Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 40

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Wen Ruan raised her wrist without arrogance or rashness, glanced at the time, and then said slowly: "Sorry, although I really want to catch up with Ms. He, but it's getting late now, so I still can't keep Mr. Qin waiting."

Speaking of this, she still didn't forget to smile at He Ziqin: "So, see you next time."

He Ziqin gritted his teeth, looking at the face in front of him with curved brows and smiling eyes, he became more and more annoyed. But he still put on a stiff smile, stretched out his hand and shook it back: "Well, see you next time."

Perhaps because she was angry, she shook hands slightly harder, as if she was taking the opportunity to vent her emotions.

"hiss."

Wen Ruan frowned slightly, hummed softly as if in pain, and then withdrew her hand.

He Ziqin knew the reason, but still put on a polite smile, pretending to be concerned: "What's the matter? I didn't notice just now, the strength in my hand was a bit strong, did it hurt you, Miss Wen?"

"Well, it's all right."

Wen Ruan raised her hand with a light smile, and showed He Ziqin the band-aid on her hand, her tone sounded a bit indifferent: "Miss He is not very strong, but she was careless last night. It smashed the vase of Brother Fu Zhihuan's house, and then scratched a small hole, which just happened to be touched."

"last night."

"Fu Zhihuan's house."

While focusing on the point, don't forget to speak innocently and casually.

The tenth-level lotus air in the lotus.

He Ziqin's face changed, and he keenly caught those key words.

"It's also my fault for being too reckless, but there is no way..."

When Wen Ruan said this, he half-closed his eyes, with an innocent smile on his face, and his tone sounded extremely brisk: "Who wants me to be a charming young lady?"

Although it seemed to be just an ordinary self-deprecating sentence, He Ziqin could clearly understand the irony in Wen Ruan's words.

She must have heard the comments behind her before, so now she has to use a word to poke her sore spot.

He Ziqin didn't even have the mood to say goodbye perfunctorily, she clenched her fists, her nails dug deeply into her palms, and she pursed her lips tightly.

After a while, she turned around abruptly, stretched out her hand to open the car door and sat in, then closed the door heavily, as if she was venting her emotions: "Drive!"

Wen Ruan turned her head to the side, watching the black Mercedes driving away from the alley, with her lips raised slightly, she stepped on her high heels and walked forward.

Very boring low difficulty mobs.

This little sister's psychological quality is still not good enough.

After analyzing the specific situation of this lawsuit with Qin Biyang, it was almost half past twelve noon.

Almost without any accident, this case will be taken over by Wen Ruan.

But she only explained what happened to the firm, and then reported it according to the regulations, and did not intend to release the matter on the public platform.

After all, this case is the rebellion of many families, and even though Qin Wan has passed away, if this kind of reputation-related matter is fermented on the Internet, it will definitely arouse the curiosity of some people.

It is understood that Xu Binrui and his group once spread this group of photos in the small group. If someone who really caused trouble dug it up, her family would not want to see it.

So Wen Ruan didn't want to use this incident for publicity.

After saying goodbye to Mr. Qin Biyang, Wen Ruan went to a nearby shopping mall to eat something, and by the way updated the new list of her cosmetics.

Qin Sushan called her: "Shall we go out for dinner tonight? By the way, let's celebrate that you have accepted a new case?"

"No."

Wen Ruan chewed the pearls in the milk tea: "I'm going to have dinner with Fu Zhihuan tonight."

Qin Sushan sneered: "How long has it been since we had dinner together? Are men more important than girlfriends?"

Wen Ruan: "... No, what illusion did you have to feel that you are comparable to a pretty boy?"

Qin Sushan was silent for a while, and decided to change the topic of self-inflicted humiliation: "So you are going out with our Fu Jian tonight? It's ok, Wen Ruan, how long did it take?"

"No, I will cook myself." At the end, Wen Ruan added solemnly: "If you want to capture a man's heart, you must first capture his stomach, so I will cook myself and strive to win it immediately. "

Qin Sushan was silent for a while: "To be honest, you are a person who knows nothing but instant noodles and tomato egg noodles, are you going to let Fu Jian live through tonight?"

"...what nonsense, hang up."

Although Wen Ruan hung up the phone, she still seriously considered what Qin Sushan said.

Indeed, I don't seem to know any other dishes besides cooking noodles.

So she bought two large bags of cooked food, and planned to order a takeaway before Fu Zhihuan came back, and put them on a plate.

"I bought" is rounded up to "I made".

Wen Ruan made up his mind just like that, and then when he passed by a decoration shop, he suddenly had an idea.

I have long felt that Fu Zhihuan's house is very monotonous, so why not buy some decorations while he is not at home and go back to display them. Maybe he will be bored at home in the future, and when he looks up and sees these wind chime dolls, he can gain some favorability for himself.

So Wen Ruan returned home with big and small bags, and started his own arrangement.

After working for nearly an hour, she stood in the living room, looking at the fruits of her labor.

Originally Fu Zhihuan's home was decorated in uniform black and white, giving people a feeling of indifference, but now with some vibrant decorations, the colors suddenly became lively.

It's as if a ray of sunlight shines in the cold space, and the warmth diffuses to dispel the cold temperature in the past.

Perfect!

