"illegitimate child?"
Hearing this, Wen Ruan's hands trembled, and the prawns that were finally fished out of the pot fell into it with a snap: "You mean, Xu Zeming is an illegitimate child?"
Because the hot pot restaurant that was booked before needs to be re-numbered, and Xu Zeming is still there, it is a bit embarrassing to stay there.
So the two went to a hot pot restaurant on the next street.
Fu Zhihuan seemed quite calm. He used a colander to fish out the shrimp slips in the pot for Wen Ruan, and put them in her bowl very naturally: "Well, the night light bar was invested and opened by Fu Mingheng a few years ago, but it's not on the table. On the surface, after the fights and controlled knives happened a few days ago, the police came to check several times, and Fu Mingheng also got some news."
"Xu Zeming was picked up by the assistant of the chairman of Yihua Enterprise that day. Fu Mingheng inquired and found out that the boy was the illegitimate son of the chairman. He had been staying in Longcheng before, and he was picked up recently. He was only nineteen years old. "
Wen Ruan fiddled with the things in the bowl with chopsticks, a little absent-minded: "Even if he is an illegitimate child, how could the Xu family allow their son to be bullied outside like this?"
Fu Zhihuan looked up at Wen Ruan, but in the end he didn't continue.
Leaving aside the topic of illegitimate children, the police found out after investigation that although Xu Zeming was only nineteen years old, he had many cases of fighting or intentionally hurting others when he was in Longcheng.
But because of his young age and family background, after losing some money, nothing happened.
Such a person does not look like someone who can be easily bullied.
Most likely, for some purpose, he deliberately tried to win Wen Ruan's sympathy, pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger.
But Fu Zhihuan didn't want Wen Ruan to know about it.
He didn't want to see her lost and sad look when she knew her kindness was taken advantage of.
Therefore, Fu Zhihuan just reminded: "Try not to deal with Xu Zeming in the future, this person is not as simple-minded as he seems."
In fact, Wen Ruan could also feel something strange, but in front of him, she was arrogant and stubborn: "Why should I listen to you? Are you my boyfriend?"
Fu Zhihuan pondered for a while, then laughed: "That's fine."
…also
Wen Ruan was burning the fat cow on the chopsticks. Hearing this, he raised his head and raised his voice slightly, blushing: "Whatever you call it? Didn't I just agree with you to be my boyfriend?"
After finishing speaking, he angrily picked up the hot beef and put it in his mouth.
So hot!
She was so hot that she whimpered, and quickly put down her chopsticks, but she couldn't spit it out directly, so she could only breathe out, picked up the sour plum juice on the side, and gulped down more than half of it.
The coolness surged up, and gradually suppressed the burning sensation just now.
Wen Ruan put down the water glass and leaned his back softly on the sofa with a "saved" expression.
But before she could relax for a few seconds, she raised her eyes and faced Fu Zhihuan, who was looking at her with her chin propped up, with a faint smile at the end of her eyes.
...How can he be caught by him every time I am ashamed
Wen Ruan became even more angry: "What are you looking at me for? It's all because you talked to me just now, otherwise I wouldn't-"
Before he could speak, Fu Zhihuan in front of him sighed, pulled out a tissue beside him, stood up, and raised his hand to lightly touch the corner of Wen Ruan's lips, wiping off the sauce that was inadvertently stained on the corner of her mouth.
Then he raised his breath, with some helplessness in his tone: "You."
Wen Ruan froze for a moment, then raised her head.
Fu Zhihuan's hand was still on the side of his face, and the soft touch of the tissue gently brushed the corner of his mouth, bringing an inexplicable tingling feeling, which kept rushing to his heart.
The very ambiguous movement made her brain reaction seem to slow down for a moment. She only felt that the noise around her seemed to be getting louder, and a wave of heat rushed to her head.
"Miss, I'll add some sour plum soup for you." The waiter saw that Wen Ruan's cup was more than half empty, so he came over and said this while adding drinks into it.
This sentence completely pulled Wen Ruan's spirit back, she jumped away, and nestled in a corner of the sofa, sitting in a diagonal line with Fu Zhihuan, and brought her own dipping bowl along with her He shifted his position, his eyes full of wariness: "What are you doing? I haven't reconciled with you yet, you released me today, and you are late, and... there are still many crimes anyway! I haven't forgiven you yet!"
Fu Zhihuan withdrew his hand, looked at the little rabbit huddled in the corner, rubbed his browbones, and smiled helplessly.
