"Do you suspect that Peng Mengyin is after Wen Ruan?"
Zhao Zichen frowned, and while driving the car, he said with relief: "Don't be in a hurry, I heard from my father before that Wen Ruan knows some self-defense skills? Even if she is really eyeing her, according to Peng Mengyin's As for the auxiliary body, Wen Ruan can handle it too, so nothing serious will happen."
Fu Zhihuan didn't answer, and asked in a deep voice after a long time: "Peng Mengyin comes from a poor family, how can he afford the huge sum of money he gave to the driver?"
Zhao Zichen was silent for a while.
According to the survey, that was a nearly million dollar deal.
According to Peng Mengyin's assets, he absolutely couldn't afford it.
Fu Zhihuan pressed his joints, and his eyes darkened: "Peng Mengyin has not been discovered by the police until now, it means that someone is hiding her."
Zhao Zichen came to his senses: "You mean, she has accomplices?"
An Chu said.
The wind gradually calmed down.
"I have a document that I want to hand over to Mr. Fu."
Peng Mengyin turned sideways with a smile, took out a folder from his satchel, and showed it to Wen Ruan: "By the way, I want to chat with him about work. Is Miss Wen going home just now? We can drop by."
Wen Ruan glanced at the folder, nodded: "OK."
The night was silent.
The two walked side by side on Anchu Road, but they were silent all the way.
Under the dim street lights, only the clear sound of shoes stepping on the gravel road can be heard.
After a long time, Peng Mengyin exhaled suddenly, and said in a pleasant tone: "Mr. Fu must like Miss Wen very much."
Wen Ruan raised his eyelashes: "He never said that."
"It's clear to the bystanders, and I'm a girl. Girls' intuition is always accurate. Of course you can see these things."
Hearing this, Peng Mengyin narrowed his eyes and smiled softly, then suddenly asked for no reason: "But speaking of it, does Miss Wen have any brothers or sisters?"
Wen Ruan paused for a while, she turned her head slightly, glanced at Peng Mengyin lightly, and then said lightly: "There are many cousins, but there is only one who has a particularly good relationship."
Peng Mengyin stretched out his hand to tie his hair, and his tone seemed to be recalling something: "That's it, but my family has no relatives, only one elder brother."
"The family conditions at home are very poor. When I was in junior high school, my parents almost asked me to drop out of school because I had no money. But my brother refused. He said that girls should study hard."
Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her voice trembled slightly: "Then my brother didn't go to school anymore, and he has been working outside to support me in studying. He is very kind to his family, and his parents Seriously ill, the burden of the family is on my elder brother, but he never complained to us. Every time I go home, I will prepare beautiful clothes for me.”
"Miss Wen, can you imagine how important he is to me?"
Peng Mengyin's tone sounded gentle and gentle, and when he narrated this content, people could still feel the sweetness of memories in a trance.
A brother who loves him deeply.
It does sound very homely.
Wen Ruan nodded calmly, and said softly, "Well, I can imagine it."
Speaking of this, she paused for a moment, then raised her eyes and looked forward: "However, Miss Peng, do you want to listen to a piece of advice?"
Peng Mengyin paused: "Advice?"
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes slightly, with a calm expression on her face, and continued to move forward: "Miss Peng, sharp things are too easy to hurt yourself, so it's best not to touch them randomly."
Although it was a flat tone, it made people's spine tense all of a sudden.
Peng Mengyin's heart froze, and his right wrist, which had been quietly inserted in the satchel, suddenly moved.
Wen Ruan turned his eyes slightly, and pressed his brows lightly.
In the next second, he clasped Peng Mengyin's wrist decisively and decisively, twisted his backhand, and a "click" sound could be heard in an instant, and his arm suddenly changed shape.
"boom-"
Wen Ruan clasped the back of Peng Mengyin's neck, raised her knee and hit her pelvis hard with incomparable precision, and then pressed her to the ground.
Before the sharp knife in the satchel could be taken out, it was thrown a few meters away.
Peng Mengyin subconsciously screamed in pain, his face turned pale.
Wen Ruan shook the back of her head and looked at each other calmly: "A girl's intuition is very accurate."
