Xie Yanchi stretched out his hand to hold on to the door frame, wrapped his index finger around the car key ring, and twirled it skillfully: "I really owed you, my ancestor, in my last life, to toss people like this in the middle of the night all day long."
Wen Ruan pursed her lips, and when she heard this, she just raised her eyes slightly, with a hint of a sneer in her eyes.
This is the first time she has put such a straightforward chill in her eyes.
"Better than this, tell me first—"
Wen Ruan laughed suddenly, with some scrutiny in his eyes: "Xie Yanchi, when did you know that Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu's?"
"..."
Xie Yanchi hissed, and rubbed his hair casually: "Actually, I met Fu Lu once when I was in junior high school. The day I just got off the plane and was in the law firm, I felt a little familiar when I saw Fu Zhihuan. So I sent someone to inquire about it."
Wen Ruan raised her eyebrows: "Then you lied to me with him?"
"How can it be called cheating?"
Xie Yanchi leaned against the door frame as if he had no bones: "Didn't you see that you like him so much, so you didn't expose it?"
"You fart." Wen Ruan showed a standard smile: "You just want to take this matter and take this opportunity to extort Fu Zhihuan's money."
Xie Yanchi: "..."
Angry women have really high IQs.
Wen Ruan lowered his head and tidied up his things, took the suitcase out without saying a word, and took it to the door neatly.
The action was much more decisive than last time.
Xie Yanchi pressed his temple helplessly, with a sense of laziness all over his body, he straightened up and followed: "Don't wait for him to come back and say something?"
"There is nothing to say."
Wen Ruan pressed the elevator floor, her tone could not hear the ups and downs of emotion: "Do I have anything to do with him?"
Xie Yanchi glanced at Wen Ruan next to him from the corner of his eye, and crossed Fu Zhihuan in his heart.
My cousin is angry in many ways, but most of the time she will go straight and get into a fight with someone arrogantly.
However, often, this kind of anger dissipates the fastest, and after venting emotions, I immediately turn to the page and don't take it to heart.
But if it is as calm as it is now, it will be cold and indifferent to ask anything.
That must be the toughest trouble.
Xie Yanchi raised his eyelashes, and suddenly said in a low voice for no reason: "Although I really don't want to help that kid from the Fu family. But when you moved away a few days ago, he called me."
"I can tell that Fu Lu likes you."
"Ding-"
The elevator doors open.
Wen Ruan walked in, pressed the floor without saying a word, and then said abruptly: "Xie Yanchi, I will indeed be angry that Fu Lu didn't come to the engagement banquet, and I will lose face."
"But I don't think it's a big deal, because in such a marriage contract, no matter which party is the victim."
Xie Yanchi lowered his eyes, turned his gaze, and looked at Wen Ruan.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, and the hand holding the suitcase trembled slightly: "There is no girl who does not care about face, so although I may speak ill of Fu Lu, I also know that he is not responsible."
The red numbers on the elevator jumped down, and there was silence in the claustrophobic space, even Wen Ruan's soft breathing could be heard.
"So I'm not angry because Fu Zhihuan is Fu Lu."
Wen Ruan raised her eyelashes and clenched her fists: "What makes me angry is that Fu Zhihuan knows that I like him so much, but he is still unwilling to confess his identity to me until now."
Xie Yanchi frowned, his throat moved slightly, and he felt his throat was a little itchy.
He is not good at persuading people.
After thinking about it, just as he was about to speak, his eyes turned away, but he happened to see the two plasters on Wen Ruan's arms.
Xie Yanchi frowned: "Are you injured?"
Wen Ruan glanced at his forearm, and said lightly: "It's okay, I took a little hit, it's not particularly serious."
Xie Yanchi's voice was low: "Because of Fu Zhihuan?"
Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip, but said nothing.
Just as the elevator in front of her opened, she straightened her back, pulled the suitcase and walked straight out.
Xie Yanchi's car was very recognizable, Wen Ruan stopped at the trunk, and struggled to lift his arms to carry the suitcase.
"I come."
Xie Yanchi approached her, frowned and took it: "Sit in the car, what are you fussing about?"
Wen Ruan had already booked the train ticket.
Sitting in the passenger seat, she looked down at the injury on her arm.
I don't know why, every time I look at it, I always think of the scene a few hours ago, and the words Fu Zhihuan said while pressing his forehead.
Then it will be a little softer.
But after such a moment of softening, he suddenly remembered that before today, he knew nothing about Fu Zhihuan.
I don't know his background, don't know his relatives, and don't know his circle of friends.
After discovering that Fu Zhihuan was his fiancé Fu Lu, Wen Ruan still knew nothing about him.
Fu Zhihuan never seemed to intend to tell her about himself.
Why did you move to Jiangcheng
Why not contact the family
What is the origin of that Tao Xun on the desk who always makes Fu Zhihuan look sad
He always hides everything.
Wen Ruan felt that she was the only one, eager to share everything about herself with the person she liked.
All the way silent.
Xie Yanchi didn't ask any more questions, but when he arrived at the train station, he stopped and reminded: "We're here."
But he didn't hear the voice of the person behind him.
Xie Yanchi frowned and turned his head.
But at a glance, Wen Ruan lowered his head, and there was no light in his eyes, as if he was in a trance.
"Wen Ruan." Xie Yanchi shouted.
Wen Ruan sniffled: "It's okay."
Xie Yanchi turned his head and tapped on the steering wheel: "Uncle, he loves you very much. If you want to dissolve the engagement, he will agree."
Wen Ruan didn't say anything.
Xie Yanchi glanced at her from the corner of his eye: "You don't want to?"
Wen Ruan remained silent.
