Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The voice sounded close to Wen Ruan's ear.

The deep and hoarse voice contained some faint smiles, as if reverberation was added after noise reduction, and every syllable was hitting her eardrums.

Wen Ruan's heart was pounding like a roller coaster.

Where the **** is he teaching balloons?

This is a living seduction.

"I'm not nervous."

Wen Ruan had to pretend to be calm. She raised her head and said eloquently: "I'm just thinking carefully about how to shoot."

"Hmm."

Although Fu Zhihuan responded, there was a slight smile in his tone. He didn't expose Wen Ruan's panic, just bent over to hold her hand that pulled the trigger.

"Relax, trust me."

The breath touched Wen Ruan's earlobe, mixed with a numb feeling.

It's too hard to relax...

Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened and he pulled the trigger.

"Bang-"

One shot hits and the balloon explodes.

Wen Ruan only felt that the apex of her heart trembled with the sound, as if it was not a balloon that exploded, but someone put a bucket of fireworks in her heart.

Fu Zhihuan's movements did not pause too much, he narrowed his eyes, and moved the gun to the side quickly and decisively.

Aim, shoot, transpose.

In less than a minute, with the sound of a series of explosions, a whole row of balloons that had been full of walls just now was emptied.

The remaining seven bombs were all fired, no more and no less, and the one balloon that Wen Ruan broke by himself was exactly eight.

Jiang Zishen, who was watching the battle on the sidelines, counted with his fingers, and suddenly jumped on the ground happily: "Yeah! My Iron Man model!"

Fu Zhihuan glanced at the cheering little guy beside him, and laughed lightly. Then he let go of the brows that were slightly frowned because of his seriousness, put down one hand to support the table beside Wen Ruan, and straightened up.

Wen Ruan could clearly feel that the black figure that enveloped him left, and the light that had just been blocked hit his face again.

The surrounding air seemed to be back to normal.

She stood there for about ten seconds without moving, and she was still a little dazed.

It was as if the fireworks were not lit at the tip of my heart just now.

It's a firecracker.

A series of crackling sounds, until now, it makes people's whole heart seem to be beating because of stamina.

…This is too foul.

The boss took off the Iron Man model with a bitter face, handed it to Jiang Zishen, and then asked dumbfoundedly, "Sir, did you learn to shoot?"

Fu Zhihuan: "No."

The boss touched his head: "No, you are the best at this game since I saw the store. How can you still aim so accurately without learning?"

Fu Zhihuan thought for a while, and then answered calmly, "Talent."

Boss: "…"

How can this person be so arrogant and handsome.

Fu Zhihuan's seven bursts just now attracted a lot of onlookers.

The men present may also want to show one or two. The balloons that no one cares about just now have long queues.

The boss's frustration at the loss of the Iron Man model just now disappeared, and he ran to receive the guests happily.

The so-called handsome boy can drive the industry chain, I am afraid this is the truth.

Jiang Zishen was hugging sweetly with his Iron Man model, but he didn't forget to say to Fu Zhihuan, "Thank you, Brother Fu!"

Fu Zhihuan laughed, then raised his chin in Wen Ruan's direction and gestured.

Jiang Zishen immediately felt sorry, ran to Wen Ruan with short legs, took her hand and shouted sweetly: "Thank you Sister Wen Ruan! Sister Wen Ruan is amazing!"

With such a shout, Wen Ruan was finally removed from—

"I just depend on whether Fu Zhihuan touched my hand. In ancient times, we rounded up and we were husband and wife!"

"It's abhorrent, do all stinky men use this way to coax girls? I'm still in a cold war with him and I can't bow my head first."

It was pulled back from such a series of overturned thoughts.

She thought about it, she can't lose her dignity because of indulgence in beauty.

After all, I'm still gambled, how can I say that I can just turn the page.

Therefore, Wen Ruan took Jiang Zishen's hand, raised her chin and prepared to pass Fu Zhihuan straight: "Go, sister will take you to eat ice cream."

"Wen Ruan." Fu Zhihuan suddenly shouted.

"Huh?" Wen Ruan replied subconsciously, then turned to look at him.

The surroundings were quiet for a while, and no one spoke for a long time.

It wasn't until a moment later that Fu Zhihuan raised the corners of his lips, a face that was usually cold and angular, but now softened.

He asked, "Would you like to talk to me?"

"You!"

However, she was in no hurry to leave.

Wen Ruan held back for a while, then turned her head back to look at Fu Zhihuan, with a little arrogance in her tone: "Okay, seeing that you behaved well just now, I will terminate the relationship with you in advance. Cold War activity."

For the sake of making Simon happy, just reluctantly forgive him.

Fu Zhihuan smiled: "Okay."

Finally, this Cold War event, which lasted less than an hour, finally ended.

Jiang Zishen held the Iron Man model, his thoughts were surging—

Adults are complicated.

According to the plan, Wen Ruan is going to take Jiang Zi to sink the pirate ship along the garden route.

Although the pirate ship is not a very high item in the amusement park, for Wen Ruan, there is still a little bit of fear.

But before she took a few steps forward, Wen Ruan noticed that from the place where the balloon was just played, a pair of young looking girls had been following him.

To be precise, following Fu Zhihuan.

The two of them never put down their mobile phones, and pointed the camera in the direction of Fu Zhihuan—

"I only took a small part of the balloon."

"It's okay, post it a few more times and it will definitely become popular."

It seems that I want to post it on some short video platforms to earn attention.

Wen Ruan felt a little irritable.

So she stopped abruptly, then turned around without a word and walked to a stall selling accessories not far away, picked a black baseball cap, and scanned the QR code to pay in one go.

