miss Wen, so it's you again? What a coincidence."

    Wen Ruan couldn't smile: "...what a coincidence."

    She didn't want to be so lucky.

    I entered the police station twice before I arrived in a day, and I also met the same policeman. No matter how you look at it, it's not something to be happy about.

    Thinking like this, Wen Ruan silently took the pen and paper, leaned on the table and filled in the form honestly.

    It was already twelve o'clock noon when I finished the transcript.

    The temperature difference between morning and evening in Jiangcheng is very large. It was still cold and windy in the morning, but now it has become a scorching sun, and the scorching sun pierces people's eyes with dryness and pain.

    Wen Ruan touched his trench coat pocket and breathed a sigh of relief.

     Fortunately, I put my ID card in my pocket when I got off the train in the morning.

    But now, all she has left on her body is an ID card and a mobile phone whose screen was completely shattered and turned off.

    It seems that in the future, it will be a good day to go out.

    There are only a few dozing uncles sitting in the hall of the police station at this moment, seemingly waiting for their relatives.

    Fu Zhihuan seems to have left.

    Although it was expected, Wen Ruan's mood dropped a little bit.

    After all, not to mention the lost luggage, and even the love of my heart, the loss will be doubled.

    She drooped her head, stretched out her hand and touched her nose, and prepared to find a place to fix her phone first.

    The noon sun shone on the skin, as if the whole person was thrown into the hot oven and repeatedly baked, and the whole body was surrounded by a stream of heat.

    As soon as she walked out of the police station, Wen Ruan found a black Audi parked at the door by the side of the road, its shiny exterior dazzling in the sunlight.

    She didn't pay much attention, turned the corner and walked forward, preparing to follow the route in her memory to return to the shopping street to find a place to repair her mobile phone.

    But just after a few steps forward, the Audi started, and even kept an abnormally slow speed and followed Wen Ruan all the way.

    Wen Ruan noticed the strangely moving car beside her, she paused and stopped.

    With a crunch, Audi also braked.

    Wen Ruan was silent for a while, seeing that there was no movement in the car, then took a tentative step and continued to walk forward.

    The Audi immediately started the engine and hummed to keep up.

    Wen Ruan stops, it stops.

    Wen Ruan goes, it goes.

    Wen Ruan accelerated, and it also moved up.

    Accidentally overturned, it will slowly reverse again.

    “…”

    This tracking is too blatant, right?

    And still in front of the police station?

    Which stalker dares to be so arrogant?

    Wen Ruan was too lazy to play with the car, she simply folded her arms, tilted her head and looked at the driver's seat with a scrutiny, then reached out and knocked on the glass window.

    The car window slowly lowered, and it was a young man with an unfamiliar face.

    When he saw Wen Ruan, he immediately rolled his eyes, with a bit of enthusiasm in his tone: "Miss Wen..."

    Wen Ruan interrupted righteously: "I won't go back with you."

    To follow her so painstakingly, it must be Wen Fengchen who knew her whereabouts, sent someone to find her whereabouts, and then forced her to take her home to get engaged.

    The man was stunned for a moment, but did not respond: "Huh?"

    Wen Ruan stood up straight, with a firm tone: "Tell my dad to let him die. Even if I, Wen Ruan, sleep on the street, I won't give in easily."

    “…”

    The man was silent for a while, then nodded solemnly, then turned around and shouted to the back seat, "Mr. Wen, Miss Wen said she was going to sleep on the street."

    Old man?

    The rear seat window slowly lowered.

    Wen Ruan turned her head, caught off guard, and met Fu Zhihuan who was sitting in the car.

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan's dark eyes didn't show any turbulence, and his expression was so calm that he didn't even move his eyebrows: "Do you want to sleep on the street?"

    "No..."

    "Also." Fu Zhihuan didn't give Wen Ruan time to react at all. He looked away and said to the driver's seat, "Zhao Zichen, drive."

    After he finished speaking, he rolled up the car window mercilessly.

    "Hey!"

    Wen Ruan looked at the Audi that had passed away in front of her eyes and the gray exhaust that was left behind, feeling that she had never been so sad in her first 20 years of life. .

