Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The voices are full of people, the surrounding is noisy, and the lights are flickering.

The full crowd smiled, chatted with each other, and crossed their eyes.

And when Fu Zhihuan's voice sounded, all the noise seemed to have been pressed the pause button.

All eyes were on him.

But Fu Zhihuan's eyes crossed everyone's eyes and looked directly at Wen Ruan, he squinted his eyes, and there was a faint smile in his dark pupils.

"It's time to go home, kid."

This man is killing her.

Some people in this room have been in this place for a long time, and they recognized Fu Zhihuan at a glance—

"Fu Jian? Why are you here?" A man sitting on the side tidied up his collar, sat up straight, and his tone was attentive, "It's been a long time since I met. "

Someone whispered—

"Who is this?"

"Fu Zhihuan, the procuratorate has a lot of background. You may have just come to the office and you don't know him yet. Don't look at him young, but even Professor Su will give people some face, right? A person who is easy to make friends with, just don't say the wrong thing in front of him."

Fu Zhihuan nodded slightly, and after a few perfunctory greetings, he asked casually, "Are you at a party?"

"Yes, it's not that there is a new person in the office, we are celebrating. The little girl can drink..."

"Really?"

Fu Zhihuan's tone was slightly meaningful, he turned his head, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan's face.

Done.

Wen Ruan felt a little weak, she bit the tip of her tongue, leaned on Qin Sushan beside her, and whispered, "Tell Fu Zhihuan, I look drunk."

"Drunk?"

Qin Sushan was stunned for a while, then immediately reacted.

Also, such a good opportunity, how can you create ambiguity if you don't get drunk at this time?

As Wen Ruan's good sister, Qin Sushan held her shoulders irresponsibly, pretended to be worried and said to Fu Zhihuan: "Mr. Much, seems to be drunk."

Fu Zhihuan frowned, lowered his voice and said "sorry" to the people around him, then walked in and crouched down beside Wen Ruan.

Wen Ruan immediately acted like she was drunk and stupefied, leaning softly on Qin Sushan's body, her face flushed, and she looked lethargic.

Qin Sushan watched from the sidelines.

My little sister is really good at acting.

Usually at this time, Wen Ruan not only blows on the bottle, but also makes a series of arrogant remarks—

"What do you mean? Wasn't it very reckless when I persuaded me to drink? Just say no?"

"Drink clean! You are raising fish! Drink it if you dare!"

"Isn't it a man, I blew on the bottle and you sipped this little cup there. The water vapor evaporates faster than you."

It's a shame not to be an actor.

Fu Zhihuan's brows did not relax, and his tone was a little displeased: "How much did she drink?"

"Not much." Qin Sushan pointed down the cup on the other side of the table, and drew a circle lightly: "That's all."

Wen Ruan: “…”

Although I closed my eyes, I still felt a sharp gaze looking at me.

Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand, held Wen Ruan's arm, and gestured to the people around him: "I'll take the people away first. Is that okay?"

Yes?

This great Buddha, who is not easy to provoke, has asked this question, who dares to say no?

And it seems that Wen Ruan and this Prosecutor Fu have a very unusual relationship. Others don't want to offend this powerful person, why would they go to persuade Wen Ruan to drink.

It's all said and done, who dares to stop it?

Someone dares.

Zou Yinyun may have drank a lot in order to drink alcohol just now.

Seeing that someone was going to take Wen Ruan away, she didn't even see who it was, she frowned and shouted at the top of her throat: "No, she hasn't had this cup yet. There must be rules. , go after drinking, what are you doing to spoil the fun?"

“…”

The surroundings suddenly became quiet, and someone immediately reached out and pulled Zou Yinyun's sleeve, motioning her to shut up quickly.

But it is the so-called wine strong cowardly.

Zou Yinyun, unaware of the change in the atmosphere next to her, pushed the glass of wine she had just poured forward and inserted it into her waist: "You can go if you want, you drink it for her."

Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and stopped for a while on the glass of wine. Then without a word, he reached out his hand, held the cup, and drank it.

He put the cup down, straightened up, and said in a cold voice, "Can you go?"

Shoulder: "Yes..."

No nonsense, Fu Zhihuan took Wen Ruan out of the dinner.

Wen Ruan pretended to be unsteady and was being helped forward, quietly raised her eyelids, and peeked at Fu Zhihuan's face beside him—

The complexion does not seem to have changed, not even red, and it seems that it does not respond to alcohol.

But the glass of wine was not very strong.

Yeah! Absolutely no problem!

Fu Zhihuan seemed to notice Wen Ruan's gaze, and he turned his gaze slightly.

Wen Ruan quickly narrowed her eyes, avoiding Fu Zhihuan's sight.

Good risk.

Wait—

"No DUI!"

Wen Ruan didn't even think about it, she reached out and held it.

"You are Mr. Fu, right? I am the chauffeur you called. Look, this is my certificate."

Almost at the same time, a middle-aged man standing beside the hotel came out, rubbed his hands and handed over his documents in a very attentive tone.

“…”

This is embarrassing.

It's over, the thing about pretending to be drunk is going to be revealed.

The atmosphere suddenly solidified, and only Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan looked at each other.

Wen Ruan immediately explained: "I just... I seem to be blown by the wind and suddenly wake up."

Just when she thought she was about to be mercilessly exposed, Fu Zhihuan turned her head without saying a word, and calmly handed the key in his hand to the chauffeur, then turned around car.

It seemed that Wen Ruan didn't take Wen Ruan's performance to heart at all.

This is weird.

Does he not ask himself a question?

Wen Ruan couldn't feel her head, but she still took small steps to get into the car.

The driver started the car and asked enthusiastically, "Where are you going, sir?"

Fu Zhihuan sat in the back seat, leaning his head slightly against the glass window, his tone became colder: "Go back to the apartment."

The surroundings were quiet.

After about five seconds of silence, the driver asked again: "En, where are we going?"

"Back to the apartment."

"I mean what's our destination called?"

"Apartment."

The driver took a deep breath, his emotions were obviously on the verge of collapse: "I know to go back to the apartment, but the question is where is the apartment??"

"Hey, don't worry, I know!"

Wen Ruan listened to it for a while, then couldn't help but get up from the seat, and then adjusted the navigation to the driver, "This is it, Mingchen Garden, about half an hour's drive. Thank you, Master, for your hard work."

After finally waiting for the car to hit the road, Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief, then turned to look at Fu Zhihuan beside him, only to see his brows furrowed and his eyes tightly closed.

Even, seems to be asleep.

Wen Ruan stretched out her hand to test Fu Zhihuan's breath.

…Alive.

I felt very strange just now, how did it feel that Fu Zhihuan's reaction was very wrong from the moment he left the hotel.

What's going on? Are you drunk?

Wen Ruan thought about it.

No.

The cup is not full, and the degree is not high.

Is it possible that Fu Zhihuan poured a cup?

Wen Ruan was silent.

The plan of "pretending to be drunk and letting Fu Zhihuan take care of him, and then creating a spark of love through the influence of alcohol to make his heart beat" was brewing in his mind, and at this moment he announced his death.

Why does this kind of cool guy who looks like a bar, a thousand cups not drunk actually pour one cup?

It just doesn't fit the character!

The car drove for about 20 minutes and was about to arrive at Mingchen Garden.

Wen Ruan noticed that there was a small pharmacy on the side of the road at the corner of the bend. Although the facade looked dilapidated, the lights were still on and the door was not closed.

"Master, stop, I'll get out of the car to buy something." Wen Ruan shouted to stop.

In any case, Fu Zhihuan drank that glass of wine because of her.

I have to take good care of him tonight.

“Pop—”

Just when Wen Ruan was about to open the door and get out of the car to buy hangover pills, she felt her arm suddenly being held.