Seeing this scene, the waiter who had finished pouring the sour plum soup glanced at the two of them in embarrassment, any nervously put away his drink pot, and then left.
However, although the waiter was busy serving other tables, he gave Wen Ruan an inquiring look at Wen Ruan's table from time to time, as if he was very worried that the two customers would turn against each other in the shop.
The continuous rain outside the window finally stopped, and the dark clouds dispersed and passed through the clouds.
"The rain has stopped." Fu Zhihuan said so suddenly for no reason.
Wen Ruan subconsciously followed him and said, "What's wrong?"
Fu Zhihuan: "At night, there is a fireworks show in the city center."
Wen Ruan understood what Fu Zhihuan meant, but she still insisted: "Who wants to watch the fireworks with you?"
Speaking of this, he paused again, and quickly added: "But if you really have no one to accompany you and cry and beg me to go with you, maybe I will agree."
Fu Zhihuan said with a low smile, "Well, please."
Wen Ruan has a stalk.
How can this person have no backbone
And at this moment, the waiter who had just left came back, holding a plate in his hand, and the things on it were still covered by the cover.
Wen Ruan was stunned for a moment, then raised her head: "Isn't our food finished?"
The waiter put down the plate with a smile and lifted the lid: "This is what we sent you for this gentleman."
Wen Ruan looked down and fell silent for a while.
Inside lay a rose quietly.
In order to create an atmosphere, some dry ice was placed next to it, and white gas was floating at the moment.
After putting down the things, the waiter stood up with a smiling face, cleared his throat, and then began to speak impassionedly: "You two are really talented and beautiful, a match made in heaven. You see, among so many people It is an enviable fate to be each other's partners!"
Wen Ruan froze for a moment: "Wait, we..."
"I understand! It's normal for couples to quarrel, but I believe that nothing can beat love! In our hot pot restaurant, we sincerely hope that every customer can feel warm and happy, and it is our responsibility to make customers happy. work."
Wen Ruan tried to interrupt: "I understand, but..."
"We have also prepared sweet couple dolls for the two of you!"
As the waiter said, he beckoned, and immediately another lady in uniform handed over two bear dolls: "This is our gift for you two. I hope your relationship will be even sweeter in the future!"
Wen Ruan looked at the two bear dolls with different colors, but without any cuteness or even rusticity, with a blank face, and his thoughts surged for a while.
But Fu Zhihuan seemed very interested. He reached out and picked up the blue one, looked at it carefully, and then bent his eyes and said, "Isn't this cute."
The waiter immediately raised his chest and raised his head: "Thank you for the compliment, it is our responsibility to make the guests happy!"
After speaking, he pushed the dining car very satisfied, turned and left.
Fu Zhihuan handed the bear to Wen Ruan, the corners of his lips curved slightly: "Accept other people's wishes."
Wen Ruan glared at him: "Who are you and your lover?"
"I was just about to say it." Fu Zhihuan touched her forehead with the pink bear, with a smile in his tone, with a hint of foolishness: "Since everyone thinks we are a good match, why don't you give them some face?"
Like fireworks, it exploded in my mind instantly. Although it sounded like it was just a casual tone, the slightly protracted ending hit Wen Ruan's heart.
She bit her lower lip and tilted her head: "What nonsense are you talking about?"
The little girl's facial features are exquisite and beautiful, her bright eyes seem to be shining at the moment, her side face is more soft under the light, her cheeks are slightly flushed, but she still keeps her mouth stiff as if she doesn't admit it.
so cute.
Fu Zhihuan propped his chin, tilted his index finger up and down on the table, with a smile in his eyes: "I'm confessing to you, isn't that what chasing people is all about?"
Plop, plop.
A heart seemed to jump out of the chest at any time, even overwhelming the noise of the surrounding crowd.
I don't know if it's because the hot pot is still emitting heat, and Wen Ruan's palms are sweating a little, she said softly: "It takes a long time for others to catch up, and you have been chasing me for less than a week." , how can there be such a good thing."
When I chased him by myself, it took several months. He even lived in his house with all his heart, and even spent more than half a month pretending to be poor, and didn't even buy a few bags.
Although Wen Ruan's heart had long been soft, she still wanted to be brave at this moment.
"Um."
Fu Zhihuan just listened quietly to Wen Ruan's words, his eyes were full of tenderness, he nodded, thought for a while, and said very seriously: "I can live for many years, no matter how long, this life should be enough."
...Damn it.
Wen Ruan felt that she couldn't hold on any longer.
That bit of stubbornness and bravado, at this moment, collapsed like a city wall collapsing.