    The Audi that passed away finally did not abandon Wen Ruan on the street. It turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and picked up Wen Chuchu poor Ruan, who had been left on the side of the road, back into the car.

    Wen Ruan was moved to tears, and sent her heartfelt gratitude to Zhao Zichen: "You are so nice."

    Zhao Zichen is easy to be complimented by someone, and he immediately pushed his nose and said, "Only the bitter melon face in the back seat can do such a thing as leaving a lovely lady on the road."

    Fu Bitter Gourd Face Zhihuan raised his eyes, didn't say a word, just looked at Zhao Zichen calmly.

    Zhao Zichen didn't look back, he felt that he was gouged out by Dao's cold eyes, then straightened his back, and closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.

    Zhao Zichen is a people's policeman, but today is his turn to take a break, so he is not on duty at the police station.

    But after hearing that my colleague mentioned that Fu Zhihuan came to the police station, I drove the car to take him home, and by the way, we went to the evening party together.

    "But Miss Wen, I just heard what you said...Isn't it about running away from home?" Zhao Zichen remembered Wen Ruan's righteousness and asked a question.

    Wen Ruan's head suddenly tightened.

    It was guessed.

    Wen Ruan glanced at Fu Zhihuan beside him with his peripheral vision, but just happened to meet the gaze he was looking at him, and there was some playful exploration in his eyes.

    If he told the truth that he escaped to resist the marriage of his family, and he planned to be independent, no one would want to get into such a big trouble, right?

    …don’t tell the truth!

    So Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you, but I'm not a domestic worker. I studied law at university, and I came to Jiangcheng to find a job. A job as a trainee lawyer. Because…”

    Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes.

    "Because my family is really difficult, my dad wants me to marry early and use dowry money to support my younger siblings, so he wants to marry me to the son who sells stinky tofu downstairs. "

     Wen Ruan said this, and choked softly: "That's why I sneaked to Jiangcheng to find a job to earn money to support my family. But if my father finds it, he will definitely arrest me. back!"

    Wonderful.

    He shouldn't think that the lady in front of him will tell the truth honestly.

    But Zhao Zichen actually believed it, and even denounced it very violently: "Why is this? Now that marriage is open, there is still such a thing? I can't forgive it!"

    "Yes! Can't forgive!"

    "By the way, what about the son who sold stinky tofu? How about others?"

    "Very bad!"

    "How bad?"

    "I haven't even seen each other until now. It is said that I haven't been home for five years and I haven't left a photo. After knowing that I want to get married, my friends will tell me that they will never be with me. Now everyone knows I'm not likable and will laugh at me secretly behind my back, but I can only endure it in silence."

    "...Ah, it's too much! It's too irresponsible! To make girls bear so much pain!"

    "Yes!"

    The two sparrows sang in harmony, unaware that the "son of stinky tofu" they were severely criticizing was sitting next to them in a low pressure, watching the two of them cheering in high spirits.

    Suffering silently?

    If you didn't know that last night, this eldest lady's tongue-in-cheek attitude would be believed.

    "But why not even a photo?"

    "I don't know, I heard people say he doesn't like taking pictures. He hasn't posted on Moments in the past five years. The pictures are only from before high school, so it's hard to find."

    "It must be because you don't look good on the camera, think about it, if someone doesn't meet you, maybe it's because of low self-esteem that you are not worthy of you?"

    "You're right!"

    The two acted like a double reed.

    …I will send it to the Moments tonight.

    But Zhao Zichen was unaware of all this, and he even eagerly opened his mouth to find a way for Wen Ruan: "Yes, sir, you can let Miss Wen live in your house and take care of you by the way. Look at Simon. Anyway, Simon is also in elementary school, so he doesn't delay things. You see, a girl so young can't be delayed by that kind of person?"

    That kind of person?

    Fu Zhihuan sneered.

    What a great offer.

    Wen Ruan straightened up instantly, then turned to look at Fu Zhihuan beside him with a sincere face, and volunteered: "Boss, think about it? I'm the best at taking care of children."

    Wen Ruan's eyes are very confusing.

