The early morning sun just peeked out from behind the clouds and shone in through the cracks in the curtains.
"hiss-"
Fu Zhihuan's consciousness was pulled back, his brows furrowed suddenly, his eyelashes moved slightly, and then he slowly opened his eyes.
Waking up with a hangover doesn't feel good.
It may be because of taking sober medicine, because the headache caused by alcohol is not strong, only the temples still have a faint pain.
Fu Zhihuan propped himself up, gently pinched his brow bone with his fingertips, and recalled last night——
He only remembered that he met Wen Ruan before leaving the restaurant, and drank a glass of wine in order to get her away.
Then, all the memories were completely deleted, only sporadic flashes of pictures that couldn't be linked together.
"Well."
A soft dream sound came, which made Fu Zhihuan slightly startled, and then turned his head.
Wen Ruan sat on the stool, laying her head on the edge of her bed, frowning tightly, and fell into a deep sleep.
She was still wearing the clothes she wore when she went out last night, not even a coat, and she looked a little thin in the air-conditioned room.
Why is she here
Soon, this question was answered.
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and found that his right hand was still tightly clasping Wen Ruan's wrist.
"..."
He coughed and let go of his hands.
But there was still a red mark on the slender wrist.
Fu Zhihuan's eyes darkened, he leaned against the head of the bed, stretched out his hand and rubbed his messy hair, his eyes fell heavily on Wen Ruan's sleeping face.
"Ah Autumn"
Wen Ruan sneezed unconsciously in her sleep, then reached out and rubbed her nose, shrinking her shoulders. A small face wrinkled in grievance, looked quite distressing.
Fu Zhihuan pursed his thin lips slightly, clicked his tongue imperceptibly, then stretched out his hand to pull up a corner of the quilt, leaned down, deliberately slowed down, and covered Wen Ruan's body with the quilt.
And when he lowered his body, the person in front of him turned his head, as if he was adjusting his sleeping position.
Turning her head unexpectedly, Wen Ruan's hair inevitably brushed against Fu Zhihuan's chin, bringing a tingling itchiness.
She and Fu Zhihuan were facing each other, with the tip of their noses less than half a centimeter apart, and it seemed as if they could feel each other's breathing very clearly.
Fu Zhihuan's pupils shrank slightly.
He raised his hand to support the edge of the bed, retreated like a conditioned reaction, and straightened up.
It was like a feather suddenly fell from the tip of my heart, sweeping across the softest part of my heart, but it set off an inexplicable anxiety and intolerance that lingered.
This unprecedented feeling made Fu Zhihuan inexplicably irritable.
He raised his hands and rubbed his hair back, got out of bed, picked up a coat and put it on, and went straight to the balcony of the living room.
The genius is dimly lit, and the window is surprisingly quiet. From time to time, you can hear a few crisp birdsong, blowing into your ears with the sound of the wind.
Fu Zhihuan took out a pack of cigarettes from his jacket pocket, lowered his head, bit the cigarette butt, and pulled it out.
Then, light that little flame with a lighter.
White smoke rose and dispersed.
The sound of slippers stepping on the floor "crackling" sounded.
Wen Ruan came out of the bedroom rubbing her sleepy eyes. She opened her eyes and yawned with a vague voice: "Are you awake?"
As soon as he finished speaking, he coughed lightly.
It seemed to smell a little smoke, and felt a little choking.
Fu Zhihuan felt inexplicably irritable when he heard the cough. He stubbed out the cigarette butt without saying a word, threw the cigarette butt into the trash can, and replied, "Yes."
That long yawn dispelled some of Wen Ruan's drowsiness, she blinked vigorously, her thoughts came to her senses, and then she looked towards Fu Zhihuan——
Sure enough, the man turned his face and refused to recognize anyone after he sobered up.
Now he put on a cold and indifferent look to others!
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan decided to help Fu Zhihuan recall. So she raised her arms and coughed: "Mr. Fu, since you are sober, we have to talk about what happened last night."
Fu Zhihuan leaned on the railing, gave her a lazy look, but didn't speak.