Wen Ruan was slightly startled, turned her head, only to find that Fu Zhihuan opened her eyes at an unknown time.

He was still leaning against the door, the black hair on his forehead shrouded in the moonlight, and his eyes became more and more fierce. Although his face has not changed, there are already some red blood in his eyes, and the aura around his body is like a sleepy wolf, full of malice.

"You... awake?" Wen Ruan was stunned, and then asked softly.

Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, but he still held Wen Ruan's hand.

Wen Ruan moved slightly forward: "Are you drunk?"

It doesn't look sober.

Wen Ruan sighed and said, "I'll get out of the car and buy you a hangover medicine, so let me go first, okay?"

Fu Zhihuan didn't move, but the strength in his hand tightened a little bit.

Wen Ruan was worried.

She traverses the wine hall, and she has seen all kinds of drunkenness, but she has never seen Fu Zhihuan.

He was obviously drunk, but his eyes were still clear, even more daunting than normal.

No matter what anyone asks him, he doesn't say a word, but he seems to have an inexplicable sense of oppression.

But being held by the arm all the time is not the way, Wen Ruan scratched his wrist and said slowly: "I'll be up soon, you can just wait for me."

After finishing speaking, taking advantage of Fu Zhihuan's release, he quickly slipped out of the car.

Bang

The door closes.

The night wind was cool.

Wen Ruan rubbed her arms, pushed the door and entered the pharmacy. She glanced around, then walked straight to the front desk and asked, "Hello, is there any hangover medicine here?"

No one responded.

Wen Ruan frowned, raised her head, but found no one in front of her.

When you look away, you can see behind the counter, two boys squatting beside the table with cigarettes in their mouths, playing games impatiently.

One of them was hot with tin foil, and the other was a little cooked…

It seems to be the yellow hair that I met in the supermarket last night?

Huang Mao also heard the voice at the moment, raised his head, his eyes fell on Wen Ruan, his eyes narrowed, it seemed that he remembered.

He twitched the corner of his mouth, pulled out the cigarette, and smiled suddenly: "Hey, look, this is the lady I said yesterday."

Tin Foil Iron also followed Huang Mao's line of sight, his eyebrows curved, and he was happy: "You have a good eye."

Wen Ruan frowned, tapped the counter with her index finger rhythmically, resisting the impatience in her heart, and said, "Is the boss there?"

"I am, I look after the shop for my father." Huang Mao put out the cigarette butt, got up, put his hands in front of Wen Ruan, and showed a ruffian smile: " What do you want, Miss?"

"The hangover pill."

Wen Ruan raised her eyes, her tone was cold and cold: "If not, I'll leave."

"Hey! Where are you going? Of course there is." Huang Mao immediately stopped Wen Ruan, then turned around, took out a box of medicine from a shelf not far away, and patted it on the table. Pushing towards Wen Ruan: "Sixty-nine."

Wen Ruan scanned the QR code to pay, then reached out and held the medicine box, ready to take it away.

But Huang Mao's hand holding the medicine did not loosen, instead he lifted his index finger and gently pressed the back of Wen Ruan's hand.

Then, he drew a vague circle with his fingertips.

Wen Ruan froze, unable to contain her anger. She pursed her lower lip, looked up at Huang Mao calmly, and then slowly spit out two words: "Release."

"Why are you rushing."

Huang Mao laughed and joked, and by the way, he turned his head and made a look at the tin foil at the back, and giggled: "Let's make a friend."

Speaking, she stretched out her hand to touch Wen Ruan's chin.

pop

The arm was only halfway stretched, and it was suddenly grasped by a strong hand.

Wen Ruan was slightly stunned, raised her head—

Fu Zhihuan did not know when she stood beside her, her thin lips pursed tightly. cold.

Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes and let go.

Before Huang Mao could catch his breath, the next second, Fu Zhihuan raised his hand abruptly, as if preparing to grab Huang Mao's chin—

"Fuck, this brother, isn't it?"

