Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The sound of sirens surrounds the street.

Soon, this route was blocked, ambulance crews went up and down, and the crowd was cleared by the police.

Although it was too late, Zhao Zichen reacted quickly at that time. The impact was unavoidable, but the danger was minimized.

Fu Zhihuan, who was sitting in the passenger seat, fell into a coma because the collision point was the closest. Zhao Zichen and Peng Mengyin in the back seat were only slightly injured, and there was nothing serious.

"Officer Zhao, don't worry, go to the hospital with us first to check the situation." The ambulance staff advised.

Zhao Zichen pursed his thin lips and watched Fu Zhihuan, who was unconscious, get on the stretcher, then walked up to the police officer and said, "Be sure to find out the black car, running a red light and suddenly shifting gears, It was clearly purposeful."

"Fu Jian told me before he passed out that it might be related to the case he was in the process of before. So it's better not to treat this as a traffic accident, understand ?"

Fu Zhihuan still had a brief sobriety after the car accident.

This car accident should not be an ordinary traffic accident, it is very likely that it was deliberately aimed at myself. And it's easy to think of the lady who tried illegally to get herself out of prosecution not long ago.

So Fu Zhihuan repeatedly told Zhao Zichen that the police must not treat this incident as a simple traffic accident.

After explaining this, Zhao Zichen and Peng Mengyin were also taken to the hospital.

The injuries of both of them are not serious. After a simple inspection and bandaging, they are no longer in serious condition.

About ten o'clock in the evening, the doctor's diagnosis of Fu Zhihuan's condition has also come down: "The injury of the injured person is not serious, there will be no danger to life, and there will be no sequelae, only However, it will take some time to stay in the hospital for observation.”

Zhao Zichen breathed a sigh of relief. He straightened up, picked up the car key beside him, and said to Peng Mengyin who was waiting by his side, "Little Junior Sister, I'll take you back."

Peng Mengyin said, "Do you need me to stay and take care of Prosecutor Fu?"

Zhao Zichen: "It's fine, I'll come back and watch him after I've sent you off."

Peng Mengyin heard Zhao Zichen say this, did not refute, and left the hospital behind him.

At ten o'clock in the evening, the streets became quiet.

Zhao Zichen plans to go to Fu Zhihuan's house to pack up his personal belongings and bring them to the hospital according to the distance and distance, and by the way, notify the little girl of the old Fu's house, and then send Peng Mengyin home.

The car approached the entrance of Mingchen Garden, but was suddenly stopped.

The security guard glanced at the unfamiliar license plate and said, "Cars without a pass cannot enter."

Fu Zhihuan's family lives in a high-end apartment, and all vehicles must have a pass.

But Fu Zhihuan's car was damaged, and Zhao Zichen's own car didn't come. Now he borrowed the car from a friend who lives near the hospital, so of course he didn't have a pass.

Zhao Zichen rolled down the car window: "Comrade, I'll go in and get something and come out."

The security guard shook his head: "I'm sorry, this is our rule. Cars without a pass cannot enter."

Peng Mengyin, who was sitting in the back seat, was silent for a while, and then suddenly said: "Mr. Zhao, if you have something for me to pick up, you can drive the car and wait for me outside, It saves time.”

It is really a waste of time to go back and forth, Zhao Zichen thought for a while, then nodded: "Well, Fu Zhihuan lives in a little girl named Wen Ruan, and I don't have her contact information here. You will tell her about the old man's situation, and then ask her to bring some of the old man's daily necessities. "

Peng Mengyin nodded, took the key in Zhao Zichen's hand, got out of the car, registered and walked into the community.

Zhao Zichen watched Peng Mengyin walk in, then found a place to park, rolled down the window, and lit a cigarette.

Who is so hostile to the old master?

And…

There is something Zhao Zichen can't figure out.

Today the black car hit the passenger seat with great precision.

But Fu Zhihuan was sitting in the passenger seat, obviously it was something no one could have expected?

10:30 PM.

Wen Ruan drooped her eyelids and yawned, her state of mind looked sullen.

The earl seemed to be aware of her low mood, and obediently nestled beside her, rubbing Wen Ruan's leg with his fluffy tail, as if to comfort him.

Wen Ruan was sitting on the sofa, hugging her knees and dropping her eyes.

The rice was overheated several times, and the news was sent out like a rock sinking into the sea, and there was no response.

She couldn't contact Fu Zhihuan at all.

It was also at this time that Wen Ruan suddenly realized that he knew nothing about him.

And just when her emotions were about to reach freezing point, she suddenly heard the sound of the key turning.

Wen Ruan heard the faint sound, her dim eyes suddenly lit up, and the haze just now seemed to be swept away.

She put her legs down and stood up from the sofa and walked towards the door.

Although I feel a little aggrieved and angry.

But if this dog man waited and explained it to himself, maybe he could barely forgive him.

Wen Ruan was even thinking in his heart, whether he can eat a meal that has been reheated four or five times.