... No, you can't be intimidated by his threatening look.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, cheered himself up, and then continued to act like a lawyer negotiating: "Mr. Fu, last night I took good care of you who was drunk, and I worked hard. But you not only didn't appreciate it, but also treated me As an earl, you must take responsibility for this matter."
"Aren't you drunk?"
Fu Zhihuan listened patiently to Wen Ruan's words, then raised his eyebrows, the expression on his face remained unchanged, he just asked a meaningful rhetorical question.
"..."
Big problem.
Wen Ruan finally met his opponent in this firecracker battle.
I started to organize my words last night, and I am going to give Fu Zhihuan a blow today. In the end, I didn't expect that the other party hit the nail on the head, and a question directly blocked all my words.
master.
Wen Ruan was ready to hold on: "Mr. Fu, this is not the crux of the problem. The crux of the problem is that after you got drunk last night..."
"Aren't you drunk?"
Are you a repeater!
Wen Ruan bit her lower lip, it seemed that in order to avoid this life-and-death issue, she might not be able to carry out her auspices as she wished.
Sure enough, this ungrateful and smelly man should have been left to fend for himself last night!
The more Wen Ruan thought about it, the more angry he stepped on the slippers, and then he sat down on the sofa with displeasure written all over his face.
She hugged the pillow with resentment, shrunk into a ball, her cheeks swelled like a hamster, and she raised her eyes from time to time, trying to make Fu Zhihuan feel ashamed with her resentful eyes.
Fu Zhihuan couldn't help laughing, he reached out his hand helplessly and rubbed his temple, then took a step, walked up to Wen Ruan, and bent down: "Are you angry, kid?"
Who are you calling a child!
Wen Ruan raised her face angrily, baring her teeth and claws in an attempt to fight back: "Children can't pour a cup!"
The atmosphere was suddenly quiet.
After a moment of silence, Fu Zhihuan lowered his head and laughed as if he couldn't help it, his voice was a little hoarse.
After a long time, he stopped laughing, raised his head again, looked at Wen Ruan with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be a smile but not a smile, and asked in a thoughtful tone: "Then tell me, why are you pretending to be drunk?"
… Oh shit.
Who can withstand this foul counterattack
If there is a referee who quarrels at the scene, Wen Ruan must sue Fu Zhihuan for violating the rules.
This is no normal bickering, this is naked seduction.
All of Wen Ruan's words were stuck in her throat, and most of her anger disappeared. She hugged the pillow tighter, turned her head in a panic to avoid Fu Zhihuan's gaze, and stammered, "I, I'm hungry! I'm going to make breakfast!"
Fu Zhihuan seemed to think of something, and finally stopped teasing her, but straightened up, rolled up his sleeves, and walked towards the kitchen.
Wen Ruan looked at him curiously, and asked, "Are you coming to make breakfast?"
Although Wen Ruan has been a pampered canary since she was a child, it does not prevent her from being active and enthusiastic about cooking.
Although she has been in the kitchen for so many years and pestered Wang Ma to teach herself how to cook, she only learned how to cook instant noodles and scrambled eggs with tomatoes. But it's okay to get bread and fried eggs for breakfast.
But now Fu Zhihuan put on the appearance of going to make breakfast, which moved Wen Ruan quite a bit.
He finally realized his conscience, knowing his hardships last night, is he going to help him prepare breakfast? So touching!
However-
"No." Fu Zhihuan glanced at her.
Wen Ruan asked with a question mark: "Then why are you going to the kitchen?"
"Just now you reminded me." Fu Zhihuan opened the cupboard and took out a bag of things, "It's time for the Earl to have breakfast."
Wen Ruan was silent.
count.
The Earl again.
She glanced at the earl who jumped down from the cat climbing frame, took graceful cat steps, and strutted towards the food box, thinking to herself—
Don't be too happy, I will pay for you to be sterilized after a while.
Koko.
"By the way." Fu Zhihuan thought of something again, raised his eyes and said, "Prepare a breakfast for me."
