Desperate Pretense At Being Poor

Chapter 45

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Wen Ruan opened the suitcase and hung her clothes back to the closet one by one.

The count has been circling around her feet, rubbing his little head against her arm from time to time, calling out in a childish voice.

It seemed that he really missed her.

Wen Ruan was quite moved, so she stretched out her arms and hugged the Earl, pressing against his forehead: "Miss me?"

The earl cried out sweetly, stretched out his little tongue and licked Wen Ruan's face, then jumped off her hand, bit her pant leg and walked outside.

Wen Ruan lamented that all things have animism, pets can really heal people's hearts, and followed the earl out.

Then, she watched the earl rush to the side of the food box, put his head on the empty bowl, and his cry was sweeter than before.

"Meow-"

"..."

Wen Ruan withdrew the emotion she had just felt.

Sure enough, it was carved out of the same mold as the owner.

But despite thinking this way, she still took out the cat food from the cupboard and poured it into the food box.

The count wagged his tail and crunched the cat food.

Wen Ruan sighed helplessly, knelt down, followed the cat behind the Earl, and then looked up at the empty living room.

She recalled the conversation with Xie Yanchi just now, she lowered her eyes, her thoughts flooded for a while.

no.

It can't go on like this.

So Wen Ruan gritted his teeth lightly, stood up and walked to the window sill, took a deep breath, and then dialed his father's phone very seriously.

The phone was connected after a few rings.

In order to avoid being disturbed by her father's words, Wen Ruan decided to preemptively strike, so she said almost immediately the moment she got connected: "Mr. Wen Fengchen, I want to inform you of something."

"Attention, it's a notice, not a discussion."

"Although I don't know what you are thinking these days, I hope you will immediately end my marriage contract with Master Fu. I can now rely on my own ability to live independently, so I also hope to choose someone I like."

"I have someone I like now. Although he is just an ordinary prosecutor and we are not together yet, I have made a decision. I hope you can end the engagement immediately so that I can formally propose to the person I like. Pursue."

Wen Ruan's words are full of confidence, and he thinks that his words are clear and logical, and they are very intimidating.

She is very satisfied with this speech.

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone.

After a long time, a slightly trembling female voice came: "Miss, Mr. Wen is in a meeting now, why don't you call later, or... I'll tell you now?"

"..."

Wen Ruan quickly hung up the phone. He was still straight and full of spirit just now. After hearing the voice of his father's office assistant, he squatted down for a moment, and his whole body huddled into a small ball, his face flushed as if All I could hear was my heart beating violently.

After a long time, I finally couldn't hold back—

"Ahhh!!"

It's so embarrassing.

He actually shook all his old roots in front of outsiders.

And it was in front of a small assistant who was working in an office!

A female assistant like this who is active on the front line of gossip will definitely tell her good sister quietly immediately after knowing this.

A good sister will tell a good sister.

Rounding it up, doesn't it mean that the whole company knows that Miss Wen's family is going to chase someone?

When Wen Ruan thought of this scene, goose bumps all over her body in embarrassment.

This is really embarrassing.

It was all the fault of the second young master of the Fu family that things turned out like this, if I saw him one day, I would definitely tear him up.

And at this moment, when a call came, Wen Ruan picked it up without even looking at it, and her tone was a little displeased because of what happened just now: "Hello? Is there something wrong?"

From the other end came Fu Zhihuan's soft low smile: "Why are you unhappy again?"

Wen Ruan put away her depressed mood immediately: "It's okay, it's just that the Earl jumped and stepped on my hair just now."

"Yeah." Fu Zhihuan wrote lightly, "I'll go home and train it."

"..."

Wen Ruan suddenly became hoarse, and she slowly buried her head in her armpit, her cheeks flushed slightly.

This man is definitely seducing himself.

It's horrible.

Fu Zhihuan: "Are you at home?"

"Um."

"Can you bring me a document? It's on the desk in the study."

Wen Ruan said yes, then went up to the second floor and opened the door of the study.

She subconsciously glanced at Tao Xun placed on the table, and then immediately looked away: "Is that the yellow file bag?"

"Yes, check to see if the date is from the day before yesterday."