    When you look at others seriously, it's like there is a bright light in your eyes, just like a little milk cat staring at you coquettishly, people can't help but refuse.

    Even if you know it's a lie, you're not immune.

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then turned his head without saying a word and looked away. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said slowly, "Seven days."

    "Huh?"

    "I can let you live for seven days, and after seven days, you have to move out."

    Agree?

    Perhaps it was because the man in front of him had been too indifferent before, and this sudden release caught her off guard.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, her eyes were full of joy, she sat up straight, and her tone was a little excited: "Thank you boss! "

    The car quickly drove downstairs to the apartment.

    Zhao Zichen turned off the fire, adjusted the back of the seat back, unfastened the seat belt, put his arms on the back of his head, and yawned: "Old Fu, then you take Miss Wen up first. , I'll wait for you downstairs."

    They have dinner in the evening, Fu Zhihuan just came back to put things.

    By the way, Wen Ruan will be installed.

    Fu Zhihuan asked casually, "Don't you go upstairs?"

    "No." Zhao Zichen shook his head again and again, "Your count is too fierce, I'm afraid that it will scratch me and I have to go to the hospital for an injection."

    Wen Ruan keenly captured a certain word: "Count?"

    Zhao Zichen touched his nose and laughed: "Old Fu's blue cat is very temperamental. I went to his house two days ago and was almost scratched with permanent scars. "

    Speaking, she rolled up her sleeves: "Well, that's it, see."

    Wen Ruan glanced.

    Sure enough, there is a shallow scar on the right forearm.

    She shrank her neck and hesitated.

    It hurts to watch.

    Fu Zhihuan had already got out of the car. He supported the door frame, glanced at the expression on Wen Ruan's face, and said lightly, "If you are afraid, you can stay in a hotel."

    Afraid?

    Jokes.

    How could Wen Ruan easily back down because of a cat.

    So she got out of the car very decisively, with a bit of generosity to die heroically.

    Fu Zhihuan lives on the top floor of a high-end apartment in the city center.

    Wen Ruan stood at the door, feeling a little uneasy.

    Although she is not afraid of cats, she also knows that such cute-looking little animals will not recognize them if they scratch people.

      Then, he silently moved his steps and moved directly in front of Wen Ruan.

    "crunch-"

    The apartment door opens.

    The structure of the top floor is roughly the same as that of other houses, the only difference is that it is a duplex connected by two floors, with exquisite decoration.

    Although Wen Ruan is used to living in villas and villas, but after seeing this apartment, she was still unexpectedly stunned.

    Buying such a unit in the city center is like writing the words "I am rich" on the roof.

    At this moment, a crisp and soft cat meow sounded.

     Wen Ruan bowed her head, and happened to meet the blue cat who was sitting in the cathouse a meter away, staring at her without blinking.

    The blue cat looked less than a year old, just so small, with bright eyes, it didn't look as scary as Zhao Zichen described.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; - Woohoo oh so cute and heal.

    —I take that back.

    Wen Ruan moved quietly and hid behind Fu Zhihuan.

      Warning: "Count."

    The earl seemed to turn a deaf ear, took a step forward, and ran directly under Wen Ruan's feet, still on full alert, with a low warning growl in his throat.

    Wen Ruan glanced at the little blue cat that was not as tall as her ankle.

    The atmosphere seemed to be frozen in an instant.

    —Looks like it's going to be a showdown.

    —for my budding love.

    The blue cat continued to make a "purring" sound in its throat, clenching its teeth tightly, as if it must compete with the person in front of it.

    Wen Ruan sighed, then squatted down helplessly, stretched out her hand in front of the count, and tried to make three chapters with him: "I said before, you can scratch your hands, but not your face."

    Fu Zhihuan frowned, subconsciously wanting to take Wen Ruan back.

    He knows how grumpy his cat is.

    But I didn't expect that as soon as Wen Ruan's hand was handed over, the earl shrank his neck and took a step back to dodge. Just now, he was still arrogant and arrogant, as if a fire was suddenly poured out, and he was lying on the spot.

    Wen Ruan was stunned.

    —what's the matter with the cat?

    —A bluff?