Fu Zhihuan noticed Wen Ruan's movements, turned back and walked to her side, and asked, "What are you doing?"

Wen Ruan didn't answer, but turned around and stood on tiptoe, raised his hand and put the black baseball cap on Fu Zhihuan's head.

"Here, here you go!"

Fu Zhihuan was stunned for a moment, then calmly raised his eyes, reached out to adjust the brim of his hat, but did not take it off: "Why?"

"Birthday, birthday present."

Wen Ruan guiltily looked away, and casually gave a reason.

"My birthday is in October." Fu Zhihuan said lightly.

Wen Ruan nodded vigorously, pretending to be calm: "So I delivered it ahead of time! Have fun!"

Fu Zhihuan didn't answer immediately, he just lowered his eyes, and Wen Ruan's figure was clearly reflected in his dark eyes.

The black baseball cap on his head did not look abrupt, on the contrary, it gave off an inexplicable ruffian look.

Wen Ruan felt guilty by him.

But it took about half a minute before I heard Fu Zhihuan let out an imperceptibly low laugh from his chest.

He raised his hand, buttoned his hat down, and said in a low voice, "Well, thank you."

Jiang Zishen stood a meter away, holding a model of Iron Man in his hand, looking at the man and woman not far away, his eyelids were drooping, and the word "mourning" was written all over his body.

Aren't these two here to play with me?

At this moment, I suddenly heard an announcement from the amusement park radio station—

"Good morning, all tourists, the Moon Picking Tower in this park has been opened. Interested tourists can go to line up. I wish you a happy visit."

The Moon Picking Tower is a feature of this amusement park.

This tower is very beautiful and exquisite in appearance, with about 20 floors high, but only the top floor is open to tourists.

It is worth mentioning that the floor tiles and walls on the top floor are completely transparent. It is said that in order to let every tourist experience the feeling of walking in the clouds, it is also named the Moon Picking Tower.

Jiang Zishen's eyes suddenly lit up, he pulled Wen Ruan's sleeve and pointed in the direction of Picking Moon Pagoda: "Sister Wen Ruan! I want to see it!"

“…”

Wen Ruan fell silent.

Indeed, the Moon Picking Tower looks beautiful and the design is very clever.

But for those with a fear of heights, this is like a death sentence.

So Wen Ruan thought about it, bent down, and prepared to find a way to take Jiang Zishen to play elsewhere.

But before she could speak, she glanced at the shining light in the eyes of the child in front of her—

"I heard from my classmates that if I make a wish at the highest position of the Moon Picking Tower, my dream will come true! I used to want to have a relationship with my father..."

When he said this, Jiang Zishen's eyes dimmed, but he quickly raised his face and changed his words: "I originally wanted to come with my father, but my father is always busy. No, so today I want to go with my brother and sister!"

Wen Ruan looked at Jiang Zishen's excited expression, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and then swallowed everything she was about to say.

She laughed, then rubbed Jiang Zishen's head, straightened up, and held out her hand to him: "Let's go, let's go together."

Wen Ruan stood in the elevator, watching the red floor prompt rising, her heart seemed to be suspended.

She is panicking now.

Even if I haven't reached the top level, I feel that my legs are starting to soften and I can't exert any strength, and my whole body is as uncomfortable as being stabbed by needles.

She took a deep breath, trying to self-regulate.

The people around were talking, Jiang Zishen looked around curiously with a pair of round eyes, looking very excited and happy.

Are children not afraid of heights?

Wen Ruan felt so flustered that she even wanted to close her eyes and squat down and never get up again.

After the fifteenth floor, everything around became transparent.

This is the remodeled design of the Moon Picking Tower. In order to give guests a better experience, the elevator adopts transparent walls.

In the transparent area after the fifteenth floor, you can stand in the elevator and watch the sky to enjoy the slow ascent.

There were bursts of exclamations around, and everyone looked very happy.

Wen Ruan felt that her heart was in her throat in an instant, she clenched her fists, lowered her head, and only stared at a small area under her feet, her mind blank.

At this moment, she felt a heavy weight on her head, and a shadow suddenly fell in front of her.

"Put it on."

Fu Zhihuan took off his hat, put his backhand on Wen Ruan's head, and lowered the brim for her.

He frowned, and his tone was a little displeased: "Reject Simon if you are afraid of heights."

Wen Ruan was stunned.

I don't know why, the moment I heard Fu Zhihuan's voice, the whole body that had become cold just now seemed to suddenly start to warm.

She pursed her lips, reached out to support her hat, and said softly, "But Simon looks very happy, right?"

Fu Zhihuan turned his head and his eyes fell deeply on Wen Ruan.

His eyes darkened, then turned his head back without saying a word and looked forward. After a long time, he said, "Close your eyes."

"But..."

"Tighten."

The author has something to say: There was an earthquake in Wuhan today.

I was in the middle of the evening self-study, and I was caught off guard by the teacher's notice that the get out of class could be dismissed early because of the earthquake.

So all the students rushed downstairs and rushed to the playground.

I also went downstairs very quickly, rushed to the cafeteria, and ate spicy hot pot.

I was first!

I ordered twenty-three pieces of spicy hot pot!

Spicy!

Delicious!

PS harm because although I feel the shock, but there is no major problem, it is not recommended to imitate, I have been criticized by education.

Hope the baby of the epicenter is all right!

This one sends 99 red envelopes!

Thanks to the little angel who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-2523:37:09~2019-12-2623:36:52~

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 5 bottles of Shang Ling; 2 bottles of fruit tea;

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