Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

On the surveillance video—

Wen Ruan came back around two o'clock in the afternoon, and then busy unpacking the decorations, stepping on a chair and tiptoeing to decorate the room.

Sometimes she is too tired to be lazy, eat a few biscuits on the sofa, and immediately get up to start her own decoration.

Next, Wen Ruan ordered a lot of takeaways and cooked the cooked food close to the meal time. He proudly opened the package and put it on a plate, and then brought it to the table. He also bought a few flower inserts. Decorate in a vase.

Then she began her long wait.

From six until eleven at night.

Sometimes I stand on tiptoe by the window and look down, sometimes I lie on the sofa to make sure to curl up in a ball, sometimes I go to feed the earl cat food by the way , and sometimes reheating the food over and over again.

Fu Zhihuan looked at the surveillance video on the computer screen, his eyes darkened, his fists clenched, and the raised meridians were clearly visible.

Since raising the earl, he has placed a camera in the public area of ​​the home, and the files will be transferred to the notebook in real time.

The little girl waited for him for too long, but she kept trying to stay sleepy.

It was past eleven when Wen Ruan suddenly jumped off the sofa and stood at the entrance.

Then Peng Mengyin walked in.

Fu Zhihuan couldn't hear what the two of them said, but he could clearly see that after Peng Mengyin left, Wen Ruan suddenly squatted down as if he was exhausted, and then rubbed the corners of his eyes and choked. When I got up, my shoulders were shaking slightly.

Very distressed.

It was like a hand tightly clasping his internal organs, which made Fu Zhihuan feel tightness in his chest, and the discomfort and depression gripped his throat, making him almost unable to breathe.

He didn't want to see Wen Ruan cry like this.

Because of myself.

Then, near twelve o'clock, Wen Ruan cleared the suitcase and opened the door again.

The person standing at the door, even in the blurred pixels, Fu Zhihuan can recognize at a glance—

The so-called ex-boyfriend of Wen Ruan who I met not long ago.

Fu Zhihuan watched him reach out to take Wen Ruan's salute, then rubbed her head comfortingly, and the two walked out of the room one after the other.

Watching Wen Ruan stop suddenly, put the key on the shoe cabinet at the door, and turn away.

The room suddenly became quiet.

Only the Earl stood on the spot, walked around the door at the entrance twice, then lay down in a circle, wagging his tail pitifully.

Fu Zhihuan closed his eyes, raised his hand and pressed the top cover of the computer screen, and snapped it tightly.

"Bang-"

A loud noise startled Zhao Zichen, who was peeling oranges with a cat on his waist. He raised his head, glanced at the broken screen, and quickly took the computer away: "My ancestor, You are so angry with other people's computers, isn't it just a little girl's mood, just coax her."

Fu Zhihuan didn't speak, but suddenly bent down weakly, pressed his forehead, his voice was deeply hoarse: "Old Zhao, you go out first and leave me alone for a while. "

Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment, stood there and glanced at Fu Zhihuan, then sighed, turned and walked out the door, feeling overwhelmed for a moment.

Fu Zhihuan had a cold personality since college. At that time, everyone in the dormitory bet that he would like a person in the future.

But I didn't expect that until now, I would end up feeling like this for a little girl.

The room suddenly fell silent.

Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time, then straightened up and pressed his head against the wall.

He raised his hand, his eyes were closed, his arms were on his forehead, and his temples were still beating faintly.

After a long time, Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes, picked up the mobile phone beside him, and called Fu Mingheng.

Fu Mingheng quickly answered the phone: "You finally woke up my ancestors, my parents knew about your car accident and almost booked a flight overnight to tie you back to Tongcheng. Fortunately, I persuaded Stayed. How is it? Are there any major problems? Are there any sequelae? Are there any missing parts…”

"Brother." Fu Zhihuan spoke, his voice terribly hoarse.

Fu Mingheng was stunned: "What's wrong?"

Fu Zhihuan: "Who is Wen Ruan's ex-boyfriend?"

"..." There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

Fu Mingheng took a deep breath: "Fu Zhihuan, you just woke up from the car accident and the first sentence you said to me was about women?"

"Besides, where did the little girl from the Wen family get her ex-boyfriend?"

"As long as she has had a boyfriend, Mr. Wen will not come to our house every day to borrow wine from our father to relieve his worries."

Fu Zhihuan: "?"

What does it mean?

Fu Mingheng compared the surveillance screenshots sent by Fu Zhihuan, and after repeated confirmation, he said firmly: "You were fooled by this man, he is Xie Yanchi, Wen Ruan's cousin. But I advise you Don't provoke him, don't look at this guy as a playboy, but the water is deep, even I don't like him."

“…”

Fu Zhihuan: "Do you have any contact information for Xie Yanchi?"

Fu Mingheng: "Why do you want his contact information?"

Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone, and said helplessly: "He kidnapped my little girl, of course he has to come back."

This party finally changed the atmosphere because of Xie Yanchi's fire.

But no one dared to offend this little ancestor. After playing with him for a while, he naturally disbanded.