The tin foil at the back was hot and panicked. She took a few steps forward, but did not dare to approach, so she could only persuade.

Wen Ruan was also stunned.

The drunk Fu Zhihuan seemed to be even more irritable.

She hurriedly held Fu Zhihuan's hand, pulled him back a few steps, and stuck in front of him and the yellow hair, and said anxiously, "Don't do it."

Maybe it was because Wen Ruan's movements were too hasty, and when she turned around, her hair brushed the corners of Fu Zhihuan's lips inadvertently, causing a tingling sensation.

Fu Zhihuan withdrew his gaze, his eyes fixed on Wen Ruan's face.

Wen Ruan was stunned.

It's too foul, how can this person be able to look so arrogant.

"That's right!" Huangmao, who had recovered, tried his best to agree, while rubbing his arm, he said, "I'm just joking..."

"Pop!"

Before Huang Mao's words were finished, he slapped his face with a neat slap, which could be heard very clearly in the empty pharmacy.

Wen Ruan withdrew her hand, shook it in disgust, sneered, and said, "What is it? Who asked you to interrupt? I won't let him hit you doesn't mean I can't Hit you, give you a face, then move your feet, don't you know it's called sexual harassment?"

"You don't look very big, you should have just graduated from high school at most? Hasn't anyone taught you to respect girls? If there is another time, I will personally send you to the police station. I'll teach you this. Anyway, I have patience and energy, so I'm not afraid to waste it with you."

Huang Mao covered his face, froze in place for a while without reacting.

Wen Ruan stopped talking nonsense with him, reached out and picked up the hangover medicine, then turned around and left the pharmacy with Fu Zhihuan.

In the gap between crossing the road, she rambled confidently: "How can you do it? You are a public official, if you are known, you will definitely be criticized! And I will It doesn't matter, next time I can beat people up by myself!"

"You can't drink alcohol again in the future. If you can't drink it, don't drink it. Next time - eh?"

Fu Zhihuan suddenly stretched out his hand, put Wen Ruan's shoulder loosely from behind, and pulled her back.

"Buzz-"

Wen Ruan staggered and leaned against Fu Zhihuan's arms.

A motorcycle almost brushed past her, leaving a loud roar.

Wen Ruan turned her head, but saw Fu Zhihuan standing quietly behind him, his hand still not removed.

Instead, there was an inexplicable ruffian.

At this moment, their bodies were leaning tightly together, and Wen Ruan seemed to be able to clearly feel the ups and downs of Fu Zhihuan's chest when he was breathing.

All Wen Ruan's words got stuck in her throat, she turned her head slowly, lowered her eyes, reached out and touched her hot cheeks.

How can this person do this?

After drinking and before, they are different.

But no matter what it looks like, it can poke to the tip of your heart.

Too foul?

Fu family.

"Mr. Wen, are you two really sure you want to break off the marriage?"

Father Fu stroked his glasses, sighed, and said, "Actually, I also like Wen Ruan very much. My wife and I both hope that this marriage can be facilitated."

Wen Fengchen actually planned to break off the marriage.

Wen's development to this day, although the marriage with the Fu family is not harmful, but it is not necessary.

What's more, Wen Ruan was her pet child from childhood to adulthood, and the marriage was originally planned for her to have a reliable husband's family, but since Wen Ruan was so resistant, Wen Fengchen naturally couldn't force it.

Today, Wen Fengchen brought his wife to Fu's house, and he was also preparing to dissolve the engagement completely.

"Yes, I'm sorry, but after all the children are old, they have to like it themselves." Wen Fengchen shook his head helplessly and took the tea handed by the servant, "Me too I've heard that Linglang is very good, but after all—"

Although he didn't finish what he said, everyone present knew it.

Fu Ershao didn't go home for so many years, and she was quite resistant to engagement. Forcing it will only make his relationship with his family colder.