After the two were silent for a long time, Wen Ruan suddenly shrunk herself into a ball, resting her chin on her knees, her eyes full of disappointment: "I'm so spineless."
"How to say?"
"Even if you're so angry, you still can't hate Fu Zhihuan."
After Fu Zhihuan returned home after the infusion, he brought Wen Ruan a supper.
It is her favorite. The wontons, vinegar and peppers in the night market not far from the neighborhood are doubled.
However, after opening the door, they found that the room was pitch black.
Even the earl is taking a nap on the cat climbing frame at this moment.
Fu Zhihuan smiled helplessly, put the wontons on the coffee table, and turned on the light in the living room.
That's right, it's so late, the little girl should also rest.
He took off his coat, put it on the sofa, poured a glass of water, and walked lightly to go back to the bedroom.
But when Fu Zhihuan looked up at the door of Wen Ruan's room, he was suddenly stunned.
The door of Wen Ruan's room was wide open.
And there was no one inside.
Fu Zhihuan turned his head and saw the engagement ring box in the center of the coffee table at a glance—
She knows.
A strong sense of unease spread.
It was like a little spark ignited a pile of dry straw, and the oppressive smoke choked Fu Zhihuan's chest tightness, and a tearing pain burrowed from the bottom of his heart.
Fu Zhihuan clenched his fists tightly, pressed the tip of his tongue against the upper and lower tooth sockets, and picked up the coat he had just put down.
Slam the door out, go downstairs, start the car.
Fu Zhihuan clenched his teeth so tightly that even his temples were painful.
He took out his phone, and every time he pressed his thumb on the screen, it seemed to be full of hostility, and even the fuselage was being adjusted slightly.
Finally, the phone was connected.
Xie Yanchi whistled, with a sly tone in his tone: "Please forgive me, come one by one at night."
Fu Zhihuan asked in a deep voice, "Where is Wen Ruan?"
Xie Yanchi laughed: "You are one step late, the train has already left."
A thread seemed to be taut in an instant.
Fu Zhihuan leaned his head on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and opened them slowly after a long time.
His voice was hoarse: "Where did she go?"
However, Xie Yanchi didn't tell Fu Zhihuan immediately this time.
There was silence on the receiver side for a long time before a faint, imperceptible low laugh came.
Xie Yanchi leaned against the car door, with a cigarette in his hand, he glanced at the train station behind him.
Originally, when he saw Wen Ruan's injuries, Xie Yanchi had already decided whether to tell Fu Zhihuan about her.
Until I heard Wen Ruan say those words—
"Even if you're so angry, you still can't hate Fu Zhihuan."
Xie Yanchi laughed softly, and knocked off the ashes from the cigarette butt: "Tongshi, she's back home."
Forget it, the beauty of adults.
Wen Ruan arrived home after eight o'clock the next day.
Today is a rare rest day, Wen's father and Wen's mother are still awake, only a few servants at home are busy with breakfast.
Seeing Wen Ruan, Aunt Zhang immediately showed a happy expression, and then she was about to call Wen's father and mother to get up.
Wen Ruan made a gesture of silence: "Don't tell my parents that I'm back, I have to let them feel a surprise."
In fact, he was afraid that Mr. Wen Fengchen would get angry and kick himself out of the house.
Aunt Zhang nodded knowingly, quickly served the breakfast she had prepared, took the salute for Wen Ruan, and said distressedly: "Look at how thin our young lady has been during the time we have been out. You can tell at a glance." I suffered a lot."
"..."
Wen Ruan recalled her life at Fu Zhihuan's house.
Although she promised to do housework by herself at the beginning, most of the time, she couldn't get out of bed, and every time she acted like a baby and asked Fu Zhihuan to share half of her breakfast.
… etc!
stop!
Wen Ruan gritted her teeth, hating herself for not living up to expectations.
Why did I think of that dog man again
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan angrily picked up the sandwich made by Aunt Zhang, and took a bite.
Great satisfaction!
The familiar taste hit Wen Ruan's taste buds, and she was moved to tears for a while.
Sure enough, the things Aunt Zhang made were simply delicious.
When I thought that I hadn't eaten such a delicacy in the world for Fu Zhihuan for several months—
Never forgive him easily!
After breakfast, the independent spirit that had been cultivated in the past few months was almost knocked back to its original place.
Sure enough, ease makes people fall.
Wen Ruan stretched and went to the bathroom.
And at this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps from upstairs.
"Aunt Zhang, is breakfast ready?" Mother Wen went downstairs rubbing her eyes, and added: "By the way, the ingredients for lunch are ready, don't forget that there are guests coming."
Wen's father and Wen's mother went downstairs one after another.
They didn't like sitting in the dining room to have breakfast, so they called Aunt Zhang to pour a cup of tea and took the things to the living room, and turned on the TV by the way.
Cooperating with the noisy sound of the TV, Wen Ruan heard her parents chatting one after another—
"I heard that Fu Lu's child had a car accident?"
"It's okay, I've inquired about it, and I haven't left any major problems."
"You said that Ruan Ruan lives in someone else's house. Will Fu Lv be kicked out of her squeamish character?"
"If you want to be kicked out, it's been a few months. It's okay, it's about the children, let them get along slowly."
Mr. Wen Fengchen patted his thigh, and his tone seemed quite leisurely: "I told my little assistant a few days ago that Ruan Ruan called to say that he was going to divorce, and that he had someone he liked."
Mother Wen laughed: "You said that if Ruan Ruan knew Fu Zhihuan's identity, she wouldn't run home in a panic?"
Wen Fengchen: "I think—"
"You guessed it."
With a broken face, Wen Ruan pushed open the bathroom door, leaned against the door frame and looked at the couple bitterly, gritted his teeth and said, "I'm going to run home in a rage now to make a fuss."
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