Wen Ruan held the phone between her shoulders, picked up the folder, and was about to flip through it when she heard a cat meowing from the door.

She looked up and found that the count was standing outside the door, and walked in with his head poking around.

"Wait, count, you can't enter the study."

Wen Ruan subconsciously put down the thing in her hand, and was about to walk up to the earl and carry it out.

There are too many fragile valuables in the study room. Cats are naturally fond of flapping and crawling, and it is easy to crash things.

But the count didn't seem to hear, he jumped past Wen Ruan, jumped onto the desk, and then stepped on his paws to jump to a higher bookcase.

Wen Ruan suddenly felt a bad premonition: "Wait a minute, don't jump—"

However, before he finished speaking, the count jumped up, stepped on the glass cover with Tao Xun, and rushed to the top of the bookshelf.

The tray at the bottom of the glass cover was originally close to the edge of the table, but at this moment it was shaken so that half of it went out of the boundary, and then fell to the ground due to gravity.

Wen Ruan reached out to help, but it was too late because of the distance.

"boom-"

The glass cover fell to the ground and shattered.

"What's wrong, Wen Ruan?"

Fu Zhihuan's voice came from the mobile phone on the table.

Wen Ruan squatted down and picked up Tao Xun from a pile of broken glass.

Tao Xun has always been fragile, although this time it was lucky that it would not fall to pieces, but a crack crawled out on it, and a piece of the blow hole was also broken.

"Wen Ruan?"

Fu Zhihuan's voice could still be vaguely heard through the receiver of the mobile phone.

Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, recalling the embarrassment in Fu Zhihuan's eyes when he mentioned Tao Xun a few days ago, and the tone of his voice when he seriously said the words "it's for a very important person", and suddenly The five flavors are mixed.

Fu Zhihuan will be very angry if he breaks the things that Fu Zhihuan gave to important people.

Wen Ruan thought about this, and stood up after a long time, picked up the phone, and said after a long silence: "...Sorry, I didn't close the door of the study, the earl knocked off the Tao Xun on the desk."

There was a long silence on the phone.

Wen Ruan's eyelashes trembled slightly, the surrounding air seemed to be frozen, only the sound of her own light breathing could be heard.

Her voice trembled slightly: "I'm really sorry, I can find good handwork..."

"Don't touch the glass."

After a long time, I heard Fu Zhihuan's steady and calm voice from the other end: "Did you scratch your hand?"

Wen Ruan was slightly startled: "No."

"Well, that's good." Fu Zhihuan chuckled, and then said lightly: "It's okay, I'll let the temporary aunt handle the broken glass, don't touch it yourself, it's easy to get hurt."

Wen Ruan could tell that Fu Zhihuan had no intention of blaming himself.

But it made her inexplicably more uncomfortable. She carefully placed Tao Xun on the desk, and said softly, "Sorry."

"Wen Ruan, you don't have to apologize to me, it's not your responsibility."

Fu Zhihuan's tone sounded like it was really just an insignificant matter, and he said slowly: "And this is a gift from a long time ago, so it should be put away."

hang up the phone.

Wen Ruan could tell that although Fu Zhihuan's tone sounded lighthearted, he could still feel that he was not indifferent to Tao Xun.

She took a deep breath, leaned down to observe Tao Xun's appearance carefully, then took out her mobile phone to take a picture, then opened Xie Yanchi's WeChat, and posted the picture in the past.

[Wen Ruan]: Do you know where there is a place to customize Tao Xun

[Xie Yanchi]: ...Do you really think of me as a tool

[Wen Ruan]: "Transfer 50000.00"

[Xie Yanchi]: What's the matter, let me ask for you.

After Fu Zhihuan hung up the phone, he casually put the phone aside, closed his eyes and leaned against the wall, raised his hand and squeezed his brow bone.

When Wen Ruan said this, his reaction was indeed much calmer than expected.

This is not a bad thing.

In the past, he always put Tao Xun in the most conspicuous place.

It's not so much a nostalgia, it's more like a knot in my heart that I never let go of.

Fu Zhihuan didn't find out until today.

