"...No red, just painted eye shadow." Wen Ruan's mouth was stiff.
Fu Zhihuan stood up, leaned his back against the head of the bed, and smiled softly. His chest trembled slightly, he covered his lips with his hands, and coughed a few times.
Wen Ruan quickly reached out to support him, then poured a glass of water, and scolded, "Why are you getting up? What time is it and you still don't sleep, which car accident patient is messing with himself like you."
Fu Zhihuan bent down with a low smile, holding the cup that Wen Ruan handed over: "A little girl ran away from home, how can I rest in peace?"
Wen Ruan hesitated, but seeing Fu Zhihuan leaning against the window with a sickly look, coupled with the white gauze wrapped around his head, he couldn't say anything immediately: "...who ran away from home, I'm at home Sleep well."
"The living room is monitored."
"..." Wen Ruan was silent for a while: "No, I'm going out to fix the suitcase."
"With your ex-boyfriend?"
Hearing Fu Zhihuan's half-joking words, Wen Ruan immediately became emotional for some reason: "Yeah, just with my ex-boyfriend."
"You are only allowed to have a beautiful sister to pack your clothes in the middle of the night, but I am not allowed to have an ex-boyfriend to accompany me to repair the suitcase? You are not my boyfriend, why do you care about me so much? I just rent a house at your house , do you still care if the tenant goes out in the middle of the night?"
Fu Zhihuan looked at her quietly, and called softly, "Wen Ruan."
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback, only then was he distracted.
She drooped her eyelids, her eyelashes fluttered slightly, and after a long time, she took a deep breath, stretched out her hands to close her eyes, and her shoulders were twitching.
"Sorry, I didn't mean to kill you."
Her voice was full of tears and inexplicable fear: "Why are you so hurt and still joking with me...Can you take your body seriously?"
Wen Ruan's outburst was not out of anger.
Instead, he felt guilty that Fu Zhihuan was worried because he ran away from home because of jealousy for no reason when Fu Zhihuan was in a car accident.
Fu Zhihuan felt distressed.
Obviously the little girl was also wronged, but she always restrained her temper and restrained her emotions to comfort herself.
Why are you so obedient.
He stretched out his hand, held the back of Wen Ruan's head, and then lightly pressed it on his shoulder, his voice softened: "Return the tenant?"
"Which family treats the tenant like an ancestor like this?"
Wen Ruan: "Why did you put me..."
"A few days ago you put the durian fruit box in the refrigerator and it smelled bad. Afraid of being discovered, you secretly threw away the fruit box and lied that the pork belly had gone bad. Last week you ate all the skewer oil and rubbed it on the sofa, and the traces couldn't be washed off. Secretly Hide the oily spot under the pillow."
When Fu Zhihuan said this, he asked with a low smile, "If the tenant did these things, he would have been evicted long ago."
Wen Ruan: "..."
Fu Zhihuan looked at her, raised his lips slightly, and changed the subject: "The Earl misses you a lot, when will you go home
Wen Ruan turned her head and whispered, "I haven't spent the night outside, how do you know that the Earl misses me."
"My guess."
Fu Zhihuan said softly: "The cat I raise should have the same thoughts as me."
"..."
Wen Ruan stood up abruptly, her cheeks burning hot.
What's the matter with this dog man
How come you talk in the same way after the car accident
She was silent for a long time, stretched out her hand with difficulty, and touched Fu Zhihuan's forehead—
Not hot, no fever.
Fu Zhihuan: "What's wrong?"
"No..." Wen Ruan hesitated to speak: "Fu Zhihuan, why did you suddenly become such a scumbag?"
"..."
It was dark.
Fu Zhihuan had already taken the medicine and was trying to stay awake to talk to Wen Ruan, but now he couldn't stand it any longer and fell asleep leaning against the head of the bed.
Wen Ruan sighed, helped Fu Zhihuan to lie down, and covered him with the quilt.