Father Fu sighed, nodded, and said, "Yes, I've been thinking about it for a while. The children have to make their own plans, then this engagement is—"

Before he finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from the TV in the living room:

"Thank you for your help just now. Do you have anything to say to the audience?"

“…can I turn on the beauty filter?”

This familiar voice shocked the two parents who were still talking solemnly. They turned their heads in unison and set their eyes on the TV screen behind them.

Jiangcheng Satellite TV was broadcasting the program "Human Observation", and at this moment, Wen Ruan's face appeared on the TV screen extremely clearly.

Wen Fengchen took a deep breath.

The camera slowly pulled away—

The faces of Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan appeared on the screen together!

Father Fu took a deep breath.

"Is this gentleman your boyfriend? He looks so handsome, you two are really a good match!"

"No."

"Not yet."

When editing this segment, the program team also specially put the two people in slow motion, with a very girly BGM, if it weren't for the huge variety show title in the lower right corner, It really creates the illusion that this is watching an idol drama.

The two parents took a deep breath in unison.

An explanation."

"I don't think so..."

Mother Fu coughed and said embarrassingly, "Moreover, I don't think you need to break off the marriage."

"What do you mean?"

"Actually, I was going to introduce him to the two of you at the engagement banquet, but I didn't expect this child to be unwilling to come back." When Mother Fu said this, she paused and sighed: "Really To be honest, the one on TV is our second son. He was originally called Fu Lu, but he changed his name in college without telling us, and now he is called Fu Zhihuan."

“…”

This is embarrassing.

Wen Fengchen was silent for a while, then looked up at the two people on the TV.

Mother Wen leaned down and said, "Why do I feel that our daughter seems to like this Fu Ershao a little?"

As a mother, of course you know your daughter.

When Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan, her bright eyes seemed to write the word "like" in her eyes.

After a long silence, someone finally spoke to break the deadlock—

"How did the two of them meet?"

"I don't know, but I don't think they recognize each other."

"Is that a divorce?"

"I feel that the two of them have a play, or they won't quit?"

"Then it won't be refunded."

"What are we doing now?"

"Watch TV, this variety show is pretty good."

Later, the two parents began to talk to Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan on the TV show, and they exchanged heartfelt praise—

People are still reliable. Originally, I was worried that Wen Ruan would run away from home and encounter bad people, but now I am relieved. "

"Your Wen Ruan is also cute and well-behaved. I feel no worse than those female stars in the stage. The key is to have a good heart. I see so many people around me who don't come forward to help, but she has This courage and bearing."

"Hey, your family law is really promising. You have become a prosecutor at such a young age. It's not easy to do a legal inspection now."

"Wen Ruan is not yet, I remember he was a famous lawyer back then, with such a good temperament."

A serious divorce negotiation meeting was officially turned into a family friendly communication gathering because of this sudden variety show.

Wen Ruan finally brought the drunken humanoid dangerous object back to the apartment.

Wen Ruan glanced at the earl's food box, which contained some leftover cat food.

Fortunately, every time Fu Zhihuan had an entertainment, he would ask an hourly worker to feed the Earl dinner.

Wen Ruan used all her strength to help Fu Zhihuan to the bedroom. She breathed on her hips, and after a while, she said, "You change your clothes first. , I'll pour warm water for you to take the hangover medicine. Can you understand what I mean?"

“…”

Fu Zhihuan neither nodded nor shook his head, he didn't seem to react. He just bowed his head calmly, then reached out and pressed the button of his collar.

Unwrap one.

The movements are gentle and natural, as if Wen Ruan does not exist at all.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Wen Ruan suddenly froze, stood up abruptly, and ran out of the room, closing the door with a bang.

Walking all the way to the kitchen, Wen Ruan felt that her heart, which had been teased, calmed down slightly.

She took a deep breath, pulled out a disposable quilt, poured a glass of warm water from the water dispenser, and prepared to wait a while before going in.

Most of the people who are drunk will cut off.

Especially a person like Fu Zhihuan who faints immediately after drinking a cup, probably won't remember anything when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

Wen Ruan closed her mouth.

