Seeing that the commotion between the couple is getting louder and louder, the crowd of onlookers is also getting bigger and bigger.
"What kind of clothes do you buy? Who do you want to show yourself when you wear these fancy clothes?"
"...It's my birthday today, so I want to buy some clothes as gifts."
"What kind of birthday is it? I ran out to wander around without cooking at home. If you have this money to buy clothes, why not give it to me to socialize."
The reprimand was accompanied by the whimpering of a female voice, causing the onlookers to frown and whisper.
"Why is this man like this? My wife still loses her temper on her birthday."
"Did you see the wounds on this woman's face? Her arms are all covered... Is this probably domestic violence?"
"It's so pitiful, I really can't stand it."
But when the husband forcibly dragged his wife to leave, passers-by still turned sideways to give way. Although some people spoke a few words of persuasion, but seeing that it had no effect, they also kept silent.
After all, it is a matter between husband and wife, even if other people think it is inappropriate, they have no way to intervene.
Not to mention hard work, it's easy to get frustrated.
And just when the two were about to walk out of the commercial street, Wen Ruan reached out and grabbed the woman's wrist, pulling her back.
Wen Ruan raised his head and glanced at the couple, then fixed his eyes on his wife's face. She was silent for a while, and then suddenly smiled: "I just saw that there is a store in front of you that is on sale, and the clothes are very beautiful, do you want to take you to see it?"
The wife was slightly stunned, and before she could speak, she heard the husband on the side say impatiently: "What clothes are you looking at? What are you doing with all that money? Hey, little girl, I'm taking my wife home now, so don't stop me."
"Since it's her birthday, why are you in such a hurry to go home? I just think this young lady thinks it's a hit, why don't I give it to her after picking out the clothes, which can be regarded as a birthday present."
Wen Ruan laughed, but her tone still sounded gentle, but she didn't let go of her wife's hand: "However, if you are in a hurry, sir, you can go home first."
The husband frowned, his face turned livid, but he didn't say a word, he just pulled the woman to move on.
The woman didn't move, but struggled to resist.
As if he had sensed his wife's resistance, the husband's face became a little colder, and he twisted his head violently, as if he was about to yell at him.
However, Wen Ruan turned around abruptly, switched places between himself and the wife, and stood between them.
She looked into the man's eyes without giving up in the slightest. After a long time, he turned around and asked softly the sobbing woman behind him, "Do you want to walk with me?"
The wife sobbed and nodded slightly.
In fact, Wen Ruan's attitude was not very tough at the beginning, because he considered the particularity of this matter.
And now that she got a clear call for help, her tone became sharper: "Sir, please go back by yourself."
The husband's anger was on the verge of the limit visible to the naked eye, and there was a bit of a strong sexiness in his tone, coupled with that rough voice, it became even more deafening: "This is our family's business, can you stop meddling in your own business here? ! Come back with me! Go!"
After finishing speaking, he stretched out his hand and clasped his wife's shoulder without any explanation.
Wen Ruan frowned, but before she could speak, a hand suddenly grabbed the husband's arm.
Black cuffs, bony wrists, even when exerting a slight force, you can see very clear joints and veins.
Although there was no excessive movement, he blocked her husband's strength in an instant.
Fu Zhihuan's thin lips were tightly pursed, and his dark eyes were fixed on the face of the man in front of him. Although he hadn't said a word yet, he was already very intimidating.
"Whatever your relationship with this woman is, she has the right to decide whether she wants to leave with you."
His tone was steady and his expression was cold.
Fu Zhihuan was half a head taller than this man, and with the sharpness between his brows, the man who was still fierce just now was dumbfounded, and he withdrew his hand unnaturally.
He swallowed, then glared fiercely at the woman behind Wen Ruan, then turned and left.
After the people left, Fu Zhihuan turned his head, looked at Wen Ruan without saying a word, and then raised his chin expressionlessly at her.
Although she didn't say a word, Wen Ruan could still understand the meaning of this look - "In just the blink of an eye, you're pretty good at running around?"
Wen Ruan shrank her neck, and the imposing expression she had when facing others just now seemed to be drowned by a bucket of water: "...Actually, I called you, but you walked too fast and I couldn't keep up."
"Heaven and earth conscience, you are almost 1.9 meters, and I am only 1.6 meters! I can't keep up with your normal walking. I blame you for being too tall anyway!"
Fu Zhihuan laughed dumbly.
She would rather find a way for herself to step down.
But right now, it's obviously not the time to win or lose in this matter.
Fu Zhihuan turned his eyes slightly, moved to the choking woman behind Wen Ruan, and gestured with his gaze.
Wen Ruan would feel sorry, she turned around and bent down, stretched out her hand and patted the wife's shoulder lightly, then lowered her voice to sound softer: "Miss sister, for matters of the nature of domestic violence, others Your help is never as decisive as your own. You have to tell me first, do you want to end the relationship with your husband? "
The wife nodded while wiping her red eye sockets.
Wen Ruan straightened up, took out a card from his pocket, and handed it to the woman: "Then, you should now go to the hospital for a medical examination and issue a certificate. The nature of domestic violence is the crime of intentional injury, and you can file a complaint with the court." For divorce proceedings, if you need a lawyer, you can contact this address."
The wife lowered her eyes: "But it's hard for an upright official to break up housework..."
Wen Ruan said calmly: "That's why there are laws."
Hearing these words, Fu Zhihuan's eyelids moved slightly imperceptibly, he lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan.