    Before Wen Ruan could react, the Count moved to Wen Ruan with his own small steps, and lowered his head—

     Gently licked her fingertips, then made a coquettish "meow", and rubbed her small round head against her palm.

    Fu Zhihuan was a little surprised.

    The earl has a strong sense of territory, and even Zhao Zichen, who often comes to mingle with familiar faces, will not give a good face. It is the first time to treat a stranger so affectionately.

    “…I see.”

    Wen Ruan retracted his hand, carefully examined his fingers, and calmly analyzed: "I ate a salmon sandwich this morning."

    “…”

    Poor cat.

    Fu Zhihuan was too lazy to pay attention to the pair of one person and one cat hugging each other, he took out the spare key from the room and handed it to Wen Ruan: "The second room on the right hand side of the first floor is your room, You can go anywhere except the second floor."

    Wen Ruan took the key and nodded obediently: "Mmmm."

    There are still people waiting downstairs, and Fu Zhihuan is not ready to ask for too long now.

    But when I walked to the door, I suddenly remembered something, turned around and came back, reaching out to Wen Ruan: "Give me the phone."

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then took out his phone that was knocked out.

    Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly, took a note from the table, wrote down a string of numbers and handed it to Wen Ruan: "This is my personal mobile phone number."

    Zhao Zichen leaned against the door and smoked a cigarette before waiting for Fu Zhihuan to come down.

    He smiled, snuffed out the cigarette **** in his hand and threw it into the trash can, with a meaningful tone: "It's good luck, old man, you can still pick up such a beautiful one from a business trip. Miss?"

    Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes and said slowly, "Have you considered changing jobs?"

    Zhao Zichen was stunned, raised his hand and touched the back of his head: "Change jobs?"

    I am a good detective, why should I change jobs?

    Fu Zhihuan opened the car door, glanced up and down at Zhao Zichen, and dropped a string of words lightly: "If the magazine will do a 'deceived interview' one day, I'm afraid you will be invited to do it cover."

    Zhao Zichen put a huge question mark on his forehead. After he drove the car for a while, he suddenly realized—

    Have you been insulted just now?

    Fu Zhihuan and Zhao Zichen had a party tonight. Most of them were friends they knew or knew at work, including the procuratorate, the police station, and other industries.

    Most of the present are some well-known industry elites. The purpose of sitting together this time is to expand their circles with each other and enrich their relationship network.

    Fu Zhihuan never liked to join in these entertainments, but Zhao Zichen was afraid that it would be too boring to come alone, so he forced him to fill the scene.

    After parking the car, Zhao Zichen suddenly thought of something: "I heard that He Ziqin is coming today."

    "He Ziqin?"

    Zhao Zichen knew for a long time that the big Buddha next to him could not remember anything, so he was not too surprised: "Our law department back then, Xie Hua, is now a very good lawyer, and he went abroad a year ago. After studying for a while, I just returned to China recently.”

    The car was parked, Fu Zhihuan unfastened his seat belt and opened the door, as if he didn't pay much attention to Zhao Zichen's words.

    Zhao Zichen opened the chatterbox and couldn't close it. He had to make Fu Zhihuan chase after him and chatter endlessly: "You really don't remember? Back then, He Ziqin asked me for your contact information. At that time, the whole school thought you two were golden boys and girls..."

     Halfway through speaking, Zhao Zichen looked up, but happened to see the He Ziqin he was talking about, standing at the door of the hotel.

      Standing in front of the hotel at this moment, she looks even more graceful, and everyone who comes and goes will take a few more glances.

    He Ziqin also saw them, and immediately raised the corner of his lips to reveal a smile, and then extended his hand to politely say hello: "Fu..."

    "Crash-"

    He Ziqin's warm smile stopped on his face, raised his hand and put it down is not, raised it is not.

    Zhao Zichen was also stunned, he quickly apologized, and then quickly caught up with Fu Zhihuan.

    "Old Master, you just..."

    Fu Zhihuan pressed the elevator, and then seemed to suddenly remember something: "What's the name of the person you mentioned to me just now?"

    Zhao Zichen: "...He Ziqin."

    Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, thought for three seconds, and then said, "I don't remember."

    “…”

    I know you don't remember.

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