The door was slowly opened—

Wen Ruan: "Why are you just now..."

Halfway through the words, she stopped abruptly.

A woman stood at the door.

Woman with long wavy hair and a protruding figure in a work uniform.

Peng Mengyin looked Wen Ruan up and down, then smiled, and her tone sounded gentle: "Are you Miss Wen Ruan?"

Wen Ruan recovered and nodded lightly.

Peng Mengyin lowered his eyes and said lightly, "I'll get Mr. Fu's daily necessities, is it convenient for me to go in?"

Hearing this, Wen Ruan's eyes trembled slightly.

Girls are always extra sensitive.

It was as if there were thousands of thin needles stuck in her heart repeatedly, making her feel dull pain and discomfort.

She lowered her eyes and saw the key in Peng Mengyin's hand at a glance.

At this moment, it is in the hands of Peng Mengyin.

Wen Ruan didn't speak, just turned to the side to make way for Peng Mengyin.

Peng Mengyin smiled and said thank you, then looked up at the furnishings in Fu Zhihuan's house and said, "Are you the tenant of Mr. Fu's house?"

"Hmm."

Tenant.

These two words seem to be like a chasm across the top, dousing all the sprouting ambiguity before.

Peng Mengyin's tone was soft and casual, and every sentence sounded generous and easy-going.

She walked into Fu Zhihuan's bedroom, and while packing her things, she chatted with Wen Ruan, "Mr. It's actually quite patient."

Wen Ruan raised her eyes and said nothing. After a long time, she suddenly asked, "Where did Fu Zhihuan go?"

"It's best to wait for Mr. Fu to tell you about this."

Peng Mengyin shook her head with a low smile, she packed Fu Zhihuan's things, then stood up and walked in front of Wen Ruan: "Miss Wen doesn't have to wait for Mr. Fu to come back, do her own thing earlier More things."

When Wen Ruan heard this, she raised her eyes and looked at Peng Mengyin in front of her.

Peng Mengyin smiled, the tone of every sentence sounded very gentle, but it seemed that every word had a special meaning.

Peng Mengyin: "I don't understand what you mean."

Wen Ruan: "I mean, you are here to pack up, not to talk to me."

Peng Mengyin pursed her lips and chuckled when she heard this, then bowed her head and apologized: "I'm sorry, I didn't think carefully, then I'll go first, Miss Wen has a rest early."

After speaking, turn around and leave.

The door closed gently.

Wen Ruan stood in the huge house and didn't move for a long time.

She squatted down, buried her head in her knees, took a deep breath after a long time, took out her phone again, and opened the dialog with Fu Zhihuan.

On the interface, there are still only messages sent by myself.

Wen Ruan suddenly felt some unreasonable grievances.

But I can't think of my wronged position for a while.

She suddenly remembered the Tao Xun she saw last night, and suddenly realized that no matter it was just now or last night, even though she really, really wanted to know the answer.

There is no position to ask "who is that person?".

Wen Ruan suddenly felt really tired of chasing someone so hard.

It's like pinning all of my emotions on others. I will be happy for a little thing, and I will feel sad and painful for some things.

Stop loss in time.

Wen Ruan took a deep breath and called Xie Yanchi.

Wen Ruan's voice was a little hoarse: "1201, Building 13, Mingchen Garden, come pick me up now."

Xie Yanchi was stunned, he frowned, stood up, and looked for a quiet place: "Are you okay?"

"It's fine."

Wen Ruan cleared her throat, but her voice still trembled uncontrollably: "I'll go to your place to stay for a few days."

"Complete."

Xie Yanchi hung up the phone, frowning.

After a while, he lowered his head and sent a message to the person—"Check what's going on with Fu Lu?"

The elevator doors open.

Peng Mengyin did not rush out to find Zhao Zichen, she turned her head and looked upstairs, then smiled softly, leaning against the door of the unit building, took out from her pocket A cigarette, lit.

She lowered her eyes, glanced at the clothes she was carrying, frowned, her expression a little cold.

It’s a great fate, Fu Lu.

The cigarette at Peng Mengyin's fingertips was half burnt, then wrung out a little irritably and threw it into the trash. Then he took out a box of chewing gum from his pocket, poured two of them into his mouth, and then continued to walk towards the gate of the community.

As soon as I left the gate of the community, I saw Zhao Zichen.

Peng Mengyin said hello: "Brother, I'm here."

Zhao Zichen looked back and didn't see Wen Ruan, so he frowned: "Wen Ruan didn't come?"

"She fell asleep and I didn't wake her up."

Peng Mengyin smiled helplessly, then handed the thing in his hand to Zhao Zichen, opened the car door and got into the car: "Otherwise, we should wait for Mr. Fu to wake up before talking to her? It will be very sad for a child to know that someone they love has an accident."

Zhao Zichen thought about the same thing, so he didn't ask any more: "Sure, then I'll take you back first."

"Well, thank you, brother."

Continue to double update tomorrow.

The author, who had a premonition that he would be scolded, quickly fled the crime scene.