Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

The follow-up steps in handling Peng Mengyin's case are very complicated.

But considering that it was too late, after simply dealing with Wen Ruan's injury and asking her to cooperate in making the transcript, Fu Zhihuan asked someone to send her home to rest first.

Peng Mengyin's accomplice is a small black boss, he has a few small money, but basically it is earned by some shady sources. This person has also been in a situation for stabbing people before, and he was prone to impulsiveness and hated the police.

Peng Mengyin is his girlfriend, although he didn't put it on the surface, he still coaxed people into obedience, and from time to time choked and cried about his tragic experience.

This person was originally a straight-headed and somewhat anti-social character. Seeing that the woman he loved was so wronged, after being incited for a few words, he was willing to spend money and effort, and was willing to accompany her to toss.

But everyone can see it.

It is nothing more than planted in the hands of women and used.

After the simple things are done, the clock is running fast.

Fu Zhihuan stayed up all night with the police officer. Although the wound was easily treated, the old injury from the car accident not long ago was torn apart by the fierce fight just now.

In order not to worry Wen Ruan, he didn't say much.

After a night, the wound has also been infected, and it has caused some low-grade fever.

"Don't blame me for ruining the atmosphere just now."

Zhao Zichen bought a bottle of water and handed it to Fu Zhihuan, who was hanging drips, laughed and sat down beside him: "You don't look at your own virtue, I'm afraid you don't know how to behave Make the wound worse."

Fu Zhihuan twisted the water with one hand, too lazy to pay attention to him.

However, Zhao Zichen was talking on his own, with some interest in his tone: "Are you and Wen Ruan sure about the relationship?"

Fu Zhihuan: "Not yet."

Zhao Zichen was disappointed: "Why not yet?"

Fu Zhihuan gave him a cool look: "I was interrupted by you."

“…”

Zhao Zichen touched the back of his head and decided not to mention it.

He leaned on the bench and stretched, and suddenly thought of something: "But you are so virtuous, why don't you tell your family?"

Family.

Hearing this word, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes.

At noon this afternoon, she originally explained her identity to Wen Ruan candidly, but was interrupted by Peng Mengyin.

But luckily, things have been resolved.

Fu Zhihuan glanced at his watch.

This matter can't be delayed any longer. After I go back tonight, I'll make it clear to Wen Ruan.

Zhao Zichen didn't pay attention to Fu Zhihuan's actions, and said to himself: "But I haven't heard you mention family affairs since college, and now you've been friends for so many years, tell me the truth One sentence. Is it because of your special family status?"

"It's similar to the kind of secret service organization that can't tell outsiders, or the underworld family that is protected by the FBI, or..."

Fu Zhihuan had a headache.

So before Zhao Zichen came up with more exaggerated ideas, he interrupted: "The Fu family in Tongshi, have you heard of it?"

Zhao Zichen patted his thigh and said casually, "I heard that, he started out in technology, a stinky rich man who is very rich."

Fu Zhihuan: "Well, I'm the son of this stinky rich man."

Zhao Zichen was silent for a while, then fell back and forth with laughter, and reached out and patted Fu Zhihuan on the back: "It's okay, brother, if you don't want to talk to me about the situation at home, don't talk about it. , don't tell me bad jokes."

These two shots were so powerful that Fu Zhihuan's chest trembled slightly.

However, only Zhao Zichen's voice could be heard in the empty hall.

Seeing that Fu Zhihuan didn't answer for a long time, he was stunned, then turned his head stiffly, and met those ancient well's waveless eyes.

He swallowed: "Brother, you are not kidding me."

Fu Zhihuan spit out a word: "No."

…

Zhao Zichen reacted for a while, then gritted his teeth: "Then you're still **** digging, and I'll invite you to go out and make skewers."

Fu Zhihuan: "Frugal."

“…”

Absolutely.

But why is this family background hidden?

Zhao Zichen held his head for a long time and couldn't figure it out. After a long time, he asked cautiously: "So why are you hiding it from others? Could it be that... someone wants to compete with you for the family property, so you Get out of the house—"

"No."

Fu Zhihuan interrupted Zhao Zichen's thoughts: "My family is harmonious."

Zhao Zichen couldn't understand: "Then why?"

Why?

Fu Zhihuan fell silent and lowered his eyelids.

Do you have to tell Zhao Zichen that he has been unable to let go of a mistake for 20 years. You can only rely on repeated rational justice to maintain the law and punish crimes to fill the emptiness and guilt in your heart.

I never hoped for the future life, and even began to look forward to the day when I would use an extreme way to degenerate myself into a primitive beast and end all this stagnation.

Stay away from your family, just so that if you choose to end this one day, they will not be affected as much as possible.

Or reduce pain.

These words Fu Zhihuan will never say to others in his life.

And now, he doesn't think so anymore.

Because of the future, I have something to look forward to.

No one should live in the past forever.

So Fu Zhihuan laughed and said panickedly: "They want me to inherit the family business and do business."

Zhao Zichen nodded again and again: "En, then."

"I didn't want to, so I ran away from home."

"..." What the hell.

Zhao Zichen gritted his teeth.

This is the way to understand the thinking of rich people for a lifetime.

Zhao Zichen was so angry that he turned his head and leaned down.

He thought about it for a long time, then tentatively asked: "Then rich people like you, are you particularly unfree when it comes to love?"

