Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

    Qin Ziran was a little confused.

    He was going to shake hands warmly with Wen Ruan to express his gratitude, but suddenly he heard Fu Zhihuan's cold voice, and just stopped his hand abruptly in the air .

    What is this?

    Why does he feel that Fu Zhihuan's eyes are full of hostility when he looks at him.

    Is it because she and Qin Sushan only paid a share of the money together and were discovered?

    "Hey, are you here?"

    Wen Ruan didn't seem to notice anything. After she heard Fu Zhihuan's voice, she turned her body slightly and looked in his direction.

    The corners of her lips curled up, she walked over and tugged at his sleeve, with a little excitement in her tone: "Let me introduce you, this is..."

    "I know."

    Fu Zhihuan interrupted, he raised his eyes and glanced at Qin Ziran in front of him, and said in a flat tone: "This is Mr. Qin Ziran, Simon's head teacher, your university alumni, and a member of the university's club. President."

    Wen Ruan was startled.

    What's the matter, your memory is so good?

    As early as when Fu Zhihuan came towards him, Qin Ziran quietly retracted his hand and put his back behind him, feeling that his back was covered in cold sweat.

    —Why does he look at me so fiercely like I stole his girlfriend?

    After the atmosphere was tense for a few seconds, Fu Zhihuan's lips loosened, he held out his hand, and slowly spit out two words: "Good to meet."

    Although there are only two simple words, Fu Zhihuan's voice seems to be deliberately suppressed, and even the faint threat in his tone can be heard.

    “…?”

    This time even Wen Ruan on the side found something wrong.

    She looked at Fu Zhihuan, whose eyes were full of the words "super fierce", although the corners of her lips were curled up and looked like a smile, and then she looked at the side and pretended to be calm. Dangerous, but Qin Ziran with "Save me" written all over his face.

    What about these two men?

    Wen Ruan touched her chin and thought carefully—

    etc.

    Fu Zhihuan will not misunderstand anything, will he?

    At this moment, Qin Sushan stepped on the pair of Xiantian Gao and walked out of the toilet, complaining in her mouth: "Wen Ruan, do you know that I What a sacrifice your best friend has made, these are the thinnest high heels I've ever worn in my life!"

    As soon as she finished speaking, she raised her head and immediately discovered the strange aura between the two men.

    Immediately, Qin Sushan, who smelled the smell of eating melon, quietly tugged Wen Ruan's sleeve, and whispered in her ear: "What's the matter with your boyfriend and my boyfriend? I know you. How do you feel like you're going to fight?"

    Wen Ruan frowned, her expression a little tangled: "No, I think it may be jealous."

    "Jealous?"

    Qin Sushan's voice rose sharply: "Damn, eat my vinegar?"

    "...?" Wen Ruan gave him a suspicious look.

    But obviously, Qin Sushan did not receive Wen Ruan's eyes, touched her chin and said worriedly: "How could this be? Fu Zhihuan is too immoral."

    Speaking of this, he explained to Wen Ruan very nervously, with a sincere tone: "Really, I don't even have the contact information of your Fu Zhihuan."

    Wen Ruan was a little tired: "...you take a break."

    The immoral Fu Zhihuan paused for a while, then turned his head stiffly, glanced at Qin Sushan, and then put his questioning eyes on Wen Ruan.

    Wen Ruan took a step back in embarrassment.

    But after being pushed like this, he finally understands—

    The co-author of the second young master Fu really thought he wanted to steal his girlfriend!

    Qin Ziran took a deep breath, then pulled Qin Sushan to her side, and smiled politely: "Mr. Fu, let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend."

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head, a question mark slowly appeared on his face.

    Qin Ziran took advantage of the victory and continued to explain: "I invited Miss Wen to dinner just now because she helped me create opportunities to chase my girlfriend."

    Speaking of this, he raised his hand as if swearing, and said in a full and impassioned voice: "My heart belongs to my girlfriend!"

    Perhaps it was to show that he really did not have any unreasonable thoughts, Qin Ziran said these words extremely loudly, and even faintly heard some echoes.

    Qin Sushan was not moved when she heard this, but after thinking about it for a long time, she suddenly understood: "So you were jealous of me just now?"

    Qin Ziran: "...Speak less."

    However, the most embarrassing is clearly Fu Zhihuan.

    "Pfft."

    Wen Ruan couldn't hold back, she leaned back and forth with laughter, she stretched out her hand and rubbed the corner of her eyes, and stood up with difficulty with her sore waist: "I said, what kind of jealousy are you? what."

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at her and lied and denied, "No."

    Wen Ruan bumped his waist with his elbow: "Did you say it? Then what did you do to the murderer just now?"

      I paid a share of the money, so I just came to ask."

    As soon as these words came out, the three people present fell silent.

    …I was actually fooled by myself.

    Wen Ruan squinted his eyes: "So this is true?"

    Qin Sushan coughed, raised a finger and said eloquently: "The family doesn't speak two languages, you see we are male and female friends, why are we separated."

    "Fuck, which couple immediately pulled me into a discussion group that day and forced me to send red envelopes, and they had to send two?"

