"You first register the lost items, and then write down the details of what happened and the contact information. Don't worry, we will notify you when there is news."
The little policeman pulled away the stool, put a watch on Wen Ruan's table, and told him by the way: "When you go out, you must pay attention to carrying your personal belongings with you, especially for a little girl like you who comes out of town alone. Be safe, got it?"
"…knew."
The policeman seemed to realize that the female voice in front of him sounded familiar, so he raised his head to look at Wen Ruan, and immediately laughed after recognizing the face: "Hey, Miss Wen, so it's you again? What a coincidence."
Wen Ruan couldn't laugh: "...what a coincidence."
She didn't want to be such a coincidence.
Before the day arrived, I entered the police station twice and met the same policeman. No matter how you look at it, this is not something to be happy about.
Thinking of this, Wen Ruan took the pen and paper silently, leaned on the table and obediently filled out the form.
It was already twelve o'clock at noon when the transcript was finished.
The temperature difference between morning, noon and night in Jiangcheng is huge. In the early morning, it was still cold and windy, but now it has turned into a scorching sun. The scorching sun makes people's eye sockets dry and painful.
Wen Ruan touched his windbreaker pocket and heaved a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, I put my ID card in my pocket when I got off the train in the morning.
But now, all she has left is an ID card and a phone whose screen has been smashed and turned off.
It seems that going out in the future has to be counted as an auspicious day.
At the moment, only a few uncles who were dozing off were sitting in the lobby of the police station, as if they were waiting for their relatives.
Fu Zhihuan seems to have left.
Although it was expected, Wen Ruan's mood still dropped a bit.
After all, not to mention the lost luggage, and even missed the love of his heart, the loss was directly doubled.
She drooped her head, stretched out her hand and touched her nose, and then she was going to find a place to fix her mobile phone first.
The noon sun shone on the skin, as if the whole body was thrown into a hot oven and baked repeatedly, and the whole body was surrounded by a stream of heat.
As soon as Wen Ruan walked out of the police station, Wen Ruan found a black Audi parked at the door by the side of the road. The shiny exterior was quite dazzling in the sun.
She didn't pay much attention, turned a corner and walked forward, planning to return to the shopping street to find a mobile phone repair location according to the route she remembered.
But just a few steps forward, the Audi started, and even followed Wen Ruan at an abnormally slow speed.
Wen Ruan noticed the strange car beside her, she paused, and simply stopped.
With a "creak", Audi also braked the car.
Wen Ruan was silent for a while, seeing that there was no movement in the car, she took tentative steps and continued to walk forward.
Audi immediately started the engine, humming and humming to keep up.
When Wen Ruan stopped, it stopped.
When Wen Ruan leaves, it will leave.
Wen Ruan accelerated, and it also shifted gears.
If you accidentally overdrive, you will slowly rewind again.
"..."
Isn't this stalking too blatant
And it's still in front of the police station
Which stalker dares to be so arrogant
Wen Ruan was too lazy to play with this car anymore, she simply crossed her arms, tilted her head and looked at the driver's seat of the car with scrutiny, then stretched out her hand and knocked on the glass window.
The car window lowered slowly, and there was a young man with an unfamiliar face.
When he saw Wen Ruan, he immediately bent his eyes, and said with enthusiasm in his tone, "Miss Wen..."
Wen Ruan interrupted righteously: "I will not go back with you."
After following him so painstakingly, it must be that after Wen Fengchen knew her whereabouts, he sent someone to find out his whereabouts, and then forcibly took him home to get engaged.
The man froze for a moment, but didn't react: "Huh?"
Wen Ruan stood up straight, with a firm tone: "Tell my dad, let him die. Even if I, Wen Ruan, sleep on the street, I will not give in easily."
"..."
The man was silent for a while, then nodded solemnly, then turned around and shouted to the back seat, "Old Fu, Miss Wen said she is going to sleep on the street."
Old Fu
The windows of the rear seat lowered slowly.
Wen Ruan turned his head, caught off guard, and met Fu Zhihuan who was sitting in the car.
"..."
There was no wave in Fu Zhihuan's dark eyes, and his expression was so calm that he didn't even move his eyebrows: "Do you want to sleep on the street?"
"No… "
"Alright." Fu Zhihuan didn't give Wen Ruan any time to react. He turned his gaze away and said to the driver's seat, "Zhao Zichen, start driving."
After finishing speaking, he rolled up the car window mercilessly.
"Why!"
Wen Ruan looked at the gone Audi in front of him and the string of gray exhaust left behind, and felt that his life in the past twenty years had never been so sad as it is now.