I don't know when it started, my life is not just the past.

"What's the matter?" Zhao Zichen poured two glasses of water and passed one of them over: "Because of Peng Mengyin's matter?"

"without."

Fu Zhihuan opened his eyes and took the glass of water: "Over the years, there have been many people who have hated me, so don't worry too much about one of them."

Zhao Zichen laughed: "You can think about it."

He turned around and leaned against the edge of the bed, took a sip of warm water, and casually said something like a heart-to-heart: "But I suddenly remembered that I haven't seen your family members much since college. It was a car accident after all. You really don't care. Talk to your parents?"

Fu Zhihuan twitched the corners of his lips, and said in a casual tone, "No need, isn't this dead? I don't want them to worry about it."

"You nonsense."

Zhao Zichen frowned and sighed: "Forget it, I'm too lazy to persuade you."

When it was time for ward rounds, several doctors and nurses in white coats came in to routinely check Fu Zhihuan's physical condition.

Zhao Zichen tactfully withdrew and waited at the door.

After a long time, I suddenly heard footsteps coming towards the ward.

Zhao Zichen thought it was Wen Ruan, so he raised his head and subconsciously said, "The doctor is investigating..."

"Fu Jian is already awake?"

Holding the thermos bucket in his hand, Peng Mengyin glanced into the ward, then the corners of his lips rose slightly, and he looked quite like a good wife and mother: "Brother, I made some chicken soup and prepared I ordered some white rice porridge."

Zhao Zichen's words stuck in his throat.

Although Peng Mengyin was indeed suspected, the knowledge was based on Fu Zhihuan and his own speculation, and there was no evidence to prove that she was the murderer who planned the car accident.

It is not a good thing to deliberately scare the snake now, or to treat it recklessly with alienation.

"Fu Jian just woke up from a car accident. It would be better to eat something nutritious, so I got up early this morning to prepare..."

While speaking, Peng Mengyin stretched out his index finger and gently wiped his cheeks, his tone sounded a little cautious: "Brother, you won't blame me for making my own decisions?"

"..."

It was only then that Zhao Zichen realized that what some women said really felt like they couldn't be rejected.

But at this moment, suddenly a clear voice came from far to near, and then Wen Ruan walked over from the end of the corridor.

She held a folder in one hand and a food box in the other.

"Hey? Mr. Zhao, is this young lady your girlfriend?"

Zhao Zichen looked in Wen Ruan's direction as if seeing a savior.

Hearing this familiar voice, Peng Mengyin's back stiffened, and his eyes drooped imperceptibly, but after a while, he straightened up as if nothing had happened, turned his head, and said with a smile: "So it's Miss Wen Ruan."

Wen Ruan stood still in front of Peng Mengyin, glanced at her, then twitched the corners of her lips, and smiled generously: "Hello."

"Hello." Peng Mengyin nodded and said with a low smile, "But I'm still single now, not Mr. Zhao's girlfriend."

"That's it." Wen Ruan was thoughtful, she bent down, took a closer look at the thermos in Peng Mengyin's hand, and then said with a smile, "Is this for Fu Zhihuan?"

Peng Mengyin nodded: "Yes."

"What a coincidence." Wen Ruan smiled and raised the bento box in her hand: "I prepared it too."

Peng Mengyin pursed his lips, with a gentle smile on his face: "Then..."

"Then please let this young lady give me this opportunity." Wen Ruan still had a smile in her eyes, she raised her index finger, put it between her lips, and made a small hint: "No way, I I'm chasing Prosecutor Fu, so you must understand, right?"

Peng Mengyin: "..."

The smile on Wen Ruan's face was just right, the kind that looked sweet and non-aggressive, making it impossible to refuse.

Peng Mengyin lowered his eyes and said after a long time, "Okay."

Wen Ruan narrowed her eyes, "Thank you."

You don't have to compare me to anyone who knows more about white lotus flowers.

I never lose.

The author has something to say: Kavin has been stuck very badly recently.

After finishing this chapter, I feel much better. I will try to set a fixed update time from tomorrow.

I'm really sorry for making everyone wait and there is no fixed time! !

I will speed up the adjustment!

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