    Wen Ruan stuck her waist, "I'm still looking for an excuse to say something, when it comes to love, everyone is an independent individual, so the blessing red envelope has to be doubled, and now the money is actually combined into one Don't even think about it, pay for it!"

    Qin Sushan felt angina, and she turned her eyes to Fu Zhihuan for help.

    However, Fu Zhihuan nodded and agreed with Wen Ruan's words: "Indeed, you get two copies."

    “…”

    Subdued, two stingy rich people actually got together.

    Half an hour left before the start of the engagement banquet, Xie Yan was late.

    It is said that suits are amazing things. Wearing them on a sunny youth like Zhao Zichen will make them more cheerful and lively, and wearing them on abstinent and high-cold people like Fu Zhihuan, they will appear more cold and calm. unattainable.

    But wearing it on Xie Yanchi makes every strand of his hair seem a bit cynical and showy.

    When Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan found him, he was standing lazily leaning against the table, surrounded by a circle of beautiful young ladies and sisters, all of them talking to him in high spirits wearing something.

    Xie Yanchi looked rather patient, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, and there was a smirk in her eyes, but she smiled casually, did she say something in a sloppy manner and provoke the people next to her A burst of blush.

    "Cough."

    Wen Ruan stood a few meters away, raised her arms and coughed a few times as a warning.

    He straightened up and said slowly, "Stop talking, my little ancestor is here." After speaking, he took a step towards Wen Ruan's direction.

     "Our grandfather's chess friend's daughter's husband's colleague came half an hour ago. As my cousin, you are only here now?"

    Wen Ruan tapped the ground impatiently with her toes, and raised her index finger to plausibly say: "And you actually go to hook up with the beautiful young lady first? This is absolutely not allowed at my engagement banquet. Bad behavior."

    "What special case?"

    Xie Yanchi's eyelids moved: "I met my first love."

    Wen Ruan felt that this reason sounded familiar: "How many times have you used this nonsense excuse?"

    Xie Yanchi rubbed his neck and said slowly: "No, I didn't lie to you this time. And you also know that this first love is all about men. of special significance."

    "Okay, even if it's first love." Wen Ruan took a deep breath and puffed up her cheeks: "Is it important to have your sister's engagement banquet?"

    "Why do you think so?" Xie Yanchi's tone was a little shocked: "Co-author, do you think you can be more important than my first love?"

    Wen Ruan showed a standard smile: "You're done, I'm going to tell my uncle that you said that you would go shopping with me a few days ago, in fact, you secretly ran to Hu Peng Gou Friends to fight landlords."

    Then added: "By the way, lost the car."

    "Why are you so hard to fool?"

    Xie Yanchi didn't explain, just smiled and patted the back of his head, looked up at Fu Zhihuan who was standing next to Wen Ruan, and said, "Hey, how can I say that I was once Your love is fueling the flames, won't you say a few words for me?"

    Fu Zhihuan didn't take Xie Yanchi's set at all.

    "It won't help."

    Fu Zhihuan laughed, stretched out his hand to wrap Wen Ruan's shoulder, and said timidly, "No way, this is my first love."

    “…?”

    "And you know," Fu Zhihuan's voice was clear, repeating Xie Yanchi's words just now: "This first love has a special meaning for men."

    “…”

    I didn't take any advantage, but I was fed a mouthful of dog food first.

    After chatting for a long time, Wen Ruan finally remembered the business: "Hey, don't think that you don't need to give gifts when you are relatives with me. I just counted the money, so you didn't give it!"

    Mentioning about money, Xie Yanchi narrowed his eyes: "I said what are you doing in anger, isn't it just a gift—"

    When Wen Ruan heard this, he thought he was going to let go, his eyes lit up, and he was ready to use the excuse to get all the money that Xie Yanchi extorted from him.

    However, Xie Yanchi seemed to see through her intentions, slammed his shoulders, and dragged the end: "I definitely can't give it to you."

    "You!"

    "It's okay if you scold me, I don't want to lose face anyway." Xie Yanchi rolled his eyes and said slowly, "If you want to get money from me, there is no way."

    …I almost forgot that Xie Yanchi was the stingy boss of this group of people.

    "But-"

    Just when Wen Ruanqie was about to turn around and leave, she suddenly heard Xie Yanchi add lightly: "I left you a small gift and sent it to your mailbox. "

    Wen Ruan immediately became energetic, her eyes lit up: "What gift?"

    Xie Yanchi raised her chin and said with a smile, "Just look at it."

    Although Xie Yanchi is usually not a good person, the things he gives never disappoint.

    Wen Ruan's mobile phone was placed in the background, when she heard this sentence, her appetite was immediately lifted, and she stepped on a pair of high heels to watch it.

    Fu Zhihuan smiled helplessly, turned around and prepared to follow, but heard Xie Yanchi behind him suddenly shout slowly—

    "You don't go."

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head.

    He tilted his head, raised his finger and flicked the glass next to him, the syllables of each word were slightly prolonged: "Wen Ruan is no different from my own sister to me. "

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