Tears welled up in Peng Mengyin's eyes. She gritted her teeth and said almost word for word: "Wen Ruan, if one day you lose your loved one..."
"Those two people who were killed by your brother back then, their relatives also lost them."
Wen Ruan stared into her eyes, without any ups and downs or sympathy in her tone: "I will never resonate with you, you must know where you are wrong."
The surrounding is very quiet.
And at this moment, Wen Ruan could clearly hear a sudden sound of footsteps approaching from his left back.
She frowned, and turned her head slightly. Before she could turn around completely, she caught a glimpse of a cylindrical steel pipe heading towards her temple from the corner of her eye.
Wen Ruan reacted quickly and raised his arm to block. Although he avoided most of the force, he was hit precisely on his forearm, and he fell to the ground forcefully.
She straightened up with difficulty, but felt that every joint in her joints seemed to be aching.
Wen Ruan raised his eyes and looked in the direction of his attacker.
It's a man.
Even wearing a black T-shirt, you can still see the fleshy tendons all over the body.
Wen Ruan didn't know who this person was, but he could clearly tell that this person should be Peng Mengyin's accomplice.
The man approached Wen Ruan, twirling the steel pipe skillfully in his hands, and then straightened his arms, as if preparing to knock it down neatly.
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, and clasped her ten fingers on the ground slightly.
I have a chance to escape.
But judging by his size, he couldn't go head-to-head with this man.
And at this moment, dazzling headlights came from afar.
Then there was a harsh screeching sound.
"Miss Wen!"
Zhao Zichen's anxious voice came.
And in the next second, the door of the passenger seat was pushed open.
A shadow leaped past with a sharp sound of wind, and then came the sound of a violent impact.
Fu Zhihuan grabbed the man by the neckline and slammed it against the nearest wall, so fierce that even the veins on his neck were clearly defined.
As soon as he raised his hand, he strangled the man's neck and tightened his hand inch by inch.
The man's face turned red to the naked eye, like a fish dying of suffocation, kicking the ground with his feet.
Zhao Zichen got out of the car in a hurry, and while supporting Wen Ruan, he reminded loudly, "Old Fu!"
But at this moment, Peng Mengyin, who had been lying on the ground, raised his head and came to his senses.
She stretched her hand forward to hold the knife a few meters away from her, and stabbed straight at Fu Zhihuan before he turned around.
Wen Ruan's pupils shrank, and she screamed, "Fu Zhihuan!"
Fu Zhihuan pressed his eyebrows and turned his head.
There was a brief silence.
From Wen Ruan's point of view, he didn't know if the knife really pierced Fu Zhihuan's waist.
But you can vaguely see some blood splashed on the ground.
A sense of uneasiness surged into my brain, and painful emotions came before reason.
The tip of Wen Ruan's nose was slightly sore, she gritted her teeth and stood up, rushing towards Fu Zhihuan.
The closer you get, the clearer the blood that slid down your wrist.
Wen Ruan opened his mouth, but before he could speak, tears rolled down his face.
Zhao Zichen also rushed forward, quickly controlled Peng Mengyin's movements, and put handcuffs on her.
"Why are you crying?"
Fu Zhihuan chuckled suddenly, and when he saw Zhao Zichen coming, he let go of his hand and showed Wen Ruan, "Here."
Wen Ruan was slightly startled, then heaved a sigh of relief.
The sharp knife did not penetrate Fu Zhihuan's body.
When Peng Mengyin came over, he quickly grasped the handle of the knife and easily blocked her force.
However, the palm of the hand still inevitably brushed against the sharp edge, leaving a bloodstain.
The police car arrived.
A police officer in uniform came down and took Peng Mengyin and the man into the police car.
Some medical staff also came to help Fu Zhihuan get into the police car and treated the wound urgently.
Although Wen Ruan didn't see any blood on his body.
But the two bruises left by the heavy blow on the forearm had already begun to swell.
While letting the medical staff apply the ointment without saying a word, she gritted her teeth and turned her head. The corners of her eyes were still red, but she didn't speak a word to Fu Zhihuan.
Seeing that Wen Ruan was safe, Fu Zhihuan finally let go of his heart, and wiped off the crystals from the corners of her eyes with his thumb: "Are you scared?"
