Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Although Fu Zhihuan retracted his hand, Wen Ruan's back shoulder was lightly resting on his chest due to the inertia of just staggering a few steps.

The hot temperature spread from the junction where the two skins touched, burning Wen Ruan's cheeks slightly red.

Damn.

This deadly hormone.

"Are you standing?"

"!"

Of course not.

Wen Ruan raised her head and looked at Fu Zhihuan, her eyes were watery, and she looked like she was enduring the pain, and by the way, she pretended to be limping and said, "...the foot seems to be twisted. I can't stand at all. !"

Fu Zhihuan frowned subtly and imperceptibly: "Really?"

Wen Ruan nodded like a rattle: "Yes, it hurts so much."

The traffickers on the side noticed that the situation was not good, so they looked at each other, and then stood up with a pat on the buttocks, ready to sneak away.

Wen Ruan sharply captured their movements with his peripheral vision.

Want to run?

How could it make you run?

She put away the tender and aggrieved expression on her face, straightened her back, took two quick steps forward, and grabbed the corner of the clothes of the trafficker closest to her .

Then mercilessly kicked his tailbone.

Crunch

The sound of a sprained joint resounded very clearly.

The onlookers hissed in unison.

It hurts to look at.

sentence:

"Run what!"

"Who are you calling a high school student!"

"Who steals tuition and goes out to play!"

"Who the **** takes the train to meet the boyfriend who is dating online!"

"Ruin my name!"

"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!"

“…”

Halfway through the scolding, Wen Ruan suddenly felt that a cold gaze swept across her back, like a knife stuck to her back.

Wen Ruan turned her head stiffly.

Fu Zhihuan put his hands in his pockets and stood lazily against the column. The words "I see how you act" were written in big letters on his face, and then his eyes passed over Wen Ruan's ankles with some playfulness.

Sprained foot?

"..." Wen Ruan was in despair.

Passers-by have long since called the police, and enthusiastic people helped to block the remaining two accomplices who were fleeing.

After the police arrived, they packed the three traffickers into the car, and took Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan to the police station to take notes.

A policeman finished the scene investigation. When he looked up, he saw Fu Zhihuan beside him.

Fu Zhihuan fastened the cuff that he had just loosened, and nodded lightly: "Mm."

Someone asked, "Hey, Xiao Li, do you know this guy?"

The little policeman nodded, laughed, and his tone rose slightly: "Have you never heard of it? This is the youngest prosecutor in our Jiangcheng Procuratorate."

Prosecutor?

Wen Ruan turned to look at Fu Zhihuan.

And the surname is Fu, is it possible...

After Fu Zhihuan got into the car, Wen Ruan pulled the sleeve of the policeman just now and asked in a low voice, "The Mr. Fu you're talking about...is it Fu Lu?"

She remembered that her cheap fiancé was by this name.

The little policeman was at a loss: "Who is Fu Lu? The name of Mr. Fu just now is Fu Zhihuan."

Whew.

Wen Ruan breathed a sigh of relief.

Thankfully not!

How could Fu Ershao have half A of this handsome boy with explosive pheromone!

In the police car.

The car drove for about five minutes.

The atmosphere was surprisingly quiet.

Wen Ruan sat in the back seat of the car with an obedient face, put her hands on her knees, and occasionally took a peek at the big Buddha next to her.

But Fu Zhihuan didn't seem to pay attention to Wen Ruan at all.

He frowned slightly at this moment, raised his left hand, and lightly pinched his brow bone. Looking intently at the contents of the iPad at hand, it looks like it should be a work-related file.

The phone vibrates—

【Fu Mingheng】: Zhihuan, I heard that last night the eldest lady of the Wen family, your fiancee, packed up and ran away, 80% of the time because of her engagement to you.

【Fu Mingheng】: It seems that you really make people angry.

Fu Zhihuan glanced at the text message, his eyelids twitched, then his eyes turned slightly, and his eyes swept over Wen Ruan beside him.

Then, it happened to meet her line of sight.

Wen Ruan, like a little rabbit who was peeking at the captured bag, sat up straight and turned her head in panic, and by the way, she coughed calmly.

“…”

Fu Zhihuan booked a train ticket to rush back to Jiangcheng because he had official business tomorrow. But he didn't expect that when he got out of the car, he ran into his titular fiancee.

It turned out that she ran away from home.

And according to the reaction, she doesn't know herself yet.

[Fu Zhihuan]: Well, I know.

[Fu Mingheng]: But I guess she will run home after a few hardships outside.

Fu Zhihuan glanced at Fu Mingheng's information.

He is not too concerned about this matter, because no matter what the attitude of the family is, the dissolution of the marriage contract is beyond doubt for him.

In Fu Zhihuan's plan, there was no task of playing with a squeamish young lady.

After the police station record is completed, the two will not be involved too much.

Wen Ruan next to her was panicked.

This may be one of the few bottlenecks she has encountered in her life.

And Wen Ruan, as a woman of the era who is full of romance novels, has no way of starting her own strategy plan.

Especially if you're pretending to be weak and exposed.

Just when Wen Ruan was at a loss, he suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan answering a phone call beside him.

Although she couldn't hear what was being said on the other end of the receiver, she was still able to capture the content from Fu Zhihuan's answer very clearly.

