Wen Ruan finally relieved the emotions that had been pent up for a long time with the help of the outburst just now.
As soon as he was in a good mood, he bought a sugar painting for Jiang Zichen who was beside him.
While the two were waiting for the sugar painting, Jiang Zichen looked around to make sure that Fu Zhihuan was not nearby, then lowered his voice and said softly, "Sister Wen, that aunt just now seems to like Brother Fu."
When Wen Ruan heard this, the alarm bells rang out.
No wonder she always felt that He Ziqin's hostility towards her was inexplicable, so that was the case.
He also recalled that when he just passed by, He Ziqin looked at Fu Zhihuan's sweet smile, and for some reason, suddenly felt a little sour in his heart.
Wen Ruan raised his head and looked behind him.
Fu Zhihuan did not follow.
She lowered her eyes, her beautiful eyes were filled with disappointment, her mood seemed to be on a roller coaster, and she fell to the bottom in an instant.
If I had known earlier, I would have endured a little bit.
Wen Ruan recalled the sharp-tongued look she had when she was yelling at He Ziqin just now, and felt that from a bystander's point of view, she looked like the vicious and sarcastic female supporting role in TV dramas.
Now He Ziqin must be pretending to be a little white flower, whispering bad things about himself to Fu Zhihuan.
Thinking of this made her even more depressed.
As soon as he was depressed, he turned back to the previous appearance with the word "mourning" written all over his body.
Jiang Zishen originally wanted to inform Wen Ruan to be more vigilant, but he didn't expect that the sunny mood of the person beside him just now turned into a thunderstorm again the moment he heard his words.
He swallowed, and moved a few steps to the side, not daring to speak.
"What's wrong?"
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan's voice suddenly sounded behind Wen Ruan.
He slowed down his speaking speed slightly, but it seemed that the syllables of each word were deeper and deeper: "In a bad mood?"
Hearing Fu Zhihuan's voice, Wen Ruan was slightly startled, her back stiffened. But then, as if thinking of something, he turned his head angrily and let out a soft "hum".
Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbfounded, and turned his attention to Jiang Zichen: "Did you make her angry?"
Jiang Zichen shook his head like a rattle.
"How can children make me angry."
Wen Ruan opened her mouth angrily, stretched out her hand to take the sugar painting and handed it to Jiang Zichen, then stood up, raised her chin a little arrogantly: "Thirteen minutes have passed, and you finally finished chatting with that Miss He Did you think of us later?"
Fu Zhihuan looked at the angry look of the little girl in front of him, stretched out his hands helplessly and squeezed the brow bone, then laughed lowly, and said, "So, who are you sulking at?"
Wen Ruan turned her head away, pretending to be calm and said, "I'm not sulking."
"Wen Ruan."
Fu Zhihuan suddenly called out softly, with a calm tone.
Wen Ruan subconsciously turned her head.
In the next second, a small gift bag appeared in front of my eyes, with a chic ribbon on it, and the logo of the boutique was printed on it.
Fu Zhihuan: "Take it, this is the thirteen minutes."
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and was caught off guard by this sudden gift. I just felt that the originally angry emotions seemed to be instantly extinguished by a drizzle.
The girl's heart also started to beat as if it had been sensed.
She stretched out her hand to take the boutique bag, and didn't open it immediately, but asked as if she was still in an awkward situation: "Why did you give me a gift?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't answer Wen Ruan's words directly, but chuckled lightly and asked, "Are you feeling better?"
"Let's try harder." Wen Ruan's heart had softened into a puddle of water, but she still wanted to be tough.
Crowds of people coming and going in the amusement park, as well as vendors passing by the side of the road holding colorful balloons, the scene is jubilant and lively.
The two people stood in the middle of the street, their faces matched each other, and the scene was harmonious and beautiful.
Jiang Zichen looked at this beautiful scene, yawned, and turned his head to look at the sugar painting in his hand.
He actually used the method he taught to tease girls, and he didn't have any commission.
It was too much.
After eating, it was already afternoon.
The weather was exactly as Fu Zhihuan said in the morning. After the scorching sun at noon passed, it quickly turned cloudy, and after a while, it even started to rain.
The sky in Jiangcheng is always so fickle.
Wen Ruan finally discovered that Fu Zhihuan's advice in the morning was not to criticize.
This off-the-shoulder chiffon dress is beautiful, but it's really cold.
As soon as the wind blows, I feel cold air pouring into my body from all directions, mixed with a cold tingling sensation, which makes Wen Ruan freeze to doubt life in an instant.
There are many girls in the amusement park who don't dress very much.
It's just that at this moment, most of them are snuggling into the arms of their boyfriends, or wearing boys' coats, not only looking not cold, but also very sweet.
What is the most exciting thing in the world
Of course, when the girl was shivering from the cold, the boyfriend of the person I liked took off the jacket with all his strength, put it on his head, and said in an awkward and cold voice: "Take it."
So, Wen Ruan turned his head tentatively, and his eyes fell on Fu Zhihuan who was beside him.
Fine, he's wearing a coat.
The timing is also very ripe, and not long ago he gave himself a small gift...
