Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Seeing that the arrogant people were finally taken away by the police, Wen Ruan touched his chin and suddenly realized a truth—

It turns out that if you have money, you can quickly solve so many things!

"Wen Ruan."

Fu Zhihuan stood a meter away, took a step closer to her, and said softly, "I'll take you back."

A subconscious "good" word was subconsciously spoken, but before a single syllable was uttered, Wen Ruan's reaction stopped quickly.

Good risk.

I was almost led astray by this man.

Although he was really doing himself a favor just now, but one code is one code, the previous things cannot be written off.

Wen Ruan raised her head and glanced at Fu Zhihuan who was not far away, then pursed her lower lip, turned around without saying a word, took a few steps forward, and said coldly with a low tone. : "Thank you Fu Ershao, but no need, I can go back by myself."

After speaking, she turned to leave.

At this moment, there was a rapid trotting sound from not far away.

It is Xu Zeming who was just taken away by the police for questioning.

His hair was wet and his chest was heaving slightly from the sprint.

Seeing that Wen Ruan was about to leave, she quickly stretched out her hand and lightly held her wrist: "Wait a minute..."

Wen Ruan was stunned, turned around, glanced at Xu Zeming, and subconsciously wanted to pull away.

Fu Zhihuan was leaning against the wall. Seeing this scene, he narrowed his eyes, straightened up, and shouted, "Hello."

Wen Ruan and Xu Zeming turned their heads in unison.

Fu Zhihuan raised his chin towards Xu Zeming's hand, his voice was very low, there was some imperceptible irritability in his tone, and even his eyes darkened: "Release. "

But Xu Zeming didn't move.

Although he looked like he was in his early twenties, he was extremely stubborn. Hearing this, he just pursed his lips. Although he was slightly shorter than Fu Zhihuan, his neck was in the slightest. Looking back fearlessly.

In the sight of the two, the atmosphere seemed to become cold in an instant.

Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, took a step forward, and repeated in a low voice, "Child, let go of your hand."

"Fuck off."

At this moment, Wen Ruan reacted and interrupted with a clean voice.

She held Xu Zeming's arm, then raised her chin towards Fu Zhihuan, and said in a tone as if she had eaten her: "Why let it go, you have to hold it."

By the way, he turned his head to look at Xu Zeming, raised the volume and commanded: "Hold it! Don't let it go!"

Xu Zeming: “…”

Fu Zhihuan: "…"

Wen Ruan was very angry.

What a joke, why did Fu Zhihuan let go when he said let go.

Is his wrist his private property?

Suddenly, the gunpowder between the two men suddenly turned into a battlefield between Wen Ruan and Fu Zhihuan.

Wen Ruan looked at Fu Zhihuan in front of him angrily, with one hand on his waist, as if he was going to fight him to the end.

However, Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan. Although he was helpless, he seemed to have some inexplicable doting.

“…”

Xu Zeming was silent for a while, then glanced at the two in front of him, and finally broke the atmosphere.

He raised his eyes, his Adam's apple moved slightly, and faintly spit out two words: "Name."

Wen Ruan was stunned: "Huh?"

Xu Zeming said word by word: "I want to know your name and contact information."

Wen Ruan was silent.

Although I have been asked by many people for my contact information since I was a child, the first time I was asked by a boy who looked four or five years younger than me.

And this boy still looks so dull, asking for contact information as serious as an oath.

Wen Ruan didn't like giving people her own contact information, so she pulled the corner of her lips and was about to refuse: "No need..."

And before she finished speaking, she caught it with a keen eye, Fu Zhihuan frowned and shifted his steps, looking a little unhappy.

Looks like she cares about it.

So Wen Ruan took out her mobile phone neatly, clicked on the WeChat QR code and handed it to the boy: "Wen Ruan, the temperature is warm, the Ruan who added one yuan beside the ear, right you. Do you want my QQ, INS and Taobao ID, if you want, I can also give you an Alipay account, and we can chat on the transfer interface."

Fu Zhihuan: "…"

Xu Zeming nodded and wrote a note seriously.

At this moment, there was a sound of footsteps not far away, and then a person in a police uniform could be seen: "Where did that boy go? Why can't he even watch him."

Wen Ruan frowned: "Did you sneak out?"

Xu Zeming didn't speak, just lowered his eyelids, and said after a long time, "Because I'm afraid I won't come to you, and I will never see you again."

Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened, he turned his head and met Xu Zeming's childish but unyielding eyes.

It seems to be deliberately provocative.

Wen Ruan froze.

Have you been told by a little boy just now?

"Hello."

Fu Zhihuan pulled the corner of his lower lip, then leaned down, raised his eyes, his dark eyes locked Xu Zeming's eyes tightly. He chuckled softly, and although there was a little laugh in his tone, he seemed to have an inexplicable coercion: "Brother also helped you, why don't you ask your brother for contact information."

Xu Zeming looked rather calm: "Are you her boyfriend?"

Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened, but he did not speak.

Xu Zeming knew: "If not, then we should be fair competition."

Fu Zhihuan: "You won't have a chance."

Wen Ruan was at a loss.

Xu Zeming looked back at the police, then turned around and took a step: "Then, I'll go first."