She stroked the wall of the drink cup with her fingers, and she could still see the silly pink bear leaning aside from the corner of her eye.
A heart softened into a mess.
Wen Ruan took a deep breath.
Otherwise, just agree.
And at this moment, Fu Zhihuan's mobile phone on the table vibrated suddenly, and he picked up the phone—
"Well, I am."
The person on the other end of the phone didn't know what to say, Wen Ruan saw that Fu Zhihuan frowned a little bit.
"Okay, I understand, I'm coming now."
After hanging up the phone, seeing that the solemn look on Fu Zhihuan's face was still there, Wen Ruan asked, "What happened?"
"Feel sorry."
Fu Zhihuan closed his eyes, raised his hand and rubbed his temples: "Tonight, I can't watch the fireworks with you."
"Jin Chenhyuk's daughter is missing, I have to go to the police station now."
"Sorry, Mr. Fu, we know we shouldn't call you here without evidence. But the child's father has been very emotional, and our investigation found that you did have conflicts not long ago, so we called you to ask some questions. words."
After finishing the transcript, the policeman held out his hand apologetically, and said, "Thank you for cooperating with our work, you can go back now."
Fu Zhihuan nodded, shook his hand back, then turned and left the interrogation room.
Kim Chen Hyuk's daughter disappeared two days ago.
The couple searched almost everywhere these days, but found nothing. Under the worry and pain of not being able to close their eyes for several days, their emotions were on the verge of collapse.
After calling the police, Jin Chenhe was very emotional and seemed to have some mental problems.
He made a big fuss at the police station, insisting that Fu Zhihuan must have sent someone to kidnap his daughter.
No matter how the police explain, they can't arrest people without evidence, but Jin Chenhe is completely irrational at the moment, and finally throws a sentence: "You must not go because you don't dare to offend the Fu family. Catch him!"
And Jin Chenhyuk's wife's emotions were also on the brink. Not only did she not have the heart to persuade her husband, but she also stayed in the police station all day to wash her face with tears, and she would not go back no matter how much she tried to persuade her.
In desperation, the police could only call Fu Zhihuan to cooperate with the investigation and make a record to appease Jin Chenhyuk's emotions.
But in fact, almost everyone knows that the place where Jin Chenhe's daughter was lost was originally a mess, and there were many traffickers, so there was a high probability that she was abducted.
It's just that Jin Chenhe didn't want to believe it, and he still had some hope.
Because these days, children are abducted and sold, and there are very few who can be found back.
It's better to comfort myself that I was kidnapped by someone I know, at least the hope of finding it is better.
When Fu Zhihuan pushed open the door of the interrogation room, Jin Chenhe was sitting on a bench beside him, his whole body arched like a shrimp, rubbing his thumbs with red eyes at the moment, when he saw someone coming out, he raised his hand covered with bloodshot eyes. eyes, staring at him fiercely.
Fu Zhihuan glanced at him, his throat rolled slowly, but he didn't say anything, and was about to turn around and leave.
But Jin Chenhe got up suddenly, walked up to Fu Zhihuan in two steps in three steps, one grabbed his collar, and looked like a mad tiger all over his body, he raised his fist and punched him in the face .
"Snapped"
Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and firmly wrapped Jin Chenhe's fist with his palm, his dark pupils were so calm that there was no emotion: "Mr. Jin, enough is enough."
"Who the hell is enough with you!"
Jin Chenhe's sanity had been burnt out by the pain of losing his daughter. He pushed Fu Zhihuan away, and roared at the top of his voice, "I only saw you on the first fucking night. One day my daughter will be gone, how could such a coincidence happen?"
"Come at me whatever you want! If you want revenge, come at me! Why do you want to touch my daughter! She is only four years old!"
While talking, Jin Chenhe stumbled and raised his hand again, and rushed towards Fu Zhihuan again like crazy.
The policeman who heard the sound hurried forward to stop him, but it was a step too late. Jin Chenhe had already rushed to Fu Zhihuan, grabbed his collar with both hands, and did not dare to let go.
Fu Zhihuan just lowered his eyes, there was no extra expression on his face, and there was no light in his eyes, as if he didn't care about Jin Chenhe's tossing around, his whole body was depressed and calm.
"Mr. Jin, if you are like this, we will take compulsory measures." The policeman snapped.
And at this moment, there was a loud sound of high-heeled shoes, and they stopped beside the group of people.
"Snapped-"
A slap was neatly slapped on Jin Chenhe's cheek.
Wen Ruan said coldly: "You're fucking finished, I'll just say it once, let me go."
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