Fu Zhihuan: "?"

"I read on Weibo that it is said that you must find the right person to marry or something, and no matter how bad it is, it is the beautiful and famous female stars in the entertainment circle. I heard that the rich people nowadays, They all like to make a marriage contract for their son's fiancee."

When Zhao Zichen said this, he became more and more worried: "But Wen Ruan seems to be an ordinary lawyer, will his family..."

Fu Zhihuan interrupted: "No."

"Why?"

"She is the fiancee my parents arranged for me."

…the amount of information is too large.

Zhao Zichen felt a pain in his head.

[Wen Ruan]: I think, after tonight, I may have a boyfriend.

[Qin Sushan]: Are you wearing a cover?

[Wen Ruan]: ? You have some yellow scraps on your mind.

[Qin Sushan]: It's not that your words are too ambiguous.

[Qin Sushan]: Let’s talk about how we took down our Prosecutor Fu.

[Wen Ruan]: You may not believe it.

Then I got hurt. At this time, Fu Zhihuan rushed to the hero to save the beauty and kissed me. Although he is now making a transcript, when he returns, I feel that I will be confessed.

After Wen Ruan typed out such a large paragraph and sent it, the other end did not respond for a long time.

Until three minutes passed, Qin Sushan directly dialed a WeChat call: "I'm convinced, what the **** is your magnificent life?"

Wen Ruan nestled on the sofa and grabbed a pillow: "But you have to help me think about it, if you say Fu Zhihuan confesses to me after he comes back, should I hang him for a while, or agree immediately already."

Speaking of this, she added worriedly: "Does it seem that I am very unreserved by agreeing immediately?"

Qin Sushan was silent for a while: "if it was someone else, I might persuade me to hang on for a while. But you... No, Miss Wen, do you think what you have done during this time can be restrained and reserved Are these two words hanging on it?"

"As long as you are a little more reserved, you won't live in someone else's house right after you get off the train station."

“…”

The exposed Wen Ruan hung up the phone expressionlessly.

But she didn't move for a while, but sat quietly for a few seconds with her phone held up.

In these few short hours, Wen Ruan's mood jumped from a deer at the beginning, to fidgeting and wanting to talk to someone, and finally calmed down, and then exploded into a "bang" fireworks.

In the end, I came back to my senses like waking up from a big dream.

Wen Ruan threw the phone aside, buried her head in the pillow, shrank into a ball, took a deep breath, and then—

"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!"

Wen Ruan rolled on the sofa with the pillow in her arms, and then slowly raised her little head, her face burning red.

Finally, the mood that I had been suppressing all night became colorful at this moment, and I even felt like there were bubbles of pink love all around me.

She can finally be with the person she likes.

Thinking like this, Wen Ruan rolled back excitedly.

Then, I accidentally pressed on something hard, and my back hurt a little.

Wen Ruan hissed softly, stood up on her back, and looked down.

It was the coat that Fu Zhihuan put on the sofa.

Why is the coat so hard?

She frowned, picked it up and put it aside.

At this moment, a small box rolled from the pocket of the jacket and fell crisply to the ground.

What?

Wen Ruan bent down, stretched out her hand and picked up the small box, took a closer look—

Isn't this a ring box?

Wait.

Wen Ruan frowned, realizing that something was wrong.

Why does she feel that this ring box looks so familiar?

Wen Ruan reached out and opened the ring box.

Inside lies a ring quietly.

The style, size, and color make Wen Ruan feel extremely familiar.

She took a deep breath, reached out to pick up the ring, and looked at the words engraved on the inside of the light—

“F&W”

Not running.

This is a pair with the engagement ring I lost earlier!

With such a ***, everything seems to be dissipated like a mist, and it begins to gradually become clear.

Prosecutor Fu.

Live in Jiangcheng.

There is also such a valuable house.

Driving a Porsche 918 Spyder.

Besides the second young master of the Fu family, what other ordinary family can afford such an ancestor?

Wen Ruan clenched the ring tightly in her palm, sneered, and then stood up.

Good, good.

This is not a simple murder.

Wen Ruan took a deep breath and picked up the phone beside him.

The news of Qin Sushan suddenly jumped out—

[Qin Sushan]: Although you hung up my phone, I still wish you to get off the list!

Break out?

Wen Ruan sneered.

Let Fu Zhihuan live with the cat.

[Wen Ruan]: No.

[Wen Ruan]: Sorry, I changed my mind.

[Wen Ruan]: If I **** fall in love with Fu Zhihuan, I will learn how to bark.

[Qin Sushan]:?

After sending this message, Wen Ruan ignored the question mark and called Qin Sushan, who had a whole screen, and backhandedly called Xie Yanchi.

After a few rings, a lazy male voice came from the receiver: "Ancestor, you and Fu Zhihuan again..."

Xie Yanchi didn't say a word after listening to this emotionless tone.

When Wen Ruan is really angry, her entire personal aura and IQ will increase many times, and she is as terrifying as a ruthless female killer.

Wen Ruan sneered: "Now, come pick me up."

Xie Yanchi: "Where are you going?"

Wen Ruan: "Go home and break off the engagement."

The author has something to say: stay up late surprise!

Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 10 bottles of oranges; 4 bottles of Hammer; 3 bottles of cat baby; 2 bottles of fruit tea;

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