For this group of young people who spend their days in the night light bar, this man who appeared out of nowhere is a new face.
The brow bones are strong, the narrow and long eyes are somewhat sharp, and the jaw line is sharp and angular.
But there is a kind of ability made by the sky, which makes the noisy crowd around him quiet down, and subconsciously catches his figure.
A very outstanding one, a cool guy who exudes an "I can" atmosphere.
Everyone on the sofa focused their attention on the past, but they looked at each other, and no one spoke.
Only a small group of people heard what Fu Zhihuan said to Wen Ruan just now.
But the part of the people who heard it did not understand the meaning of the words.
Because no one has ever seen the mysterious Fu Ershao.
What's more, in everyone's impression, the relationship between these two people should be incompatible, and it is impossible to appear on the same channel.
And the only person present who didn't look at Fu Zhihuan was Wen Ruan.
She lowered her eyes and still turned her back to him. There was no warmth in her dark eyes.
"This little brother."
Sitting next to Wen Ruan, a girl with big waves opened her mouth, and specially put out that kind of sweet social voice: "Do you know Wen Ruan? Do you want to play together?"
Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, then raised his eyelashes, and his eyes fell on Wen Ruan's side face: "I'm chasing her."
Immediately there was booing from around.
Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip, but said nothing.
After a while, she raised her eyelids, stretched out her hand to pick up the water glass on the table, then turned around and looked at Fu Zhihuan in front of her.
In the next second, Wen Ruan raised his hand neatly, and poured all the water in the cup on Fu Zhihuan's body.
The booing stopped abruptly.
It was surprisingly quiet all around.
When Fu Zhihuan saw Wen Ruan turn around, he knew what she was going to do.
But he didn't hide, and stood there calmly, without even blinking, and there seemed to be no waves in his eyes.
Drops of water dripped down the hair, obviously he should look very embarrassed, but it happened on Fu Zhihuan's face, but in vain he gave off a kind of abstinence-like aura.
Wen Ruan sneered, and put the cup aside casually: "Second Young Master Fu, have you played enough?"
As soon as these words came out, the pupils of the people next to them shrank.
Fu Ershao
This person in front of him is the Second Young Master Fu who, in the eyes of others, disliked Wen Ruan so much that he even returned home to break off the engagement
Why does it feel completely different from the rumored script
Just when everyone thought that Fu Zhihuan was about to get angry, they saw that he just looked at Wen Ruan calmly, with a low tone and a hoarse voice: "Are you feeling better?"
Wen Ruan didn't want to talk to him, but bent down to pick up the bag on the sofa, walked a few steps forward, and found that Fu Zhihuan was blocking him.
Her voice was cold: "Get out of the way."
Fu Zhihuan didn't move.
Wen Ruan raised his head, his eye sockets were slightly red, and he bit his own pronunciation of each word: "Get out of the way."
The red eye sockets crashed into Fu Zhihuan's eyes very clearly, making him feel an inexplicable pain in his heart.
He pursed his thin lips tightly and remained silent for a moment, but still turned sideways.
Wen Ruan didn't stay any longer, just brushed Fu Zhihuan's shoulder, and walked towards the bathroom.
The people around looked dumbfounded.
What kind of plot is this
Domineering president chasing his runaway wife
In addition to being shocked, some people present felt a little sour in their hearts, and felt uncomfortable all over their bodies.
This group of people and Wen Ruan can only be regarded as ordinary friends. Although they appear to be intimate, there are inevitably comparisons behind their backs.
When Wen Ruan's marriage contract was first finalized, many people felt sour behind their backs.
Later, when the news came out that they were going to divorce, the group of people found some balance in their hearts.
Today, I called out Wen Ruan, on the one hand, I wanted to listen to the gossip to have some fun, and on the other hand, I wanted to dampen her prestige.
But I didn't expect that the prestige was not frustrated, but instead I ate a sour taste.
Fu Zhihuan looked at the direction Wen Ruan left, then turned around, ready to step up to follow.
And at this moment, a soft female voice came—
"Why."
It was the big wave who was sitting next to Wen Ruan just now who spoke: "Ruan Ruan seems to be getting angry, why should Second Young Master Fu leave her alone for a while?"
Fu Zhihuan turned his head and looked at her calmly, without speaking.
Da Bolang continued: "Ruan Ruan's personality is like this, she is straightforward, so don't take it to heart. Maybe it's because of the divorce—"
"Get divorced?"
Fu Zhihuan repeated these three words slowly, squinted his eyes, and asked with a low smile: "Listen to you, I came back to Tongshi to divorce? Why didn't I know?"
Da Bo waved his hands awkwardly: "Second Young Master Fu, we're just talking casually..."
"I went back to Tongshi to propose to her."
Fu Zhihuan interrupted and lowered his voice, which sounded like he was holding back a little, but his tone was a bit dangerous: "Did you hear that? Next time, pass on this sentence."
After finishing speaking, there was no chance for anyone to react, and he turned around and walked in Wen Ruan's direction.
When Fu Zhihuan returned to Fu's house, his physical condition was already very bad.
The injury from the car accident has not healed, and it relapsed because of Peng Mengyin's incident. After hanging the water all night, he dared to come to Tongshi overnight.
When I landed, the original low-grade fever had already begun to rise, and I had to endure homework for more than half an hour.
No matter how good the physical fitness is, it can't hold it.
In order to take care of her mother's emotions, after barely eating breakfast, she couldn't hold on anymore.
When I woke up, it was almost night.
Fu Zhihuan had just woken up when the news of the divorce came.
It's a bad feeling.