She was very serious when she said this, and she looked at the wife's eyes with firm eyes. The slender eyelashes cast shadows on her clean and beautiful face without makeup.
And at this moment, a group of people suddenly descended from a car.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, turned his head, and found a group of people dressed as TV stations, holding microphones and radios, and quickly surrounded them.
what's the situation? ?
Before Wen Ruan could react, the microphone was directly handed to her.
"Hello, lady! Sorry, we are actually Jiangcheng Satellite TV's "Human Observation" program group. This couple is actually our actors. The purpose is to observe what happens when people witness domestic violence. What a reaction."
The smiling female hostess said apologetically, "Thank you very much for your help just now. Is there anything you want to say to the audience?"
"..."
audience
On TV
Wen Ruan was silent.
She touched her cheek.
... without makeup.
hateful.
Just got off the train, no makeup.
She thought for a long time, and then said slowly: "...your TV station."
The host, including other staff members, pricked up their ears nervously.
"Can you turn on the beauty filter?"
"..."
Fu Zhihuan rubbed his temples.
...He knew that Wen Ruan would say something earth-shattering.
In fact, he wasn't surprised that this was a show, because Fu Zhihuan sensed something was wrong when he helped out just now.
Although the husband's tone and expression sounded fierce, he didn't use any dirty words, which didn't sound like the state of a quarrel.
Now I know why.
Because of programs with dirty words, the TV station will not pass the review.
When the host heard Wen Ruan's words, he paused for two seconds, and then laughed: "Hahahaha Miss Sister, you are really photogenic, and you look good without the beauty filter."
After finishing speaking, she changed the subject and immediately turned to Fu Zhihuan who was beside her: "Is this gentleman your boyfriend? He looks so handsome, you two really match well."
"No." Fu Zhihuan.
"Not yet." Wen Ruan.
"..."
"..."
There was silence all around.
Fu Zhihuan: "There is no need to add the first two words."
Wen Ruan: "Why is it unnecessary?! I am very strict in what I say and do!"
The program group on the side was silent, and the director who was far away in the control room in the earphones raised his voice and directed emphatically: "Take a picture of the faces of these two people! Give me a close-up! A close-up! These two are so good-looking and talkative Passers-by can’t find it even with a lantern! Cut it out for me and put it on Weibo! This issue is definitely going to be a blast!”
"What is the host doing here? Hurry up and ask more questions and interview a few more words, lest people run away in a while!"
The host shuddered, and immediately handed over the microphone again: "What does this gentleman do?"
Fu Zhihuan glanced at the camera, his eyebrows were slightly pressed, and he seemed not used to speaking in front of the camera.
Seeing that the person next to him hadn't said anything for a long time, Wen Ruan spoke up for him, "He's the prosecutor."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at her.
The host was taken aback.
It seems that this observation operation is really a stroke of luck.
This pair of passers-by may be the most handsome group since the program was planned.
Even in the entertainment circle, she is not inferior to the appearance of a star. The camera cuts to the two of them, as if a filter has been applied, and every frame is a screenshot.
Forget it, I didn't expect that this man's occupation is quite special. If he directly typed it on the title of this episode, the click-through rate would definitely skyrocket.
So the host asked right away: "Then, is this young lady's job also related to legal affairs?"
Wen Ruan was about to answer, but heard a clear and cold male voice from the side.
"No, she's a domestic worker."
"..."
This vengeful man is too vicious.
After sending off the program group, about twenty minutes had passed.
Before leaving, the host also kindly reminded that this episode will be broadcast on time at 7:00 tomorrow night, and the two can watch it.
...Wen Ruan didn't really want to watch it.
She was so annoyed by Fu Zhihuan's words "domestic worker" just now.
It is indeed wrong to indulge in beauty.
Wen Ruan decided to withdraw her favorability for this man.
Thinking of this, she still raised her head, trying to make Fu Zhihuan feel guilty with her sharp eyes.
"Didi—"
An electric car ran through the crowded commercial street, almost brushing the bodies of passers-by and speeding past, causing a burst of complaints and scolding.
Wen Ruan looked up on his own, without noticing it at all.
Fu Zhihuan was keenly aware of the electric car approaching from the corner of his eye. He frowned slightly, raised his hand to grab Wen Ruan's shoulder, and led her in his direction.
The center of gravity of the body tilted suddenly, and Wen Ruan was startled, only to feel that his shoulder hit Fu Zhihuan's chest unexpectedly.
"Om—"
The car brushed past Wen Ruan, and the rearview mirror hit the knuckle of Fu Zhihuan's middle finger, scratching a small piece of skin.
Fu Zhihuan didn't even frown, but just withdrew the hand that supported Wen Ruan without saying a word, glanced at his wound calmly, and then naturally lowered his arms by his side: "Pay attention to the road."
"..."
The girl's heart is very spineless and revived.
What does it mean to be tempted for a second is to be tempted for a lifetime!
This is!
Wen Ruan clasped his hands together and pressed them into fists against his chest, trying to suppress his beating heart. After a long time, he took a deep breath and said, "I'll buy you a band-aid..."
Before she could finish her sentence, she was startled, suddenly thought of something, stopped her steps, and stood still on the spot.
Fu Zhihuan: "What's the matter?"
Wen Ruan: "Do you feel that I seem to have forgotten something?"
Fu Zhihuan: "..."
My Hermes red limited suitcase!
My LV Dauphine handbag! !
The author has something to say: The setting is taken from the show "How would you do it"