"Well, back."

"Go back tomorrow. I'll go to the police station later. Are you on duty today?"

"It's okay, not a big problem."

—It should be talking about going to the police station.

"I'm choosing, I'm asking for more details, mainly to take care of Simon. You can include room and board, provided you can't go to the room on the second floor."

"Okay, please pay more attention to me about the domestic work."

—It seems to be looking for a babysitter.

Wen Ruan pricked up her ears, and in order to be able to hear easily, she moved a little bit closer to Fu Zhihuan, leaned her head over, and tried to eavesdrop without leaving a trace.

Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and keenly captured Wen Ruan's very obvious little movement. He raised his eyebrows lightly, but did not reveal it.

At this moment, the driver suddenly braked.

Wen Ruan had leaned her head towards Fu Zhihuan, but now due to inertia, her whole body rushed to the side, and her forehead was about to hit the glass window.

pop

Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and held Wen Ruan's forehead, allowing her to find the center of gravity.

.

Wen Ruan's young girl's heart was suddenly smashed.

This brother is amazing!

She thought about it.

Jiangcheng's rental properties are very difficult to filter, and I can't come out in time, and I haven't done any consultation in this regard in advance.

Although it is said that she can live in Qin Sushan's house, she was originally a migrant worker and rented a small rental house.

It bothers her so much... I'm sorry.

So Wen Ruan quickly straightened up, looked up at Fu Zhihuan's eyes, and asked sincerely, "Are you looking for a nanny?"

Fu Zhihuan is indeed looking for a domestic worker.

Recently, a friend of his had an accident while working, and he was still lying in the intensive care unit of the hospital.

This friend is a single father with a five-year-old son.

None of the other relatives wanted to take over to take care of the child, worried that if one could not wake up, the child would stay at home.

So, Fu Zhihuan was going to take the child back to take care of him for a period of time.

However, as a prosecutor, he was busy with work, and it was almost late at night when he came home. Worrying about the neglect of the children, I thought of asking a nanny to help.

But—

What tricks does this lady want to play?

"That's a coincidence."

Wen Ruan's tone was sincere, and the lies came when she opened her mouth: "To tell the truth, I have been a part-time domestic worker for three years and have a very rich experience. I can absolutely meet your requirements. Just let me stay at your house and rent, and I will pay the rent!"

“You can write on the rental contract that the housework will be borne by me, I have absolutely no complaints!”

“…”

This paragraph is so smooth that it doesn't even tie a knot.

Have a great resume?

Are you honest?

Have been a domestic worker for three years?

Fu Zhihuan glanced at the young lady in front of her who grew up with a golden spoon in her hand, and the servants in the house could fill one floor.

“…”

It's pretty good.

This sentence stopped Wen Ruan's question, and she thought about it.

Yes, after all, normal people now go to a regular housekeeping company to bring an excellent employee home, how could they just pick one up on the road.

Wen Ruan racked her brains and decided to make up a tragic life experience for herself.

& nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; & nbsp; "Woohoo, I can't help it, my family is very poor and poor, the family is squeezed in the home of twenty square meters. There are two younger brothers and sisters who have just attended elementary school. Mom has bad legs and feet, and the whole family is counting on me to go out to work."

"I came to Jiangcheng alone to work hard, with no money and no support, if it wasn't for you to help me, I would even be abducted by human traffickers! Besides, I have never been deeply involved in the world and have a simple mind, not to mention that I have grown up since childhood. I'm frail and sick, and I'm completely helpless if I encounter bad people!!"

Excellent speech.

In addition, Wen Ruan had a bit of a cry, and there was a bit of aggrieved tone under his tears. She coughed a few times from time to time, as if she wanted to confirm the fact that she was frail and sickly.

“…”

A performance with great attention to detail.

Fu Zhihuan slowly put away the ipad in his hand, then lifted his eyes and looked at Wen Ruan without a single glance.

Then, she turned her eyes away and swept her surroundings lightly.

"Hermes red limited luggage."

"Gucci Silk Shirt Spring Special."

"LV Dauphine tote."

“…” He is very sharp.

But Wen Ruan had already thought of a countermeasure.

"This suitcase is a cheap imitation I bought from a wholesale market near my house! This shirt is a parallel fabric I bought after haggling with the boss at the next mall, and it is also a fake And this bag..."

Wen Ruan glanced at his handbag, was silent for a moment, then raised his head, looked into Fu Zhihuan's eyes, and said fearlessly: "It was after I found someone to haggle on the night of the fight. , bought it for a dollar and five."

"Girls, of course they have vanity! But this does not prevent me from thinking that counterfeit products should be boycotted. I feel very disgusting for my behavior of buying fake products! So I will definitely work hard Trying to change the future! But there is no foothold now, which will blow my hard-working heart!"

Very impeccable speech.

Even the two little policemen who were driving in front of her quietly heard these words and were quite moved by this girl full of enthusiasm for work.

Fu Zhihuan was also moved: "Reject."

Continue?

The author has something to say: Don't go home with strangers.

Thanks to the little angel who threw the rocket launcher: one scorpion, one in the same boat to overcome difficulties and one;

Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: 1 Qianqianqianqianxue;

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: econia1 bottle;

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