What a great question.
Wen Ruan stood on the spot and thought carefully for a while, then said solemnly: "You trained me before."
Fu Zhihuan: "...?"
"The morning before yesterday, you taught me not to put blueberry jam and Lao Ganma in the bread slices, and it would taint the smell. Five days ago, you taught me for a minute because I didn't put the high heels on the shoe cabinet when I changed my shoes and entered the house. A week ago, you went out ten minutes late because of my makeup, educated me from the community to the entrance of the company."
After sorting out all these "criminal records", Wen Ruan said very confidently: "So you have trained me many times for no reason, and you suddenly spoke with that bad face just now. I suspect that it is completely reasonable to be angry with me!"
At this moment, she looked proud with her head up and her chest akimbo, as if she was really answering what Fu Zhihuan said just now as a question, and she also had a proud expression of "I have a good memory" by the way.
Fu Zhihuan was silent.
"..."
It's absolutely amazing.
Wen Ruan is not a person who holds grudges, and after the misunderstanding is resolved, he acts like a normal person.
It wasn't until the Earl sneezed again that she remembered the reason why she came to see Fu Zhihuan, so she knelt down and rubbed the Earl's head: "Oh, yes. The Earl seems to have a little cold and his nose is blocked."
Perhaps it was because he was not feeling well, but after being touched twice, the earl raised his tail and ran away from Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan's hands suddenly emptied, because of inertia, the palm subconsciously pressed down.
It was propped up on a piece of broken tile.
"hiss!"
The sharp edge of the tile made a small cut in the palm of Wen Ruan's hand, and some of the sharp corners were slightly pierced into the flesh, and beads of blood oozed from the wound.
"What's wrong?"
"It's okay." Wen Ruan frowned, stretched out his hand to pull out the broken tile, and said, "It's a small hole."
Fu Zhihuan frowned, walked to her side, and knelt down: "Let me see."
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand to hold Wen Ruan's wrist, and gently pulled it to his eyes.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, unable to react to Fu Zhihuan's actions.
The slender knuckles held that inch of fair skin, making the originally slender wrist look even more slender.
Fu Zhihuan's palms were a little cold at first, but I don't know if it was a psychological effect, and Wen Ruan could clearly feel the heat rising before he held it for a while.
Immediately, her heart thumped uncontrollably, and her eyes wandered around, trying to make herself look very calm.
"Come to the study with me."
After Fu Zhihuan checked the injury, he didn't let go of his frowning, but led her towards the study.
This is Wen Ruan's first visit to Fu Zhihuan's study.
There was a smell of sandalwood inside, and the two rows of bookcases reached straight up to the roof of the house, but there were almost no empty seats, and they were arranged in order to be full. The surrounding decoration is classical and elegant, but it gives people a very atmospheric feeling.
Wen Ruan sat on the chair in front of the desk, shaking her legs up and down, watching Fu Zhihuan take something out of the cabinet, then bent down, squatted down in front of her, and landed on one knee.
She was taken aback by Fu Zhihuan's coherent movements, her dangling legs stopped suddenly, and she quickly shrank back.
"Stretch out your hand and treat the wound."
Fu Zhihuan looked up at her, and asked with a low smile, "Why are you so nervous?"
"...Oh." Wen Ruan stretched out her hand obediently, "I'm not nervous, I just didn't react just now."
"Didn't react?"
"Yes, you squatted down all of a sudden." Wen Ruan thought for a while, and said, "I thought you were going to kneel down and admit your mistakes for the Earl, and I would lose my life."
There was a few seconds of silence around, and after a long time.
Fu Zhihuan: "I suggest you stop talking."
"ah?"
"Otherwise, I can't guarantee that I won't drive you out to sleep on the streets tonight."
"..."
The cotton swab gently rubbed against her palm, which made Wen Ruan feel a little itchy, but she just moved her fingertips to hold back the discomfort.
Wen Ruan lowered her head and could only see Fu Zhihuan's soft black hair, which made people want to rub it.
The light in the study room was a bit dim, and the clock hanging on the wall was ticking forward, everything seemed to be long and warm.
Wen Ruan's throat itched, and she suddenly called out, "Fu Zhihuan."
"What are you doing?" Fu Zhihuan didn't look up, but pulled out a band-aid from the side and asked casually.
Hearing his question, Wen Ruan suddenly hesitated to speak.
Perhaps because the scene and atmosphere at the moment were too ambiguous, she almost had the idea of "or else just confess and ask for a good time".
But the thought put a brake on the mind.
no.
He had to get rid of his fiancé who didn't know anything about him first, otherwise, if the Fu family came to find fault, the poor and weak prosecutor Fu Zhihuan would definitely suffer a lot of grievances.
And, in case it gets rejected.
Wen Ruan sniffled.
Then I definitely don't have the face to continue to stay at other people's houses and not leave.
Fu Zhihuan found that the person in front of him hadn't spoken for a long time, so he raised his head and narrowed his eyes: "What's wrong?"
"nothing."
Wen Ruan glanced at the things in the glass cabinet next to him, trying to change the subject: "Hey, what is that black egg-like thing locked in the glass cabinet?"
