Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

When Wen Ruan chased out, he could only see Fu Zhihuan's straight back.

He walked steadily, clearly hearing the footsteps of the people behind him, but without a moment's pause, he continued to walk forward.

"Hey, wait a minute! Don't we go back together? Don't go so fast!"

Wen Ruan thought Xie Yanchi several hundred times in her heart, but in a hurry, she didn't notice that there was still a step in front of her.

Although it is only the height of one step, Wen Ruan can still feel the pain in his ankles, which is more intense after a while.

Wen Ruan puffed out her cheeks, squeezed out a few tears, deliberately pinched her aggrieved tone and said loudly: "Wuwuwu, it hurts so much!"

Hearing this cry, Fu Zhihuan's steps obviously paused and his head turned slightly.

Wen Ruan's eyes lit up.

Softhearted!

But Fu Zhihuan did not turn his head back in the end, but after a short pause, he looked straight ahead and walked straight forward.

Wen Ruan's mood suddenly fell to the bottom, her eyelids drooped, and the pupils that were usually bright were now dull.

She raised her hand lowly, looked at the scratch on her palm, and took a few breaths to blow off the dust and stones on it.

The pain of the sprain, the sadness of being deceived by Xie Yanchi of 200,000 yuan, and the loss of being left by Fu Zhihuan were mixed together, making Wen Ruan's mood suddenly drop to freezing point.

Wen Ruan lowered her head and looked aggrievedly at the bulge at her ankles, and sniffled.

Fu Zhihuan is a cheapskate.

Someone left!

Not at all considerate!

I also lost 200,000 for him!

Don't like him anymore, move out tomorrow!

While Wen Ruan was muttering in her heart to vent her small temper, she suddenly heard footsteps from far to near, and then a black shadow hung over her head.

Wen Ruan was stunned and raised her head.

She collided with Fu Zhihuan's eyes, the cicadas and the breeze around her seemed to be stopped at this moment, as if every second was dragged for an extremely long time.

Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, his thin lips pursed tightly, and his dark eyes were full of displeasure.

Neither of them spoke, until after a long time, Wen Ruan took a deep breath, folded his waist and prepared to ask, "You just..."

The next second, all her questions were interrupted by the movements of the person in front of her.

Fu Zhihuan took off his coat and put it on his arm, and then hit Wen Ruan horizontally. His eyebrows were slightly pressed, but his movements were smooth and indistinguishable.

It just rained tonight, and although it has stopped now, there is still some damp air-conditioning in the air.

Wen Ruan wore less clothes. When she first came out, she felt that she was chilled by the wind all over her body.

But at this moment, it seemed to be surrounded by a stream of heat, and even her cheeks were burning red.

She noticed that when Fu Zhihuan picked himself up, he put his coat on his arms to avoid direct contact between the ambiguous parts of the limbs.

…Why is this man always so foul.

Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, turned her head away from Fu Zhihuan's face, and said nothing.

Then give him a chance.

Retract the "never like him again" sentence.

Like him a little more.

Fu Zhihuan put Wen Ruan down gently on the back seat of the car, then closed the door, returned to the driver's seat, and started the car.

All the way, silent.

It wasn't until she was distracted that she wanted to look at the scenery outside the window to change her mood, and then she realized that Fu Zhihuan drove this way, and it seemed that it was not the direction to return to the apartment.

"Hey."

Wen Ruan subconsciously straightened up and asked softly, "Aren't you going back to the apartment?"

Fu Zhihuan: "Go to the clinic."

"That's it."

Wen Ruan would feel sorry, she leaned back on the car seat again, and then she reacted with hindsight...

Fu Zhihuan seems to be caring about himself, right?

The discovery seemed to suddenly pluck a string in her mind.

Does the rounding mean that Fu Zhihuan is a little concerned about himself?

In addition, he had so much resistance to Xie Yanchi just now, shouldn't he—

Are you jealous?

You must be jealous!

Wen Ruan, who had been depressed just now, suddenly cheered up because of her little discovery.

Finally, she couldn't help but asked, "Why were you suddenly angry just now?"

This coincides with a red light.

Fu Zhihuan put his hand on the steering wheel casually. Hearing Wen Ruan's question, he was silent for a long time without answering.

Wen Ruan raised her eyes and quietly glanced at Fu Zhihuan's face from the rearview mirror, trying to read something.

But the result is obvious, nothing.

After a long time, Wen Ruan heard the indifferent male voice—

"I don't like meddling in other people's feelings, that's all."

Maybe Fu Zhihuan's tone was too indifferent, it sounded as if all his emotions and dissatisfaction were really because of "that's all".

