Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The early morning sun just showed a slit behind the clouds, shining in through the gap in the curtain.

“His—”

Fu Zhihuan's consciousness was pulled back, his brows furrowed, his eyelashes moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.

Waking up with a hangover doesn't feel good.

Maybe because of taking hangover medicine, because the headache caused by alcohol is not strong, only the temple has a vague sense of rising pain.

Fu Zhihuan propped up and pinched his brow with his fingertips, recalling last night—

He only remembered that he met Wen Ruan before leaving the restaurant, and in order to get her out, he drank a glass of wine.

Then, all the memories were erased, and only a few scattered pictures flickered.

"Hmm."

Fu Zhihuan was slightly startled by a soft dream, and then turned his head.

Wen Ruan sat on the stool, laying her head beside her bed, frowned deeply, and fell asleep.

She was still wearing the clothes she wore when she went out last night, without even a coat, she was a little thin in the air-conditioned room.

Why is she here?

Soon this question will be answered.

Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and found that his right hand was still tightly clasping Wen Ruan's wrist.

“…”

He coughed and let go.

But on that slender wrist, there was still a trace of redness.

"Ah Autumn"

Wen Ruan sneezed unconsciously in her sleep, then stretched out her hand to rub her nose and shrank her shoulders. A small face wrinkled aggrievedly, looking rather distressing.

body.

And when he lowered his body, the person in front of him turned his head, as if adjusting his sleeping position.

Turn her head off guard, Wen Ruan's hair inevitably brushed Fu Zhihuan's chin, bringing a tingling feeling.

She and Fu Zhihuan were face to face, the tip of their nose was only half a centimeter apart, and they could even feel each other's breath very clearly.

Fu Zhihuan's pupils shrank slightly.

He raised his hand to support the edge of the bed, stepped back like a conditioned response, and straightened up.

Fu Zhihuan was inexplicably irritated by this feeling he had never felt before.

He raised his hand and rubbed his hair back, got out of bed, picked up a coat and draped it over him, and went straight to the balcony of the living room.

The genius is bright, and the window is surprisingly quiet. From time to time, a few crisp bird calls can be heard, accompanied by the wind blowing into the ears.

Fu Zhihuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his coat pocket, lowered his head, bit the butt, and pulled it out.

Then, use a lighter to light that little flame.

White smoke rises and disperses.

The sound of slippers stepping on the floor "crackling" sounded.

Wen Ruan came out of the bedroom rubbing her sullen eyes. She opened her eyes and yawned, her voice muffled: "Are you awake?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed softly.

It seems to smell a little cigarette and feel a little choked.

Fu Zhihuan was inexplicably irritable when he heard the cough. He snuffed out the cigarette **** without a word, threw the cigarette **** into the trash can, and responded, "Yeah."

The long yawn dispelled some of Wen Ruan's sleepiness, she blinked her eyes hard, and her thoughts came to her senses, and then she looked towards Fu Zhihuan—

As expected, this sobered man turned his face and did not recognize him.

Now she is posing a cold and ignorant look!

Thinking of this, Wen Ruan decided to help Fu Zhihuan recall. So she raised her arm and coughed: "Mr. Fu, since you've sobered up, let's talk about what happened last night."

Fu Zhihuan leaned against the railing and gave her a look lazily, but did not speak.

...No, I can't be frightened by his threatening look.

Wen Ruan took a deep breath, gave herself a breath, and continued to act like a lawyer negotiating: "Mr. Fu, I took good care of you who was drunk last night, and I worked hard. But Not only are you not appreciative, but you also treat me as an earl, and you must take responsibility for this matter."

"Aren't you drunk?"

Fu Zhihuan patiently listened to Wen Ruan's words, then raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face did not change, he just asked a meaningful question.

“…”

There is a big problem.

Wen Ruan finally met his opponent in this artillery battle.

I have organized the language since last night, and I am going to give Fu Zhihuan a blow today. As a result, I didn't expect the other party to be precise, and a question directly blocked all his words.

Masters.

Wen Ruan is ready to support: "Mr. Fu, this is not the crux of the problem. The crux of the problem is that after you got drunk last night..."

"Aren't you drunk?"

Are you a repeater!

Sure enough, this ungrateful stinky man should have been left to fend for itself last night!

Who are you calling!

Wen Ruan raised her face angrily and tried to counterattack with her claws and claws: "Children can't pour a cup!"

The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.

After a moment of silence, Fu Zhihuan lowered his head and laughed softly, his voice hoarse.

After a long time, he stopped laughing, raised his head again, looked at Wen Ruan with a pair of peach eyes, and asked with a bit of patience: "Then tell me, why do you pretend drunk?"

…damn.

Who can withstand such a foul counterattack?

If there is a quarrel with the referee at the scene, Wen Ruan must sue Fu Zhihuan for the violation.

This is not a normal bickering, this is a naked seduction.

All Wen Ruan's words were stuck in his throat, and most of his anger disappeared. She hugged the pillow tighter, turned her head in a panic to avoid Fu Zhihuan's gaze, and stammered, "I-I'm hungry! I'm going to make breakfast!"