Hearing Wen Ruan's question, Fu Zhihuan stopped the movement of his hands, and then said, "A musical instrument."
"Musical instruments?"
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then took a closer look, her eyes lit up: "Is this Tao Xun? You can also blow!"
Fu Zhihuan was slightly taken aback: "Do you know what this is?"
Tao Xun is not a well-known musical instrument, and it is not easy to learn, and its appearance is not particularly delicate, so when many people come to Fu Zhihuan's house and see this thing, they will think it is an ornament.
Wen Ruan nodded, and said with a smile: "Well, when I was very young, I learned a little from an uncle with my friends, but I don't have much artistic talent and I can't persevere."
After finishing speaking, she squinted her eyes and observed the thing carefully.
Carved with a very beautiful pattern, it is a girl sitting under a bouquet blowing xun, surrounded by a flock of birds. At first glance, it looks like a specially customized design pattern, and every stroke is lifelike.
She casually asked, "Can you play?"
After asking, I felt like I was talking nonsense just now, how could I put this thing on the glass cabinet of the desk if I don't know how to brag.
"I won't."
Fu Zhihuan put on the band-aid, then stood up, turned to look at Tao Xun: "This is a gift from me, she likes this kind of thing very much."
Hearing this, Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then straightened up slowly, retracted his injured hand, touched the bandage with his thumb, and then asked casually, "Then why didn't you send it out?"
Fu Zhihuan didn't answer right away.
He just lowered his eyes and looked away from the Tao Xun. After a long time, he laughed lowly like self-deprecating: "There is no way to leave it to her."
"Why?"
"Well, because I lost her."
Fu Zhihuan drooped his eyelids. Although the desk lamp was turned to the brightest, his eyes still seemed dim.
This was the first time that Wen Ruan could read such sadness from his tone.
It's as if even he has become a little sad.
Wen Ruan stared at her toes: "That must be someone very important."
"Yes." Fu Zhihuan did not deny it.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, feeling that her heart was in a mess, and her mood seemed to become more sad for a moment. Putting things in this position must show that this person is extremely important to Fu Zhihuan up to now.
And judging from the pattern above, this person is probably a girl.
Wen Ruan's mood suddenly fell to the bottom.
It was as if I had managed to stay by the side of the person I wanted to get close to, only to be suddenly told that this person might have Bai Yueguang who was lingering in my dreams.
In case Bai Yueguang came back one day, wouldn't he become a standard vicious female supporting role
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan's mood got worse and worse, so she stood up suddenly: "I'm going back to my room, remember to give medicine to the Earl."
Fu Zhihuan noticed Wen Ruan's sudden drop in mood, and he frowned slightly. Before he could ask, Wen Ruan stomped on his slippers and went straight out of the study.
He stretched out his hand helplessly to pinch his brow bone, and was about to step forward when the phone on the table vibrated suddenly—
The phone call from Fu Mingheng: "What the hell is going on with you? I haven't read the news for the past few days. When I got home and took a look, I found out when did you fall in love with that little girl from the Wen family?"
"Correct me, it's not the little girl from the Wen family."
Fu Zhihuan leaned against the table and laughed lazily: "It's my fiancee."
Fu Mingheng took a deep breath, and became furious on the other end of the phone: "I still need you to remind me?! Where the hell are you going to play me?"
After saying this, he suddenly realized something, stood there silently for a few seconds, and then suddenly asked: "What's the matter, after hearing what you said, do you really like this little girl?"
Facing this sudden question, Fu Zhihuan didn't answer immediately. He raised his eyes, looked at the quiet moonlight outside the window, and didn't speak.
"Let me make it clear to you. If you don't like the little girl, don't delay her. Wen Ruan is a good boy, and she is also stubborn. I think she doesn't know your identity. If you don't have the sense to really fall into it , it was the girl who got hurt."
"I suggest you still..."
"Yes." At this moment, Fu Zhihuan suddenly spoke.
Fu Mingheng was stunned for a moment, but did not react: "What did you say?"
Fu Zhihuan straightened up with a low smile, looked away from the window, turned around, although there was a smile in his tone, he said every word seriously: "I am answering your question just now."
Whether you like someone or not, you don't need others to remind you.
For example, you will pay special attention to her every move.
Will worry about her low mood, or a small wound that is not worth mentioning.
Fu Zhihuan couldn't give a reason why he didn't like Wen Ruan.
"..."
Fu Mingheng really didn't expect that his younger brother, who was always indifferent to things like feelings, would admit that he liked a girl so openly one day.
As an older brother, he was touched, and then—
"So you're fucking playing me?"
"At that time, I tried my best to persuade you to fall in love with others and not talk about it, but now you let it go and have an affair?"
Fu Mingheng scolded for most of the time, and then suddenly remembered a question: "But Fu Zhihuan, have you ever thought that if Wen Ruan knew your identity, then the problem might not be solved with a few words of coaxing."
"I think she might tear you up."
The author has something to say: It’s too late to admit my mistake now.
It is impossible to delete the wife chasing crematorium from the outline.
Woo woo woo, I'll be liberated after I finish the exam tomorrow! !
Typos will be corrected after the exam, I will go to preview English XD
This one is 50 red envelopes as usual.
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