She couldn't tell whether Fu Zhihuan told the truth or whether he pretended to be calm and lied.

Mutual ambiguous emotions are the most annoying.

Every day, you have to guess whether the person you like likes you the same, and then feel lost or elated because of a little response.

The nearest clinic will arrive soon.

The place is small, but it looks very clean and bright.

At this point, only an old doctor in a white coat was on duty. After seeing Wen Ruan coming, he simply asked about the situation, then got up and went to the pharmacy to get medicine, and by the way ordered: "Put your shoes on. Take it off, revealing the location of the wound."

Wen Ruan did as she was told, she leaned over and took off her shoes, then put her calf on the bench in front of her, then bent over, stretched out her hand and gently lifted up her skirt, an inch by inch up.

Fu Zhihuan frowned, then turned his head silently, turned to lift the curtain, left the clinic, and stopped at the door.

Fu Zhihuan felt that his throat was inexplicably itchy, he coughed, then frowned distractedly, took out a cigarette case from his pocket, and lit one of them.

The heart that has been restless since just now has finally calmed down.

He began to recall Wen Ruan's problem.

In fact, that answer is not entirely a lie, he is indeed a person who does not like to interfere in other people's emotional conflicts.

But it doesn't stop there.

Fu Zhihuan's emotions were indeed ignited by the words "ex-boyfriend".

It wasn't until that moment that he realized that he was treating Wen Ruan with more than the simple emotion of "pay attention to more".

It was a more unusual and paranoid emotion—

Possessive.

But what is his position?

Wen Ruan was bored in the consultation room for a while, and saw that he didn't wait for Fu Zhihuan to come in, then he tilted his head and started to brush his phone.

The Dongyang Lake drowning case that broke out this afternoon has not lost its popularity until now, but has spread more and more widely, and even many bloggers are analyzing the case at length.

Photos and Weibo of the deceased were also picked up.

Most netizens took different positions after knowing the ins and outs of the incident.

Some people think that any sinful people should be punished by the law, and a small number of people find it very satisfying.

Up to now, Wen Ruan, although he understands what happened, has not seen the appearance of the deceased.

So she clicked on a photo and took a look—

etc.

Wen Ruan's pupils shrank suddenly.

This person has seen it himself.

She frowned, rummaging through the "informed" remarks compiled by some bloggers.

Sure enough, some of Lu Kechen’s former classmates also came out and posted—

"In those days, there was actually a small group composed of Gu Chencheng and another person named Xu Binrui, who specially brought a group of gangsters to Lei Fat to bully other students. Lu Kechen and Qin Wan both He was treated badly. In that case, I actually thought that Lu Ke and Chen Bacheng was a scapegoat, and he was really pitiful."

Wen Ruan clenched her fists, then subconsciously wanted to stand up to find Fu Zhihuan.

But before she stood up, the old doctor came in with a medicine tray: "Sit down quickly, if you're injured, you can move around."

Wen Ruan: "But..."

"But what?"

The old doctor frowned, sat in front of Wen Ruan without any explanation, and began to remove the cotton swab: "I know you young people don't like seeing doctors, but your body is your own, although only It's sprained, but it can't be dragged. If you have anything to do, wait until I wrap the wound for you!"

At this moment, Fu Zhihuan opened the curtain and walked in: "What's wrong?"

"Fu Zhihuan, I have new clues about Lu Kechen." Wen Ruan's tone was a little anxious.

Intuition tells her that if the murderer is really Lu Kechen, then his target should not be just one person.

Wen Ruan thinks that Lu Kechen will definitely do it for the second time, but the time is uncertain, it may be a long time later, or it may be today.

"So now, take care of your injury first."

Wen Ruan was stunned when he heard the words, suppressed the emotion just now, then responded and turned his head.

"Be patient."

The old doctor applied iodine to her wound.

But Wen Ruan didn't frown, only after a long time did she suddenly ask: "Do you think Lu Kechen will find his way back?"

"No."

"Why?"

"Because this is not a lost way for him." Fu Zhihuan said calmly: "He knows exactly what he is doing."

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes.

She noticed Fu Zhihuan's attitude.

Very calm attitude.

But it wasn't just because of the obvious calmness in anticipation of Lu Kechen's plan.

When he commented on Lu Kechen's behavior, he did not take any other emotions.

As a pity from a public perspective, as a rebuke from a prosecutor's perspective, none of these.

He was too calm.

It was so calm that it seemed that even if Lu Kechen killed the second person, it would be completely unimportant to him.

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