"without."
Wen Ruan glanced at Fu Zhihuan's old wound that was torn because of the action just now, and an inexplicable fear surged up: "What are you doing so impulsively? I can dodge that moment just now, and even if I can't dodge, I won't be seriously injured."
"No matter what you do, it's better than turning you into what you are now. That sharp knife almost-"
"I'm not fine."
Fu Zhihuan laughed lowly, with a hint of a joke in his tone: "Don't worry, I won't be stabbed by a woman."
"You just got out of the hospital!"
While Wen Ruan was talking, for some reason, the tip of her nose became more sour, and the tears she had just stopped fell again: "Can you take care of your body a little bit, don't be so emotional."
Although he knew that Fu Zhihuan was not to be blamed.
But Wen Ruan didn't know why, but couldn't control his emotions.
It seemed that as long as he thought that Fu Zhihuan would be sent to the hospital for emergency treatment because he almost got stabbed, he would feel panic and fear for no reason.
When I confronted Peng Mengyin and that person alone, I never felt this kind of fear.
The medical staff treated the wound briefly, raised their eyes and quietly glanced at the two people, then slipped out of the car knowingly, and closed the door for them.
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, looking deeply at Wen Ruan in front of him.
Wen Ruan also looked back at him, his eyes did not give in at all.
After a long time, Fu Zhihuan seemed to sigh, then raised his hand to clasp the back of her head, and said softly, "I know."
"You know and..."
"But if something happens to you, I'll feel like I'm responsible."
Fu Zhihuan led Wen Ruan in his direction, lowered his head, and pressed it against her forehead, then said in a deep voice, "I know you can protect yourself, but that doesn't hinder me. I don't want you to suffer another injury."
For Fu Zhihuan, this has never been an equivalent exchange of minor injuries and serious injuries.
The atmosphere became quiet in an instant.
The air-conditioning in the car was very strong, but Wen Ruan felt as if streams of heat were rushing around, enveloping every inch of his body.
She and Fu Zhihuan have never been so close.
Their foreheads touched, as if they could clearly feel each other's breathing.
…this guy is always so foul.
Every time I talk to him seriously, I use this trick to interfere with myself.
unacceptable.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan felt even more aggrieved.
She sniffled, stretched out her hand to press Fu Zhihuan's shoulder, her voice was slightly choked: "You are always like this."
Fu Zhihuan had nothing to do with her: "How about me?"
Wen Ruan didn't bother to act any more, so he simply broke the jar and said, "You can clearly see that I like you, so you just use this to seduce me by saying nonsense every day! Scumbag!"
"..."
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then lowered his eyes.
Seeing his appearance, Wen Ruan knew that there was a high probability that he would change the subject to avoid questions.
So she turned her head angrily, not looking into his eyes.
However, in the next second, Wen Ruan suddenly heard a low laugh from the person in front of him.
Still laughing
Wen Ruan asked angrily, "What are you laughing at?"
"seduce?"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelashes, and with a smile in his peach eyes, he repeated these two words with a low voice.
Wen Ruan said confidently, "That's right!"
Fu Zhihuan pursed his lower lip, then raised his hand to hold the back of Wen Ruan's head again, pulling her closer.
Then kissed her lips.
The scorching breath had a hint of encroachment, and they pulled each other closer.
Wen Ruan's pupils dilated in an instant.
The warm air flow spread, and the surroundings were surprisingly quiet for a moment.
It seems that everything is swallowed into the white light at this moment, and only each other is alive.
heartbeat.
The temperature rises.
After a long time, Fu Zhihuan let go of Wen Ruan's grip on the back of the head, straightened up, with a hoarse voice, and said with a smile, "Child, this is called seduction."
"..."
Wen Ruan was like a dumb cannon fire, with her head drooping. She was so arrogant just now, but now she can't even make a sound.
This man is too much!
It completely messed up my train of thought.
And just when she finally plucked up the courage to ask a straightforward question, a light cough suddenly came from outside the window.
Turning his head, Zhao Zichen stood outside with a numb face.
"It may be unbelievable to say it, but I feel that when things develop into a romantic drama, I still have to interrupt you."
"Old Fu, the process on our side still needs to be completed."
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