Just like that, Wen Ruan walked into Fu Zhihuan's ward under Zhao Zichen's respectful gaze, and closed the door behind him.
Fu Zhihuan was leaning on the bed and reading a book at the moment, when he saw Wen Ruan coming in, he put down the things in his hand: "Is there someone outside?"
"Well, the young lady who came to your house to pick up clothes yesterday." Wen Ruan put the folder on the cabinet, and then sat down in front of Fu Zhihuan: "They made chicken soup for you, and I heard it started at six or seven in the morning of."
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly: "And then?"
Wen Ruan: "Then I drove him away."
Fu Zhihuan laughed: "Why?"
"It's not good to see her."
Wen Ruan said this calmly, with a calm expression on his face.
She opened the lunch box she brought layer by layer, handed it to Fu Zhihuan, and said righteously: "The main thing is that I also brought you a meal, but it took me two hours to prepare it. So of course she has to be driven away." , otherwise I am not wasting my efforts?"
It's pretty straightforward.
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and smiled helplessly, then his eyes fell on the lunch box in Wen Ruan's hand.
Then, there was silence.
This lunch box is three stories high, with cute pink love patterns printed on it, and a pink piggy that looks like a hair dryer with open arms, which looks like a girly heart.
He had a headache from the shock of this delicate color.
"..."
Seeing Fu Zhihuan's weird expression, Wen Ruan knew that he must have disliked the color of the lunch box.
But this is already the most normal lunch box I found in a small convenience store nearby.
So Wen Ruan explained forcibly: "Don't you think that using this lunch box will make you look very young and childlike? When I bought the lunch box, there was a little brother in the kindergarten who insisted on snatching it from me. Look, I didn't dislike."
Fu Zhihuan gave her a cool look.
"..." That's because you're not the one carrying the meal.
Seeing that Fu Zhihuan still didn't answer, Wen Ruan took the lunch box back angrily, with a grief-stricken expression: "Sure enough, you just want to drink the chicken soup stewed by my young lady."
"Stop."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, reached out to take it, lowered his head, picked up a chopsticks dish, and took a bite.
"..."
He was silent for a while, then raised his head to look at Wen Ruan in front of him, and asked, "Two hours?"
Wen Ruan suddenly felt a little guilty: "That's right."
"The fish-flavored pork shreds and mushroom stewed chicken soup from Xiaoshan Kitchen, the braised fish nuggets and chestnut steamed chicken from Yingchun Restaurant, and the desserts from Sihefang." Fu Zhihuan paused, "You spent two hours?"
"I bought the lunch box!" Wen Ruan straightened her chest and said forcefully, "I even put it on a plate! And I personally watched them bring it out!"
"..."
"Are you dissatisfied? You were scolding me just now, right? Have you already begun to feel disappointed in me?" Wen Ruan put on the grief-stricken look just now: "Sure enough, you still want to Drink chicken soup stewed by others."
"No." Fu Zhihuan had nothing to do with her, so he could only laugh helplessly, and then corrected: "I am not familiar with Peng Mengyin."
"Ok, I know."
Wen Ruan didn't take this matter to heart at all.
While continuing to talk casually, she took out the yogurt she brought to Fu Zhihuan, opened the plastic packaging of the straw, and asked, "Do you want to drink yogurt?"
Fu Zhihuan responded casually: "Yes."
Wen Ruan went on to explain in a rambling manner: "I'm not stupid, so I can't fail to see such an obvious thing. Coupled with Zhao Zichen's reserved expression just now, it's obvious that I'm not familiar with it."
"And if you are familiar with each other, I wouldn't dare to mess around like I did just now."
Although I was angry last night because I didn't know it, but when I rushed to the hospital and saw Fu Zhihuan's miserable appearance, he calmed down a long time ago.
The only thing that makes me angry is that I, a new-age internet-eating power woman who has read a lot of romance novels, was really tricked by this little Bailian's lotus words last night.
What a shame.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan made a vigorous movement of the straw.
The tin foil was punctured, and a few drops were sprinkled on the back of the hand by the way.
She didn't care, she bit the mouth of the straw in one go, sucked hard—
The small yogurt box suddenly collapsed by more than half.
Fu Zhihuan: "... Isn't this for me?"
Wen Ruan was silent for a while: "Yes, but let me help you check if it has expired."
Fu Zhihuan: "And then?"