Fu Zhihuan: "Let's go."

Xu Zeming didn't speak, just took a few steps forward, then turned around suddenly, looked at Wen Ruan behind him, and said, "Sister."

Wen Ruan: "Huh?"

Xu Zeming said very seriously: "I will come to you."

Wen Ruan was stunned, and before he could react, he saw the boy in front of him turn around and disappeared from sight.

However, Fu Zhihuan commented very inappropriately on the side: "Beware of contact with strangers, and pay attention to safe travel in the future."

Now the person next to him has poured a bucket of cold water into it.

Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, glared at him fiercely, then turned around and walked in the direction of the exit without saying a word.

Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, but did not speak, but just walked quietly and followed behind her.

The footsteps were chaotic, one after the other.

Wen Ruan pretended not to hear, bit her lip and quickened her pace.

But when the footsteps rang all the way behind her, she couldn't bear to stop her steps and turned around: "Fu Zhihuan, what are you going to do, there is no end to it!"

Fu Zhihuan gave a light "ah", then lowered his eyes as if he was thinking about something, and after a long time, he lifted his eyelashes, with a smile in his tone, but he sounded very serious: "I thought I was It's obvious enough."

"What's obvious?"

"I'm not—"

These frivolous words suddenly blocked all the reprimands Wen Ruan had prepared in his heart.

She was stunned, pursed her lips, looked at Fu Zhihuan in front of her, and suddenly felt mixed feelings.

If I had heard this a few days earlier, I would have been very, very happy, and I would have wanted to be with him desperately.

But now, Wen Ruan only felt a tightness in her chest.

She was silent for a long time, her eyes fixed on the man in front of her, and after a long time, she spit out a sentence: "Are you sick?"

After saying this, Wen Ruan suddenly felt a little regretful, but more of it made people feel uncomfortable.

When she was finally ready to give up this love that would always make her sad, the other party jumped out to stir up the emotion she was trying to forget, and let her start thinking about it again. Abandon.

Too much.

Why is this person always like this.

Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned and left.

However, before taking a few steps, just when she felt that Fu Zhihuan would not keep up with what she said so heavy, she suddenly heard the familiar footsteps again, incomparably clear sounded behind him.

The tip of Wen Ruan's nose suddenly became astringent, she stopped again, closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and when she opened her eyes again, her eyes were slightly red.

She turned her head and raised her voice: "Fu Lu, what do you mean?"

After a long time, Fu Zhihuan said, "I didn't lie."

Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, trying to make her voice sound calmer: "So, we have broken off the engagement."

Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and laughed softly, but there was no smile in the voice, he nodded, his voice sounded a little lonely: "Yes, you broke off the marriage."

Wen Ruan subconsciously folded her fingers and clenched her fists.

Fu Zhihuan looked at her very seriously, and his voice was a little hoarse when he spoke: "But I can't bear it."

One sentence made Wen Ruan's heart beat like raindrops.

She lowered her head, and even her breathing seemed to be trembling.

I had always maintained a calm mood, but was suddenly defeated by this sentence, and then completely spread.

"Reluctant?"

Wen Ruan laughed, and a tear suddenly fell from the corner of her eye: "Fu Lu, when I got engaged, no one asked me if I wanted to."

"I refused so many times and finally convinced myself that I went to the engagement party, and then you didn't come. Everyone thought I was shamelessly taking over the engagement and coercing you to stay with me. "

"At that time you didn't want to, I didn't think it mattered. Then I was ready to give up, and even came to Jiangcheng to fall out with my family over this matter."

"But you clearly knew how much I liked you at that time and what my identity was. Since you don't want to be with me, why do you want me to act like a fool in front of you ."

Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and although she wanted to control her emotions, tears could not help falling down drop by drop, she reached out and wiped the corners of her eyes, her voice was a little choked: " Do you really like me? Is it like picking up a small animal and finding some fun for yourself?"

Fu Zhihuan looked at Wen Ruan, his heart seemed to be penetrated by thousands of needles, and his internal organs were aching.

He subconsciously wanted to reach out and wipe the tears from the corners of her eyes: "Wen Ruan..."

"Stop talking."

Wen Ruan took a step back and interrupted: "What I want is not a love, nor a confession, but someone who can trust me and want to tell me everything without reservation. lover."

"And Fu Zhihuan, you are not."

The author has something to say: I'm really sorry.

My family lives in Wuhan. Because of the impact of the epidemic that everyone knows, my mentality is really bad these days.

In addition, I unexpectedly learned that a relative passed away the night before yesterday. It is unavoidable to continue to go out under the high pressure these days, because it is not a simple matter of visiting relatives. There was only one immediate family member of that relative who was in Wuhan, and he was old. They were going to take them home for burial, but they also voluntarily gave up going home because of the special situation in Wuhan.

So these days my parents are rushing back and forth between the two families, I am really worried, I have been unable to concentrate on the code words

The mood is really bad these days, but I will adjust it as soon as possible, and try to maintain the daily update in the future.

I hope everyone can take good care of themselves, the messages in this chapter will be drawn with red envelopes, which is a small gift for everyone on New Year's Eve.

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