The Audi that drove away in the dust did not abandon Wen Ruan on the street in the end. It turned a corner at the intersection ahead, and picked up Wen Chuchupior Ruan, who had been left on the side of the road, back into the car.
Wen Ruan was so moved that tears filled her eyes, and she expressed her heartfelt gratitude to Zhao Zichen: "You are so kind."
When Zhao Zichen was praised, he was easy to get on top of, and he immediately poked his nose up and said, "Lessing a lovely little sister on the road is something that only the bitter-faced man in the back seat can do."
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes, didn't say a word, but just looked at Zhao Zichen calmly.
Without turning his head, Zhao Zichen felt that he had been gouged out by Dao's cold gaze, and then he straightened his back and closed his mouth with a strong desire to survive.
Zhao Zichen is a people's policeman, but it happened to be his turn to take a rest today, so he was not on duty at the police station.
But after hearing his colleague mention that Fu Zhihuan had come to the police station, he drove to take him home on the way, and went to the evening party together by the way.
"But Miss Wen, just now I heard what you mean... you didn't mean to run away from home, did you?" Zhao Zichen asked casually, remembering Wen Ruan's righteous words just now.
Wen Ruan's mind suddenly tensed up.
It was guessed right.
Wen Ruan glanced at Fu Zhihuan who was next to him quietly from the corner of her eye, but happened to meet his gaze looking towards her, with some playful inquiry in his gaze.
If he told the truth that he escaped to resist the family marriage and prepared to be independent, no one would want to get into this big trouble, right
And it is very likely that the news will be leaked by accident. If Wen Fengchen wants to take him back to get engaged, wouldn't his efforts be in vain
… absolutely cannot tell the truth!
So Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, took a deep breath, and said, "I'm sorry, I lied to you, but I'm not a domestic worker. I studied law at university, and I came to Jiangcheng to find a job as a trainee lawyer. Because... "
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes.
"Because my family is really in a difficult situation, my father wants me to get married early and take the gift money to support my younger siblings, so he wants to marry me to the son who sells stinky tofu downstairs."
When Wen Ruan said this, she choked up softly: "That's why I sneaked to Jiangcheng to find a job to earn money to support my family. But if my father finds me, he will definitely take me back!"
Wonderful.
He shouldn't think that the young lady in front of him will tell the truth honestly.
But Zhao Zichen actually believed it, and even denounced it fiercely: "Why is this? Now that the marriage is open, there is such a thing? It's simply unforgivable!"
"Yes! Unforgivable!"
"By the way, where is the son who sells stinky tofu? How about others?"
"Very bad!"
"How bad?"
"I haven't even seen each other until now. It is said that I haven't been home for five years and haven't taken a picture. After knowing that I will marry me, I sent a message to my friend, saying that I will never be with me! Now everyone knows that I am not People are likable, and they will secretly laugh at me behind my back, but I can only suffer in silence."
"...Ah, it's too much! It's too irresponsible! Let the girl bear so much pain!"
"right!"
The two sparrows sang together, unaware that the "son of the stinky tofu seller" they were attacking fiercely, was sitting beside him with a depressed body, watching the two of them booing happily.
Bear silently
If you don't know that you have seen this young lady's verbal fighting posture last night, I'm afraid you will really believe it.
"But why are there no photos?"
"I don't know. I heard people say that he doesn't like taking pictures. He hasn't posted anything on Moments in the past five years. The photos are only from before high school, so it's hard to find."
"It must be because you don't look good on camera. Think about it, if someone doesn't meet you, maybe it's because you feel inferior and don't deserve you?"
"you're right!"
The two are like playing a double reel.
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pinched his brow bone lightly. Although he was silent, the air pressure all over his body suddenly dropped a bit.
...I will send it to Moments tonight.
But Zhao Zichen was unaware of all this, and he even eagerly opened his mouth to think of a way for Wen Ruan: "Yes, old man, you can let Miss Wen live at your house, and take care of Simon for you by the way. Anyway, Simon is also there Elementary school, not too much of a delay. You see, a young girl like her can't be delayed by that kind of person?"
that kind of person
Fu Zhihuan sneered.
What a great offer.
Wen Ruan straightened up in an instant, then turned her head and looked at Fu Zhihuan sincerely beside her, and volunteered: "Boss, do you think about it? I am the best at taking care of children."
Wen Ruan's eyes were very deceptive.
When looking at others seriously, it seems that there is a smart light in the eyes, just like staring at your coquettish little milk cat, which makes people hard-hearted to refuse.