Too much, drunk and crazy.

Irresponsible and irresponsible! Scumbag!

But in the face of this kind of "scumbag", Wen Ruan still bowed his head in a hopeless manner.

No resistance at all.

She stood at the door and waited for a while, guessing that Fu Zhihuan's clothes should have been changed, and then carefully pushed the door and walked in.

The door opens.

Fu Zhihuan has changed his clothes, and now his eyes are closed, he is leaning against the edge of the bed, one hand is on his knee, his brows are furrowed, and his expression is full of exhaustion.

Sleep?

Wen Ruan walked in the direction of Fu Zhihuan.

Hearing the footsteps of someone approaching, Fu Zhihuan's eyelashes moved slightly, and then he suddenly opened his eyes, as if a sleeping lion was awakened, and his body was full of low air pressure.

The line of sight fell on Wen Ruan.

"Took the medicine." Wen Ruan was not afraid of him, but pretended to be fierce like a bravado, "Why are you so fierce? You can't drink and drink, I want you to be brave."

"Eat." Seeing Fu Zhihuan's expression, Wen Ruan immediately froze. She pursed her lips, and she was just showing her teeth and claws, but now she suddenly became aggrieved, "The hangover medicine, if you don't take it, you will have a headache when you wake up tomorrow morning."

Maybe Wen Ruan slightly touched a certain heartstring of Fu Zhihuan with a slightly aggrieved expression, he lowered his eyes, laughed lowly, then straightened up and lowered his head—

On Wen Ruan's hand, he took the capsule.

The hot breath hit Wen Ruan's fingertips.

Fu Zhihuan raised his head, the smile on his lips did not fade, and his long and narrow eyes narrowed slightly. It's like a cynical young master who has taken off the shell of innocence.

Her hands trembled subconsciously.

Too much.

This man is too much.

There are so many tricks to take a medicine, no scumbag is so good at it!

Wen Ruan quickly retracted her hand, handed the warm water forward, and fed Fu Zhihuan to drink it. Then holding his shoulders, he moved the pillow and let him lie down.

The series of movements was extremely fast, and her head was always lowered, as if she was afraid of being seduced by this hateful man.

Wen Ruan kept ringing the alarm bell:

You can't be tempted by this "scumbag" who will cut off early tomorrow! He will not be responsible for your heartbeat!

After dealing with all this, watching Fu Zhihuan gradually closed his eyes due to the sleepiness caused by the alcohol attack, the stone in Wen Ruan's heart finally fell to the ground.

It's finally over, this one-sided temptation.

Everything that happened tonight was just like the "pretend drunk love plan" that she and Qin Sushan had envisioned at the beginning:

"A series of ambiguous actions caused by alcohol can naturally and normally stir up other people's heartbeats and generate sparks of love."

The only thing wrong is that the male and female protagonists in the plan have switched positions.

Why is Fu Zhihuan the drunk one!

In the end, it was her own little girl!

This may be called self-reliance.

Just as Wen Ruan was about to leave the room in grief, suddenly a hand grabbed his arm.

Before she could react, she was pulled into Fu Zhihuan's arms by a force, and her back shoulders pressed tightly against his chest.

What?

Wen Ruan struggled and tried to stand up.

"Stay still."

The voice was low, with a drunken hoarseness.

Wen Ruan took a breath.

During an hour and a half of drunken time, Fu Zhihuan finally said the first sentence, "Count, don't move."

“…”

Who the **** is that cat!

The author has something to say: the author who is guessed by the reader every time is too painful.

In this chapter, all red envelopes will be issued within 24 hours. Damn, even 20 coins will be deducted.

A Jiang cheapskate (whisper)

Today is also a day for the lovely Ruan Ruan! As a soft girl, I have to take on too much.

After V, strive to update 6k words every day.

Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-1800:52:09~2019-12-1822:31:40~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Fairies love to eat milk candy 11 bottles; 403648755 bottles;

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