At this moment, Xie Yanchi received a call.

is a string of unfamiliar numbers whose names have never been stored.

He half-squinted for a while, seemed to guess something, tilted his head and laughed, and pressed to connect.

"Wen Ruan is with you?"

The terrifying aura and coercion could be heard through the phone.

Xie Yanchi laughed, bent down and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case at the coffee table, put it in his mouth, and set it on fire: "You're here to find me, Fu Lu?"

“…”

Fu Zhihuan seemed to be not surprised that Xie Yanchi guessed his identity, he lowered his eyes, and his voice was light and soft: "I want to pick up the little girl from you."

"I know there was an accident on your side, but it has nothing to do with me. Our family has always cared about outsiders and only protects the short."

Xie Yanchi straightened up, put one hand in his pocket, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood: "Fu Lu, I know your background, including the incident twenty years ago. You He is a person with quite a story, and there are many things that are very important to you, so I want to ask, among these important things, where does my sister rank?"

Every syllable of Xie Yanchi was slightly prolonged, her tone seemed light, but she was very serious: "So, what can I believe you won't make Wen Ruan cry like today?"

There was a long silence over the receiver.

Just as Xie Yanchi chuckled lightly and was about to hang up the phone, he suddenly heard Fu Zhihuan's calm and firm voice over there, every word was low and powerful.

Fu Zhihuan: "She will be ahead of me."

Whenever.

Xie Yanchi was silent for a while, then looked up at the night and tall buildings outside, and hung up the phone.

He turned his head, looked at the closed door behind him, took off the cigarette he was holding, and snuffed it out.

Xie Yanchi knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Opening the door, Wen Ruan yawned and sat on the bed, her eyes slightly red and swollen: "I heard you call someone just now, what do you say? It's so loud."

Xie Yanchi leaned against the door: "About Fu Zhihuan."

Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then turned her body upside down and lay down: "Don't tell me, I don't want to hear it. I've cut off the thread of love and see through the world, love will only interfere with me and make me sluggish. Heartbroken, whoever falls in love is a pig. I don't care who Fu Zhihuan is, he's just a passerby in my vast life."

Xie Yanchi: "Okay, your passerby had a car accident and is lying in the hospital. I heard people say that the situation is serious, and the situation at the scene is very tragic."

Wen Ruan did not speak.

But Xie Yanchi could clearly see that the top of the quilt suddenly tightened and made the creases.

Then, I heard the slightly trembling female voice: "What does it have to do with me, who, who cares about him."

"Complete."

Xie Yan nodded slowly, stretched out her hand calmly, and closed the door: "Then take a rest, and call me if you have anything."

But when he just turned around and took a few steps away, he heard a huge crackling noise and the sound of turning boxes and cabinets from the bedroom.

Xie Yanchi laughed lazily, sat back on the sofa, licked her ears with her pinky finger, then hummed a song and picked up the remote control to turn on the TV.

The next second, the closed bedroom door was suddenly opened.

Wen Ruan had changed into her clothes for going out, grabbed a coat in her hand, walked to Xie Yanchi in three steps and two steps, reached out and grabbed the remote control: "Take me to the hospital , I feel as if I have appendicitis and need to see a doctor now."

Xie Yan gave her a sidelong glance: "It seems that you have appendicitis? Do you want to take you to the hospital where Fu Zhihuan is at to see a doctor?"

Wen Ruan: “…”

Although he said that, Xie Yanchi didn't really care about Wen Ruan, he picked up the car key beside him, stood up and said, "Okay, let's go."

Zhao Zichen was sitting on the corridor and heard the footsteps of high heels. As soon as he looked up, he saw Wen Ruan walking towards him.

His eyes were filled with joy, and he quickly stood up and said, "My ancestor, where did you go just now?"

"How is Fu Zhihuan?" Wen Ruan didn't even catch her breath, her chest was still heaving slightly.

Just now Xie Yanchi hung up the phone with a cold attitude, and Fu Zhihuan probably didn't guess that he would tell Wen Ruan about it tonight.

Zhao Zichen sighed, and then pointed to the computer with the shattered screen on the chair: "You better go in and have a look, this old man is hard-mouthed, in fact, he is more worried than anyone else. you."

Wen Ruan froze, tilted her head, her nose a little sour.

She turned around, stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the ward. As soon as she looked up, she saw Fu Zhihuan lying on the hospital bed with a pale and sickly complexion.

See through the shit.

I was eaten to death by this man.

Wen Ruan sniffed and sat down beside Fu Zhihuan, looking like she was afraid of waking him up.

But as soon as he was seated, Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes as if he had a feeling.

His eyes were full of deep tiredness, but the moment he saw Wen Ruan, he still curled his lips slightly and let out a low smile from his throat.

"Child, why are your eyes red."

The author has something to say: Thank you for your blessings for the twins.

Now Oguri Shun, Kimura Takuya and Chen Kun are fighting at the door, vying for custody of the child, it's really annoying if you can't persuade him.

Wu Lei just learned the news and was on his way to the hospital.

There is one more update tonight, but it will be late. I slept until 4:00 pm today.

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