Just when she was about to turn around and go out to ask Zhao Zichen about the specific situation and injury, she found that her right arm was grabbed by Fu Zhihuan at some point.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, staring at the hand holding her arm for a while, then smiled helplessly after a while, and sat down again.
She propped her chin and carefully looked at the sleeping profile of the person in front of her.
Even in this embarrassing situation, his face is still clear and extraordinary.
Wen Ruan sighed.
Sure enough, it is difficult to see through the world of mortals.
By coincidence, she stretched out her index finger, and gently touched Fu Zhihuan's eyebrows with her fingertips, and then moved down along the bridge of her tall nose. It wasn't until he almost touched the thin lips that he withdrew his hand as if waking up suddenly.
...the color makes the mind faint.
Wen Ruan puffed up her cheeks in anger.
When will we be able to pick off this high mountain flower
The hour hand made several turns.
Fu Zhihuan woke up.
The repeated burning pain from the wound, coupled with the sudden rise in body temperature during the recovery process, made him open his eyes with difficulty.
When she turned her head, she found Wen Ruan lying beside the bed, already asleep.
Fu Zhihuan supported the discomfort in his body, sat up straight, then picked out a coat from the changing pocket, and gently put it on Wen Ruan.
The little girl rubbed her nose, pursed her mouth, and turned her head.
Fu Zhihuan didn't lie down in a hurry, but quietly looked at Wen Ruan who was sleeping soundly.
Originally, tonight was the plan to confess everything to her.
Then formally pursue.
But unexpectedly, a car accident happened suddenly.
Especially after realizing that someone around him might be staring at him, Fu Zhihuan decided to put the confession aside.
He didn't want to involve the little girl.
Fu Zhihuan bent down, looked down at Wen Ruan's side face, with one hand propped beside her, his eyes were full of tenderness.
"Feel sorry."
"Give me another week."
"After I resolve this matter, I will return to Tongcheng, formally apologize to my uncle and aunt, and propose a marriage contract."
Xie Yanchi woke up early the next morning, and was picked up by Wen Ruan and sent the suitcase back to Mingchen Garden.
This time, Wen Ruan was even careful not to let him go upstairs, and said righteously: "If the surveillance camera captures you, it will definitely make my pretty boy misunderstand."
Xie Yanchi laughed angrily: "I was a visitor last night, but tonight is your pretty boy? Wen Xiaoruan, you have a little conscience, it was my brother who coaxed you all night yesterday."
Wen Ruan struggled and said: "But I think the passer-by is more handsome than you..."
Xie Yanchi felt like a tool man with capital letters: "Go away."
When Wen Ruan heard this, she nodded vigorously as if she had received an amnesty, and then happily carried the suitcase and prepared to go upstairs.
But after walking a few steps, he suddenly turned back.
Wen Ruan: "I heard that uncle really asked you to divorce your fiancée?"
Xie Yanchi let out a casual "hmm": "I've embarrassing them so publicly, how could I still keep this engagement?"
After thinking about it, Wen Ruan touched his chin in silence: "Then why is there no news of my parents and Fu's family retiring? Could it be that I am not firm enough?"
Xie Yanchi hesitated to speak.
Wen Ruan thought for a while, and suddenly recalled that Xie Yanchi took a photo with a young model at the airport before leaving home.
Eighth success is that this photo played a vital role!
Wen Ruan made a fist with one hand, and slapped his own palm: "Do you have any handsome brothers over there? Let me take a photo and post it on Moments? Maybe after my parents and the Fu family see it, You will also break off the engagement with me immediately."
Xie Yanchi was silent for a while: "...Why don't you directly consider Fu Zhihuan?"
Wen Ruan: "That's okay. What if my parents trouble him? He is just an ordinary prosecutor, and I don't want him to be affected in the future."
It's pretty easy to worry about others.