What's more, when she speaks, her body will subconsciously approach Fu Zhihuan's direction, her small face as big as a slap is effortlessly raised, and she speaks cautiously.
Even if you know it's a lie, it's hard to be immune.
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then turned his head without saying a word, and looked away. After a long time, he closed his eyes and said slowly, "Seven days."
"Why?"
"I can let you live for seven days, and after seven days, you have to move out."
Actually agreed
Perhaps it was because the man in front of him had been too indifferent before, but his sudden release caught her off guard.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, and when she came back to her senses, her eyes were full of joy. She sat up straight and said with a little joy in her tone, "Thank you, boss!"
The car quickly drove to the downstairs of the apartment.
Zhao Zichen turned off the ignition, adjusted the back of the seat, unbuckled the seat belt, put his arms on the back of his head, and yawned: "Old Fu, then take Miss Wen up first, I'll wait for you downstairs. "
They still have dinner at night, and Fu Zhihuan just came back to put things away.
By the way, Wen Ruan was placed.
Fu Zhihuan asked casually, "Aren't you going upstairs?"
"No." Zhao Zichen shook his head again and again, "Your Earl is too fierce, I'm afraid I'll be scratched by it, and I'll have to go to the hospital for another injection."
Wen Ruan keenly captured a certain word: "Earl?"
Zhao Zichen rubbed his nose and laughed: "Old Fu's blue cat has a very bad temper. I went to his house two days ago, and almost got permanent scars from being scratched."
As he said, he rolled up his sleeves: "Here, that's it, see."
Wen Ruan glanced at it.
Sure enough, there was a shallow scar on the right forearm.
She shrank her neck, hesitated to speak.
It hurts to look at it.
Fu Zhihuan had already got out of the car. He supported the door frame, glanced at the expression on Wen Ruan's face, and said lightly: "If you are afraid, you can stay in a hotel."
Afraid
joke.
How could Wen Ruan back down so easily because of a cat.
So she got out of the car very resolutely, with a bit of generosity to die bravely.
Fu Zhihuan lives on the top floor of a high-end apartment in the city center.
Wen Ruan stood at the door, feeling a little apprehensive.
Although she is not afraid of cats, she also knows that such a cute looking animal is not recognized by all relatives when it scratches people.
Fu Zhihuan glanced at Wen Ruan's fingers that were clasped together because of nervousness, the corners of his lips curled up, and he couldn't help but laugh. Then, he moved silently and moved in front of Wen Ruan.
"Crunch—"
The apartment door opens.
The structure of the top floor is roughly the same as that of other houses, the only difference is that it is a duplex pattern with two floors connected, and the decoration is exquisite.
Although Wen Ruan was used to living in villas and villas, she was unexpectedly stunned when she saw this apartment.
Buying such a house type in the city center is like writing the words "I am rich" on the roof.
And at this moment, a crisp and soft meow sounded.
Wen Ruan lowered her head, and met the blue cat sitting in the cat's nest one meter away, staring at her without blinking.
That blue cat looked less than a year old, just that small, with sparkling eyes, and it didn't look as scary as Zhao Zichen described.
—Whooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
However, at this moment, the blue cat suddenly stood up, arched its body abruptly, raised its tail high, and bared its teeth.
— I take that back.
Wen Ruan moved quietly and hid behind Fu Zhihuan.
Fu Zhihuan tilted his head slightly, glanced at the people around him from the corner of his eye, then sighed, squatted down, arched his index finger and tapped the floor with his knuckles, and said in a somewhat admonishing tone, "Earl."
However, the earl seemed to ignore it, and took a step forward, running directly under Wen Ruan's feet, still on full alert, with a warning growl from his throat.
Wen Ruan exchanged glances with the little blue cat, which was not as tall as her own ankle.
The atmosphere seemed to be frozen in an instant.
—It seems that we must have a showdown.
—For my budding love.
The blue cat continued to make a "gurgling" sound from its throat, and clenched its teeth tightly, as if it was determined to compete with the person in front of it.
Wen Ruan sighed, then squatted down helplessly, and stretched out his hand in front of the earl, trying to make an agreement with it: "I said before, the hand can be scratched, but the face can't."
Fu Zhihuan frowned, subconsciously wanting to take Wen Ruan back.
He knows how bad-tempered his cat is.
But unexpectedly, as soon as Wen Ruan handed it over, the earl shrank his neck, and took a step back to get out of the way. Just now, the arrogant look seemed to be poured on fire, and he lay down on the spot without hesitation.
Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
—What's the matter with this cat
—A bluff
Before Wen Ruan could react, the earl moved in front of Wen Ruan with his small steps, lowered his head—
He lightly licked her fingertips, then gave a coquettish "meow" and rubbed his round head against her palm.
Fu Zhihuan was a little surprised.
The earl's sense of territory is very strong, even Zhao Zichen, who often comes here to get acquainted, doesn't give him a good look. It's the first time he treats a stranger so affectionately.
"…I see."
Wen Ruan withdrew her hand, looked at her fingers carefully, and calmly analyzed: "I ate a salmon sandwich this morning."
"..."
Useless cat.
Fu Zhihuan was too lazy to pay attention to this pair of cuddly hugging one person and one cat. He took out the spare key from the room and handed it to Wen Ruan: "The second room on the right hand side of the first floor is your room, except for the second floor. can go."
Wen Ruan took the key and nodded obediently: "Yeah."
There were still people waiting downstairs, and Fu Zhihuan didn't intend to ask for too long now.
But when he walked to the door, he suddenly remembered something, turned around and came back, and stretched out his hand to Wen Ruan: "Give me the phone."
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then took out her phone that had been knocked off the screen.
Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while, then sighed helplessly, took out a sticky note from the table, wrote down a string of numbers and handed it to Wen Ruan: "This is my private mobile phone number."
Zhao Zichen leaned against the car door and smoked a cigarette before waiting for Fu Zhihuan to come down.
He smiled, stubbed out the cigarette butt in his hand and threw it into the trash can, with a meaningful tone: "You're lucky, old man, you can still find such a beautiful young lady on a business trip?"
Fu Zhihuan raised his eyelids and said slowly, "Have you considered changing jobs?"
Zhao Zichen was stunned for a moment, raised his hand and touched the back of his head: "Change jobs?"
I am a criminal police officer very well, why change jobs
Fu Zhihuan opened the car door, glanced up and down at Zhao Zichen, and lightly dropped a series of words: "If the magazine will do an 'Interview with the Deceived' one day, I'm afraid you will be invited to be on the cover."
Zhao Zichen hit a huge question mark on his forehead, and after driving the car for a while, he suddenly realized—
Did you get insulted just now
Fu Zhihuan and Zhao Zichen had a party tonight, and most of them were friends they met or met at work, including those from the procuratorate, the police station, and other industries.
Most of the people present were some prominent industry elites. The purpose of sitting together this time was to expand each other's circles and enrich their relationship networks.
Fu Zhihuan never liked to be involved in these entertainments, but Zhao Zichen was afraid that it would be too boring to come alone, so he forced him to fill the room.
After parking the car, Zhao Zichen suddenly thought of something: "I heard people say that He Ziqin is also coming today."
"He Ziqin?"
Zhao Zichen knew that the big Buddha next to him could not remember anything, so he was not too surprised: "We used to be a law student, but now we are a very good lawyer. A year ago, we went abroad to study for a while, and we just returned to China recently. .”
After the car was parked, Fu Zhihuan unbuckled his seat belt and opened the door, as if he didn't pay much attention to Zhao Zichen's words.
Zhao Zichen couldn't close the chatterbox once he opened it, so Fu Zhihuan had to chase after him and chatter endlessly: "You really don't remember? Back then, He Ziqin asked me for your contact information. At that time, the whole school thought you two were Golden Boy and Jade Girl…”
In the middle of speaking, Zhao Zichen raised his head, but happened to see the He Ziqin he was talking about standing at the entrance of the hotel.
It is not unreasonable for He Ziqin to be called a department flower. After so many years, she is a bit more intellectual than when she was in college. Standing at the entrance of the hotel at this moment, she looks even more graceful, and people who pass by will take a few more glances.
He Ziqin also saw them, and immediately raised the corners of his lips to show a smile, and then stretched out his hand politely to say hello: "Fu..."
"Wow-"
But Fu Zhihuan didn't seem to pay attention at all. He stretched out his hand and pushed open the door of the hotel, and walked in without turning his eyes.
He Ziqin's enthusiastic smile stopped on his face, and he raised his hand, put it down, no, raised it up, no.
Zhao Zichen was also stunned, he hastily apologized, and then quickly caught up with Fu Zhihuan.
"Old Fu, you just now..."
Fu Zhihuan pressed the elevator, and then seemed to suddenly think of something: "What's the name of the person you mentioned to me just now?"
Zhao Zichen: "... He Ziqin."
Fu Zhihuan frowned slightly, thought carefully for three seconds, and then said, "I don't remember."
"..."
I also know you don't remember.
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