At the end, I added a sentence: "It can be regarded as offsetting the rent."
Wen Ruan: When I get tired of seeing this dog man's face, I will kill him.
After breakfast is ready, it's still early before going to work.
During this period of time, Wen Ruan developed the habit of watching the video before eating, so she casually turned on the TV in front of her, picked up a piece of bread, and spread the blueberry sauce evenly—
"Hi everyone, welcome to our program "Human Observation". Now let's interview the two people just now."
Anthropology
Wen Ruan frowned, feeling that the name sounded familiar, so she raised her eyes and looked at the screen.
Now Jiangcheng Satellite TV is rebroadcasting last night's program.
And the passer-by who slowly appeared on the camera—
Isn't it just me ah ah ah ah! ! ! !
The spoon in Wen Ruan's hand fell to the table with a clatter.
There is nothing more embarrassing than seeing your own face on TV.
If there is, then it must be, the program has not added any beautification and filters!
Fu Zhihuan turned his back to the TV. Seeing Wen Ruan's frightened expression, he frowned and turned his head.
On the TV screen, the two happened to be in the same frame, and they were also accompanied by the pink filter and love bubbles.
"..."
That's embarrassing.
Wen Ruan almost jumped up and changed the channel—
You f*cking filter is worse than not adding it! ! What aesthetics! !
Although the channel was changed, it was obvious that the atmosphere in the living room seemed to have dropped to freezing point.
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time, raised his index finger and tapped on the table. After a while, he picked up the phone from the coffee table without saying a word, as if he was sending a text message to someone.
Wen Ruan asked cautiously, "Who are you sending messages to?"
"I'm watching when this show will go off the air."
So ruthless.
It was a long time after changing the channel that Wen Ruan recovered from the huge and suffocating embarrassment just now. She numbly picked up the knife and fork, bit by bit sliced the poached egg on the plate, and put the thing into her mouth with blank eyes.
Tasteless.
Now there are life news programs on TV, which is harmonious.
Wen Ruan suddenly felt that this seemingly boring program was very healthy and peaceful, making people feel extremely happy.
And at this moment:
"The summer vacation is approaching, and the flow of people at the station is gradually increasing. Here, I would like to warn all parents that they must take care of their children and beware of children getting lost. They should also pay attention to whether there are suspicious people around and beware of human traffickers. The day before yesterday, at Jiangcheng East Railway Station , a case of abduction and trafficking almost happened, let’s take a look at the video shot by the people present—”
Wen Ruan frowned.
Why does this place, time and case sound so familiar
Seems like something is wrong
Then, the facts told Wen Ruan that her instinct was right.
Because the video shot by the "person present" was very clear, Wen Ruan could see at a glance the extremely arrogant self surrounded by the crowd.
"Today, if I don't push you to the police station and cry and wipe your nose in front of the people's police three times, I'll write your name upside down! You will bully the little girl and violate social morality!"
In the video, he said so while pinching the back of the trafficker's neck with his backhand.
Wen Ruan stretched out his hand, calmly turned off the TV, then raised his eyes to meet Fu Zhihuan's.
"Are you happy on TV?" Fu Zhihuan asked.
"Good night." Shut up quickly.
Wen Ruan felt that she was already numb, no matter what happened, she couldn't let her emotions fluctuate any more.
But it turns out, she's still too young.
Because in the next second, Wen Ruan's phone vibrated—
"Ah, Ruan Ruan, you're popular, five of the top ten Weibo searches are about you! The reporters have all come to the office! Those few videos of yours are going crazy on a certain sound!! Hurry up and come to the office!"
Qin Sushan was hoarse on the phone.
The author has something to say: I only wrote three thousand and five today. Sorry, because there is an evening class that doesn’t end until 8 o’clock.
I will adjust it on the weekend, and there will be more!
It is customary to randomly draw fifty red envelopes for this chapter.
Catching insects is another issue.
Thanks to the little angels who voted for me or irrigated nutrient solution during 2019-12-18 22:31:40~2019-12-19 22:47:28~
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