Wen Ruan's voice became lower and lower: "It's such a small cup, it's gone once you taste it. It's all the fault of the profiteers and manufacturers, and they will close down sooner or later."
How guilty and guilty it is to say this.
Fu Zhihuan chuckled a few times, even his chest seemed to tremble slightly.
After a long time, he rubbed his temples helplessly, and his tone became weaker and weaker: "When I was in college, I was fortunate enough to have a case with my teacher."
"The crime took place in a small town with a relatively low level of economic development. The owner and wife of a convenience store were killed. There were no surveillance cameras and no witnesses."
Wen Ruan was slightly stunned. Although he didn't understand why Fu Zhihuan suddenly mentioned this, he still listened patiently: "And then?"
"According to the portrait of the suspect I inferred, the suspect was locked, and finally through evidence investigation, it was confirmed that the murderer was Peng Mengyin's brother."
Fu Zhihuan turned his head, looked at Wen Ruan, and added calmly: "So, Peng Mengyin must hate me very much."
"...well, that sounds like it."
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, thought for a while, and then suddenly smiled softly: "But if this is the case, the victim's family must be very grateful to you."
Fu Zhihuan raised his long eyelashes, met Wen Ruan's sparkling eyes, and then burst out laughing: "Yeah."
Wen Ruan had to go back to the office in the afternoon, so he didn't stay in the ward for long.
Seeing Wen Ruan leave, Zhao Zichen pushed the door open and entered the ward: "You have to give me a red envelope, I'm afraid of being a light bulb inside, so I kept blowing hot air outside but didn't come in."
Just halfway through the conversation, he saw Fu Zhihuan, who had always been wearing the "Flower of Gaoling" filter, sitting upright on the hospital bed holding a pink piggy lunch box with a hair dryer.
Zhao Zichen immediately took out his mobile phone and recorded the beautiful moment of this moment: "Absolutely, today you are the Baihua Fairy with a childlike innocence."
"..."
Seeing Fu Zhihuan's downcast expression, Zhao Zichen felt happy. He opened the chair and sat down, then asked with a smile, "Although Miss Wen Ruan is quite cute, I haven't guessed yet." You actually like this type."
Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes casually: "What type?"
"Soft girl."
Zhao Zichen often surfs the Internet, and he utters these words in a set way: "When I was in college, I thought that you must be able to hold you down with a cool and hot sister Yu. Although soft girls are cute, but after all I'm still a little squeamish, I can't stand your bad temper."
Although Fu Zhihuan is not often exposed to this kind of vocabulary, he can still guess the meaning of these words.
He put the lunch box in his hand aside, glanced at the rather funny hair dryer pig, and then laughed to himself: "No."
"She is tougher than everyone imagined."
"Miss Wen."
Just as Wen Ruan walked out of the hospital gate, he suddenly heard someone calling him.
When she turned her head, she found that Peng Mengyin hadn't left yet, she was still holding the insulated bucket in her hand, and she was holding her handbag loosely with one hand, smiling gently at herself.
Wen Ruan remembered what Fu Zhihuan had just mentioned, and when he saw Peng Mengyin again, he felt a little complicated.
And some unreasonable displeasure.
In the end, she suppressed her emotions, took a deep breath, and asked with a relaxed smile, "Miss Peng hasn't left yet?"
"Well, it's not easy to wait for the car." Peng Mengyin glanced at his watch: "I just gave up a few cars to others, so I have been standing there until now."
"Well, it's really difficult to wait for the car." Wen Ruan finished his polite words, and was about to end the conversation.
But after a while, Peng Mengyin took the initiative to start the topic that was already over: "Actually, Prosecutor Fu and I went to the same school in college, so I know a lot about him."
Wen Ruan nodded, "Yes."
Then, there was a long silence between the two.
Peng Mengyin didn't go as expected. When Wen Ruan asked, she took a deep breath, turned her head, and the smile on her face was still just right: "I thought Miss Wen would be very interested in Mr. Fu's past experience."
"It's really interesting."
Wen Ruan chuckled, then turned her head and opened her bag, and took out a headphone cable from it.
Peng Mengyin: "In this case, if Miss Wen wants to know, I can tell you."
Wen Ruan turned her head, glanced at her, then half-closed her eyes, showing a faint smile: "Sorry, I don't want to know."
Peng Mengyin was a little taken aback by the unexpected answer.