Wen Ruan raised his chin proudly, and as soon as he looked up, he caught a glimpse of the time on the wall—

Fu Zhihuan is about to leave work.

So Wen Ruan quickly ordered a few takeaways, then put the cooked food he bought into the microwave oven, and finally disposed of the packaging bags while carefully arranging the dishes, pretending that he made it himself.

After doing all this, she was relieved, and then she sat on the sofa and patiently waited for Fu Zhihuan to arrive home.

But until more than half an hour later than the expected time, Fu Zhihuan still did not come back.

Wen Ruan frowned slightly.

Could it be that something happened at work

She clicked on WeChat, but found that the conversation between the two was still in this morning.

Must be too busy, right

Wen Ruan tentatively sent a message.

Ten minutes later, it was still like a stone sinking into the sea.

an hour ago.

Before leaving get off work, the leader called all the relevant personnel in charge of Lu Kechen's case, held a short meeting, and explained some follow-up procedures and content.

After the meeting ended, Zhao Zichen put his hand on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder: "Let's go? Go out and have a meal? It's been a long time since we ate together."

"No." Fu Zhihuan glanced at his watch: "I have an appointment tonight."

Zhao Zichen blinked: "And that lawyer lady in your family?"

Fu Zhihuan squinted at him, but said nothing.

Zhao Zichen, on the other hand, laughed in a serious manner: "Oh, Fu Jian just said to me earlier, 'Let her go in a week', 'I have nothing to do with her', his tone was cruel and indifferent, what's wrong now? Motivated?"

Fu Zhihuan paused, turned his head, half-closed his eyes, and stared at Zhao Zichen calmly, without speaking.

On the contrary, Zhao Zichen faltered first, he shrank his neck: "Why?"

"When your ex-girlfriend broke up with you when you were in junior year, you got drunk and went back to the dormitory in the middle of the night, hugging the bedpost and crying, "Dear" all night, remember?"

When Fu Zhihuan said this, he paused for a moment, and then added lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't remember, I recorded the video."

Zhao Zichen: "..."

Fu Zhihuan: "So, what did you just say?"

Zhao Zichen: "I'm sorry."

A failed provocation ended here.

And it wasn't until Zhao Zichen saw Fu Zhihuan press the car key that he suddenly remembered something, opened the car door and sat in: "Will you give me a kick? I didn't come by car. It's too difficult to get a taxi after get off work now."

Fu Zhihuan threw the key to him: "Success, you drive."

Zhao Zichen caught it: "Alright."

But before Zhao Zichen sat in the driver's seat, he heard a gentle and gentle female voice behind him: "Officer Zhao, Fu Jian, hello."

The two turned their heads.

The girl standing behind her was Peng Mengyin, from the Footprint Inspection Department, and she was familiar with Zhao Zichen. Although I have met Fu Zhihuan a few times, the communication between the two is not very much.

In the case of Lu Kechen, she also followed her master to Dongyang Lake to investigate the footprints. This time, the teacher brought her to gain more experience.

Zhao Zichen leaned against the car door and laughed: "Junior Sister, why don't you go back?"

Peng Mengyin pursed her lips and smiled: "Well, I'm going to take a taxi."

Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment, glanced at the car keys in his hand, and patted his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

He remembered that the place where Peng Mengyin lived was not too far away, since they had met each other, it would be embarrassing not to give the girl a kick.

So Zhao Zichen took a tentative look at Fu Zhihuan: "Old Fu, please save face."

Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and knocked on the car window, raised his eyes casually, and said lightly: "You decide yourself, but you have to be home before seven o'clock, I don't want the little girl to wait too long."

…someone waiting to go home is just not the same.

Zhao Zichen glanced at the current time. Anyway, Peng Mengyin and himself were on the way, so it shouldn't take too long.

So he said: "Come on, Junior Sister, we will send you back."

Sitting in the back of the car, Peng Mengyin listened to the two people in front of him chatting with each other, then raised his eyes, looked in the rearview mirror, and his gaze stayed on the outline of Fu Zhihuan reflected in the mirror.

The corners of her lips subconsciously lifted.

"cough."

Zhao Zichen observed Peng Mengyin's expression at a glance, so he coughed and said with a smile, "Little sister, don't stare at us Fu Jian, there is someone in his family waiting for him to go back."

Peng Mengyin withdrew his gaze, lowered his eyes, smiled, and touched the corner of his lips: "Hey? Does Prosecutor Fu already have a girlfriend?"

"You have to ask him." Zhao Zichen laughed, and glanced to the side: "As for you, it's all about you, why isn't it your girlfriend?"

Fu Zhihuan turned his head and didn't say a word, but his eyes lightly fell on Zhao Zichen, and he gave him a look calmly.

Zhao Zichen was startled, and then straightened up: "Pretend I didn't ask."

Fu Zhihuan laughed softly and looked away, but immediately keenly noticed a black car approaching him at an abnormal speed under the traffic light at the corner with its lights flashing.

He frowned, and then called out, "Zhao Zichen, to the right."

As soon as Zhao Zichen raised his eyes, he found that the dark car was approaching. He immediately held the steering wheel and adjusted the direction.

"boom."

The time was too tight, and the car still crashed into it.

Facing the passenger seat, in the direction of Fu Zhihuan.

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