It's like taking the temple as the origin, all the nerves in the head are being torn apart and torn apart, pulling the entire chest and causing a dull pain.
Fu Zhihuan had never been so afraid.
It's as if everything has become unimportant.
Except, I want to see Wen Ruan.
But he didn't go.
Because Mr. Fu is here.
The name Fu Lu was agreed upon by grandparents to take it down.
Since I was a child, I have been calling Alu Alu like this, which represents more than just a name.
Fu Zhihuan changed his name after his grandmother passed away.
Mr. Fu has always been brooding over this matter. Although he was worried about his grandson, he still couldn't forgive him for changing the name taken by the older generation.
Fu Zhihuan also knew that he did this, so he deserved an explanation.
So when his physical condition had just improved, he knelt at the door of Mr. Fu's room in the middle of the night until he was exhausted.
There seems to be a dull pain between the cracks of every bone in the body, and the fire burns more and more intensely in the chest, as if wanting to melt the whole person into the bed board.
He must bear the responsibility that he should bear when he has made choices over the years.
Fu Zhihuan has been doing very well before, able to complete what he wants to do without interference and indifference.
But now, he suddenly has selfishness.
He wanted to see Wen Ruan very much.
Wen Ruan didn't want to see Fu Zhihuan.
For two and a half days, he didn't send any message to himself, but now he appeared in the bar so frankly, chatting and laughing.
Wen Ruan was still holding the hope that "maybe he really has something to do", looking forward to the turning point of things.
But the moment I saw Fu Zhihuan here, that little hope seemed to be shattered in an instant.
It's really hurtful to admit that the person you like doesn't care as much about yourself as you think.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned on the faucet, and rinsed his fingertips.
The biting cold water calmed her down a little.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, turned off the tap, and prepared to dry her hands.
But it was found that the dryer was malfunctioning and no wind could come out.
...It's bad luck to do anything when someone is mourning.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, and just as she was about to shake it casually and leave, a pack of tissues was suddenly handed over in front of her.
She looked up in astonishment—
A young boy in his early twenties.
With single eyelids, handsome eyebrows, and short, jet-black hair that is neatly handled, it looks very youthful.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then took the package of paper: "Thank you..."
The boy didn't speak, just nodded in a muffled voice, then turned and left.
Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, took out a piece of paper and wiped the water from her fingertips.
never mind.
Don't think about Fu Zhihuan anymore, anyway, there are so many people in the world, and there will always be someone more suitable than him.
Wen Ruan turned around and went out of the bathroom, ready to leave after notifying her friends.
However, when he just walked through a private room, he heard a "boom" sound from inside, which was very violent, as if something had been knocked down.
She subconsciously turned her head—
The people sitting in the private room are all young boys and girls, at most they look like they have just entered college, they are dressed in gaudy clothes, and their bodies are full of exaggerated tattoos.
It can be seen that the tattoo artist's skills are not very good, and he has no sense of beauty.
Wen Ruan turned his gaze back, ready to continue walking forward.
- "Seduce my girlfriend, right? If I don't want to play anymore, you want to?"
- "Damn, I've been upset seeing you like this for a long time."
- "Have you found out my name? Take care of your eyes. What kind of eyes are you looking at? Do you owe me?"
Hearing this, Wen Ruan frowned and turned her head again.
Then at a glance, because I was blocked by someone just now, I didn't see the boy who was kicked on the ground.
The boy raised his head, wiped away the nosebleed caused by the blow with his hand, and said nothing.
...Isn't this the boy who handed himself a tissue just now
Wen Ruan closed her eyes, then sighed, raised her eyelids, turned and walked to the door of the private room.
"excuse me."
She raised her hand, tapped on the door frame, then raised her chin in the direction of the boy who handed her a tissue: "My brother, come to pick him up, is it convenient for him to let him go?"
In fact, some waiters have noticed the movement here, but they all know that the young man is fighting, so it is not easy to manage.
And the boys who hit people often hang out in this street, they are full of punks, to offend this kind of person is to cause trouble for themselves.
However, Wen Ruan opened his mouth to disrupt the situation so lightly, without any fear in his eyes, looking bright and sharp.
Everyone inside fell silent.
The leading boys glanced at each other, then laughed with a cat on their backs.
Others whistled and booed—
"Xu Zeming, your sister is quite courageous."
"I didn't expect your sister to be quite upright. If I had said earlier, we wouldn't beat you up."
Xu Zeming
This should be the boy's name.
Wen Ruan glanced at the foolish boys beside him, and felt that if she wanted to snatch Xu Zeming away by herself today, it might not be easy.
She sighed, took out her mobile phone, and was about to call the manager of the bar.
If you don't make trouble for yourself, just solve it with less trouble.
A phone call came—
"Hello, your phone is in arrears."
"..."
Arrears
It was only then that Wen Ruan realized that the mobile phone number he had been using for contacts seemed to be in arrears two days ago.
All mobile phones now have dual sim cards.
One is the mobile phone number that I often use, and the other is the traffic card that I change from time to time.
Wen Ruan has been using a data card to surf the Internet these days, and basically stays at home, occasionally calling Qin Sushan on WeChat.
etc…
So could it be... Fu Zhihuan's messages to himself were all blocked
The boy inside whistled, "Miss, are you still taking Xu Zeming away?"
Wen Ruan didn't even raise her head: "Wait a minute, I'll charge the phone bill first."
"...?" Please respect us punks, please.
The author has something to say: Surprise at bedtime late (it’s too late)
I really work and rest in the United States. I go to bed at five o'clock and wake up in the afternoon. After eating the first meal, it is four o'clock in the afternoon.
My mother is going to hit me soon, woo woo woo.
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