Wen Ruan turned her head, put on an earphone, and said calmly: "I'm really curious about Fu Zhihuan's past, but I want him to tell me those things himself, because I don't want to learn about him from other people's mouths."
Peng Mengyin gritted his teeth: "But Fu Zhihuan is..."
"Miss Peng." Wen Ruan smiled and raised her mobile phone: "I'm sorry, the car I called has arrived, so I have to go first. If it's difficult to wait for the car, you can use this taxi app."
After speaking, he raised his hand and put on another earphone, and crossed the road.
Looking at Wen Ruan's leaving back, Peng Mengyin clenched his fists subconsciously, and his nails dug deeply into his palm, leaving traces.
After a long time, she let go of her hand again, then took a deep breath and walked in another direction.
As a lawyer, Wen Ruan now has a lot of connections and cases, so she doesn't need to be on duty every day. During this time, she has been running around for Qin Biyang's case, preparing for the trial in a month and a half.
Moreover, taking advantage of Fu Zhihuan's hospitalization, Wen Ruan finally had the opportunity to meet Qin Sushan in a fair manner and go to various specialty stores for passionate consumption.
Although a large amount of money was extorted by Xie Yanchi, the wages from the non-litigation business dealt with before have also arrived in the account, plus there are some small private treasury, so—
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan was shocked, and immediately dispelled her sinful thoughts.
… no! Still want to save money!
However-
"Didn't you say you wanted to save money when you went out today?" Qin Sushan looked at the big and small bags in Wen Ruan's hands, a little suspicious of life.
Wen Ruan didn't dare to say it: "I saved money, didn't you notice that when I went to the supermarket in the end, I refused the 50 cents plastic bag that the cashier wanted to give me?"
"..."
Girls' reasons for consoling themselves to save money are always so unreliable.
According to the usual habit, after Wen Ruan unpacked all the bags, they would stuff them into a small cabinet under the desk, ready to throw them away sometime.
But every time I go out, I will forget. After stocking up like this, it will be so full that even the door of the cabinet can hardly be closed.
Wen Ruan didn't think it was a big problem, anyway, it would take some time for Fu Zhihuan to be discharged from the hospital, as long as he threw it away before he was discharged from the hospital.
And even if he is discharged from the hospital, it may not be possible to find out in advance.
Then Fu Zhihuan was discharged from the hospital early.
When Zhao Zichen sent Fu Zhihuan home, Wen Ruan hadn't come back yet.
The count hadn't seen his master for a long time, and he had been circling around him, acting like a spoiled child.
Fu Zhihuan had nothing to do with it, so he knelt down and rubbed the earl's head.
At this moment, the count suddenly bit his trouser leg, dragged him towards Wen Ruan's room, jumped up and grabbed the doorknob, and opened the door.
"Count, this is Wen Ruan's room." Fu Zhihuan said seriously.
The count turned a deaf ear, and went straight to the cabinet in front of the desk, pulled the door open with his lower paws, and then got in and flopped all over.
"count."
Fu Zhihuan approached, and just as he was about to reprimand him, he heard a crashing sound.
Then, the brand-name packaging bags in the cabinet poured down from the crowded cabinet, scattered all over the floor like a flood.
"..."
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while.
He guessed that the eldest lady would not be able to bear itchy hands and go secretly to buy luxury goods.
But I didn't expect to buy a whole cabinet that couldn't fit these luxury bags.
And at this moment, there was the sound of opening the door from the entrance, and then Wen Ruan's voice sounded: "Zhao Zichen said you were discharged from the hospital, and then I rushed back to celebrate with you, are you happy—wait, what are you doing in my room?" !"
Fu Zhihuan turned his head and gave her a deep look.
Wen Ruan suddenly had an ominous premonition, and rushed to the scene of the crime without even having time to change his slippers.
Then when she saw the packing bags all over the floor, she took a deep breath and almost suffocated.
"You! Violated my right to privacy!" Wen Ruan became furious.
Fu Zhihuan pressed the throbbing brow bone: "Earl—"
"Earl, earl, everything is done by the earl, do you think it is a cat demon?"
At this moment, the Earl triumphantly found a small box of cat snacks from the pile of packaging bags, and proudly brought it to Fu Zhihuan, beckoning him to open it for him.
Wen Ruan: "..."
The cat should never have been fed in the first place.
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That's right.
I am that cat.
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