The matter of borrowing a coat will definitely become a major emotional sublimation point.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan rubbed her arms, pretending not to say, "It's so cold."
"Fortunately, I'm not very cold." Mr. Fu Zhihuan said so.
Wen Ruan was silent.
Could it be that his hint was not obvious enough
So she rubbed her nose, took a deep breath, and sneezed loudly and deliberately: "Ah Qiu!"
Hearing the sound, Fu Zhihuan turned his head slightly, looking at Wen Ruan with unbiased eyes.
Wen Ruan also looked at Fu Zhihuan, then moved his eyes down, and set his eyes on his coat, pretending to say casually: "Oh, Mr. Fu, you are wearing a coat today, you are really prescient."
Is it obvious enough this time
However, Fu Zhihuan was silent for a long time without speaking.
... The atmosphere seemed a bit awkward.
After a long time, Wen Ruan heard the person in front of him chuckle softly, the voice seemed to come from the chest, with a bit of magnetism and hoarseness.
"why are you laughing?"
"Want to borrow my coat?" Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes, the smile still in his eyes, "You can tell me directly."
"Who, who wants your coat!"
Wen Ruan was exposed, her face flushed red, she turned her head awkwardly, and then moved a few steps to the side to show her innocence: "I'm not cold at all!"
However, as soon as the words fell, Wen Ruan felt himself sinking.
Then, a warm breath surrounded the whole body, and an inexplicable sense of security surged into my heart.
Fu Zhihuan put his coat on Wen Ruan, then straightened up, and said in a calm tone, "Let's go, it's time to go back."
Wen Ruan was slightly stunned, and after reacting for a long time, he lowered his head silently, stretched out his hand and gently pulled Fu Zhihuan's clothes.
The warm feeling spread all the way, burning my heart again and again.
The surrounding wind became gentle at this moment.
It's as if it came wrapped in the spirit of spring, blowing every inch of the land to bloom thousands of bunches of flowers.
Sure enough, although this man sometimes speaks very irritatingly.
But I still like him very much.
And at this moment, kid Jiang Zishen let out a series of loud sneezes—
"Ah Qiu! Ah Qiu! Ah Qiu!!"
Three times in a row, even with some echoes.
Wen Ruan turned her head, only to find that Jiang Zichen was also wearing short-sleeved shorts today, his whole face was wrinkled, shivering in the cold wind.
Wen Ruan sighed, took off Fu Zhihuan's coat with a smile, then squatted down, and put it on Jiang Zichen.
By the way, she stretched out her hand to wrap him tightly.
"Eh? Sister Wen Ruan, you don't wear much clothes either."
Jiang Zichen was wearing a long coat, and looked quite like a cute little radish.
Wen Ruan laughed, reached out and rubbed his head, nodded, and said generously: "My lord is not afraid of the cold."
Fu Zhihuan turned his head, and Wen Ruan's figure was reflected in his dark eyes.
She is indeed two completely different people from herself.
It's like a lively and enthusiastic fish suddenly came one day in a silent deep pool in the deep forest.
After smelling such a little vitality, I no longer want it to leave.
After sending Jiang Zichen home, the sky gradually darkened.
Perhaps because of being blown by the cold wind all afternoon, Wen Ruan felt that his nose was numb and itchy, and he sneezed several times in a row to relieve it.
It seems to be a small cold.
Just when the two were about to go back home, Fu Zhihuan suddenly received a call.
Although Wen Ruan didn't know what was said in the microphone, he could clearly see that his brows were furrowed inch by inch, and his hands holding the steering wheel gradually closed.
It seems that it should be a matter of work.
"Okay, I'll come now."
After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhihuan turned his head and said sorry to Wen Ruan: "There is a temporary situation at work, I will call a car for you."
Wen Ruan smiled and waved her hands: "It's okay, I'll just go back by myself later."
However, just as she finished speaking, her cell phone rang.
Wen Ruan frowned suspiciously, looked at the caller ID—
It's Professor Su from the law firm.
"Wen Ruan, you have to come to the office now. A few policemen suddenly came to our side and said they wanted to ask you to understand the situation."
"police?"
"Well, yes. They didn't tell me in detail, but it seems to be about Lu Kechen." Professor Su said in a low voice, "A case has occurred, and they suspect it has something to do with Lu Kechen."
rainstorm.
The rain pattered down, washing away the muddy soil. The muddy water flowed down the slope and into the rushing river.
The scene was cordoned off, and passers-by watching the fun gathered around the outside, stretching their necks to look inside.
"Old Fu, you are here."
Holding an umbrella, Zhao Zichen walked up to Fu Zhihuan, frowning tightly, "Here, the dead boy was an eighteen-year-old boy named Gu Chencheng, who looked like he fell into the water after falling."
Fu Zhihuan responded, bent down and approached the scene, took the gloves handed by the police officer on the side, put them on, and then took the relevant information about the case.
After the body was salvaged, it was sent to the forensic office for examination.
Fu Zhihuan turned to the first page, but frowned.
The victim looked very young, but his hair was permed with protruding tin foil, and his brows looked a little stern. He looked like the kind of young man who was in high school but didn't study hard and messed around. .
and-
Fu Zhihuan frowned.
Why do you feel familiar
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