Xie Yanchi touched his nose, and asked with mixed emotions: "I want to ask you something, how did you fall in love with Fu Zhihuan?"
"He's pretty."
"Have you ever thought about what if your fiancé is also good-looking?"
"That's different. There can't be anyone better looking than him."
"What if they really look exactly the same?"
Wen Ruan finally felt that Xie Yanchi's question was a bit inexplicable, she raised her eyes and stared at the person in front of her, and said after a long time: "You don't want to say what if Fu Zhihuan and Fu Lu are the same person, do you? "
"..."
"Let me tell you, it must be impossible. You don't know that he once paid for my meal and reminded me to remember it. How can there be such a stingy young master." Wen Ruan said firmly: "If he is Fu Lv, I eat the keyboard upside down."
After speaking, he took the suitcase and left decisively.
"..." Xie Yanchi looked at Wen Ruan's leaving back, lost in thought.
In case my little cousin finds out about Fu Lu's identity one day, there will probably be a fuss.
Xie Yanchi hissed lightly, raised his thumb and pressed the corner of his lips, and sent Fu Zhihuan a message with a smile:
"Mr. Fu, I stayed up all night to help you for a while last night. After all, I have to talk about the morals of the world."
"The phone number is an Alipay account, thank you Fu Ershao."
Soon there was a message back:
"Master Xie colluded with his fiancée to use Wen Ruan to run away from home to act in a play to dissolve the engagement. I've already heard about it."
"The phone number is an Alipay account, thank you so much, young master."
"..." I really met my opponent.
Fu Zhihuan, a well-respected and excellent prosecutor in the Procuratorate, received condolences and visits from countless people today.
Flowers and fruit baskets filled the entire room, and even a wealthy Mrs. Fu directly sent a flower basket and put it in front of the hospital bed. Although a nurse immediately confiscated it for "not complying with the regulations", Zhao Zichen still captured this scene——
Fu Zhihuan was surrounded by flowers, and there were two flower baskets in front of the hospital bed, looking like a flower fairy.
After Zhao Zichen couldn't help laughing out loud for the forty-third time, Fu Zhihuan calmly expressed his opinion: "Get out."
Zhao Zichen rubbed his belly that was sore from laughing: "Don't bring it like this, old master, have you forgotten who stayed with you for a whole night yesterday?"
"Wen Ruan."
"..."
Zhao Zichen gritted his teeth.
What a good brother.
But this time, the two are not just chatting.
"Yesterday you asked me to investigate Peng Mengyin. I didn't expect to find out some tricks." Zhao Zichen pulled out the chair and sat down in front of Fu Zhihuan: "She is a little apprentice under the foot test professor, because of hard work Being valued, the old professor occasionally took her to see the scene of the crime to train her ability."
So, it's not public office.
"Peng Mengyin was transferred here recently. There is nothing to say on her resume, the only thing is...Peng Mengyin's brother was sentenced to death when she was in college."
When Zhao Zichen said this, he frowned deeply: "You should be very familiar with this case. Peng Mengyin's brother was stealing in a small shop, was accidentally discovered, and then impulsively killed the shop owner in a dispute. Husband and wife alone."
Fu Zhihuan remembered the case.
At that time, he was studying with his master, and occasionally he could be brought along to see how the police investigate cases and how the procuratorate works.
In the case that year, because there were no cameras installed in the convenience store and the incident happened very late, the police did not directly lock the suspect at first.
However, Fu Zhihuan judged the personality and habits of the prisoner based on the situation at the scene, and deduced the profile of the suspect, which successfully allowed the police to list Peng Mengyin's brother as a suspect for observation, and finally found key evidence.
Considering the social uproar caused by the case, Peng Mengyin's brother was sentenced to death after the public prosecution opened.
"Even if you didn't sort out the criminal's profile at the time, the police will identify the suspect after the search, but this does not prevent—"
"Peng Mengyin will hate you for this incident."
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