Fu Zhihuan seemed to remember something, and finally stopped teasing her, but straightened up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen.

Wen Ruan glanced at him curiously and asked, "Are you coming to make breakfast?"

Although Wen Ruan has been a pampered canary since she was a child, it does not prevent her from being active and passionate about cooking.

Although she has been in the kitchen for so many years and pestering Wang Ma to teach herself how to cook, she has only learned to make bubble noodles and tomato scrambled eggs. But getting bread and fried eggs for breakfast is fine.

And now Fu Zhihuan looks like he is going to cook breakfast, which makes Wen Ruan quite moved.

He finally found out in his conscience that he knew his hardships last night, was he ready to help him prepare breakfast? So touching!

However—

"No." Fu Zhihuan gave her a look.

Wen Ruan asked, "Then why are you going to the kitchen?"

"You reminded me just now." Fu Zhihuan opened the cupboard and took out a bag of things, "It's time for the Count to have breakfast."

Wen Ruan was silent.

The Earl.

An earl again.

She jumped down from the cat climbing frame and walked gracefully to the earl of the food box, thinking to herself—

Don't be too happy, I'll pay you to be sterilized after a while.

Koko.

"That's right." Fu Zhihuan thought of something, raised his eyes and said, "Help me prepare one for breakfast."

At the end, he added: "It's a deduction for the rent."

Wen Ruan: After I got tired of seeing this dog man's face, I killed him.

After breakfast is ready, it is still early for work.

Wen Ruan developed the habit of watching videos of meals during this period of time, so he turned on the TV in front of him, then picked up a piece of bread and evenly smeared blueberry jam—

"Hello everyone, welcome to our program "Anthropology Observation", now let's interview the two just now."

Anthropology?

Wen Ruan frowned, feeling that the name sounded familiar, so she raised her eyes and looked at the screen.

Now Jiangcheng TV is rebroadcasting last night's show.

And the passer-by who slowly appeared on the camera—

Is it me? !

The spoon in Wen Ruan's hand fell on the table with a clatter.

There is nothing more embarrassing than seeing your face on TV.

If there is, then it must be, the show has not added any beauty and filters!

Fu Zhihuan turned his back to the TV. Seeing Wen Ruan's frightened expression, he frowned and turned his head.

On the TV screen, the two are in the same frame, with the pink filter and love bubbles.

“…”

This is embarrassing.

Wen Ruan almost jumped up and changed the stage—

It's better not to add a filter that you don't use! What an aesthetic!

Although the table was changed, it was obvious that the atmosphere in the living room seemed to be freezing.

Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time, then raised his index finger and tapped on the table. After a while, he picked up the phone from the coffee table without saying a word, as if he was texting someone.

Wen Ruan asked cautiously, "Who are you sending a message to?"

"I'm watching this show when will it go off the air."

It's so cruel.

After a long time, Wen Ruan recovered from the huge and suffocating embarrassment just now. She picked up the knife and fork numbly, cut the poached eggs on the plate little by little, and put the things into her mouth with eyes blank.

It was tasteless.

Now there are live news programs on TV, which is harmonious.

Wen Ruan suddenly felt that this seemingly boring show was very healthy and peaceful, making people feel extremely happy and happy.

And just then:

"As the summer vacation is approaching, the number of people at the station is gradually increasing. Here, I would like to warn parents to be careful about their children and beware of missing children. Also pay attention to whether there are suspicious people around and beware of human traffickers. . The day before yesterday, at the Jiangcheng East Railway Station, a case of abduction almost happened, let's see the video shot by the people present—"

Wen Ruan frowned.

How does this place, time and case sound so familiar?

It seems that something is wrong?

Then, the facts told Wen Ruan that her intuition was right.

Because the video shot by the "person present" was very clear, Wen Ruan could see at a glance the arrogant and arrogant self surrounded by the crowd.

"Today, I won't push you to the police station to face the people's policemen three times, kowtow, cry and wipe your nose, I will write the name upside down! You will bully the little girl and go against society The planting of public virtue!"

In the video, he said this while pinching the back of the trafficker's neck.

Wen Ruan stretched out her hand, turned off the TV calmly, and raised her eyes to meet Fu Zhihuan.

"Are you happy to be on TV?" Fu Zhihuan asked.

"Good night." But hurry up and shut up.

Wen Ruan felt that she was numb, and no matter what happened, she couldn't make her mood fluctuate any more.

But it turns out she's still too young.

Because the next second, Wen Ruan's phone vibrated—

"Ah, ah, Ruan Ruan, you are popular, and five of the ten most searched Weibo posts are you! The reporters have all come to the office! Those videos of you are going crazy in a certain sound! Come to the office quickly!"

Qin Sushan was hoarse on the other end of the phone.

The author has something to say: I only wrote 3,500 woo woo today, sorry, because there is an evening class today until eight o'clock.

I'll adjust it over the weekend, there will be more!

Fifty red envelopes are randomly drawn in this chapter.

Catch bugs separately.

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles for the cubs; 5 bottles for the last; 3 bottles for Xixia; 1 bottle for Su Jingxing;

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