Although he recognized the person in the photo, Wen Ruan asked again in disbelief: "This is Fu Mingheng?"
Although she didn't have many contacts with Fu Mingheng, in almost everyone's impression, this young master of the Fu family has always been a very standard and typical domineering president.
He handles company affairs at a young age with ease, and he is also polite and courteous when discussing business with others, and his conversation is extraordinary.
It doesn't match the young and beautiful girl in the photo at all!
Fu Zhihuan nodded slightly, and lazily said: "To tell you the truth, I exchanged this photo with Fu Mingheng for my apartment in Jiangcheng."
...too ruthless.
Wen Ruan stared at the photo for a while, then thought for a while, and asked quietly: "...Then can I also save this photo as a backup?"
She must have this kind of handle that can make people happy and gain benefits!
Fu Zhihuan didn't expect Wen Ruan to be in this brain circuit. He was silent for a while, then pulled the corners of his lips. He didn't let go of his hand holding her wrist, and directly clasped it on the bed with his backhand, his voice carried a bit of foolishness: "Alright, but what can you bring me in exchange?"
It was only then that Wen Ruan realized how ambiguous their actions had been since just now.
The distance between the two was very close, it was almost as if he was holding him in his arms, and he could still feel the hot air gently sweeping over his cheeks, bringing a numb feeling.
However, Fu Zhihuan's voice was so low and hoarse that one's ears felt a little weak.
This dog man.
again.
Come here!
But this time she resisted not looking away, instead stared at Fu Zhihuan as if she refused to admit defeat, without saying a word.
Then in the next second, he suddenly raised his hand to hook her neck, got up with strength, kissed him at lightning speed, then quickly retracted and turned around, pretending nothing happened.
This time I preemptively strike! Absolutely sure win!
Fu Zhihuan didn't expect Wen Ruan's movement, and her whole body was brought down by her. Although he quickly reacted and supported his body with his elbows, the distance between the two suddenly narrowed because of this movement, so close that they seemed to be able to clearly understand Feel each other's breath.
He was stunned for a while before he realized, his eyes darkened, and he looked down at Wen Ruan, who was pretending to be calm, with a smile in his eyes, and he pressed the corner of his lower lip with the tip of his tongue.
With her current appearance, she was like a little rabbit who finally couldn't help herself and arrogantly stretched out her paw to scratch the lion's chin.
Fu Zhihuan laughed, let go of Wen Ruan's wrist, and clasped her back instead, raised her chin with the other hand, and leaned over to kiss her lips.
(Here is the mouth-popping feeling that Jinjiang forbids me to write.)
Fu Zhihuan's palms carried some fiery temperature, and the temperature seemed to spread from the backs that were close to each other and burn to the whole body in a trance, as if they could clearly feel the beating of each other's hearts.
With an ambiguous and warm breath, the airflow keeps rising, as if gathering into thousands of fireworks and exploding beside the ears.
It was as if they could still feel the beating of each other's hearts.
Wen Ruan grunted, and subconsciously raised her hand to hook Fu Zhihuan's back of the neck, her eyes gleamed with a layer of wet mist.
(I stick out my tongue here but Jinjiang won't let me write it.)
This is an extremely long and lingering (this word is quite normal, mainly to write an atmosphere, my sweet essay is almost 300,000 words, I kissed twice, there must be a bit of an atmosphere of kissing).
It wasn't until a long time later that Fu Zhihuan stopped even when his breath became short of breath. He raised his thumb and gently wiped the corners of Wen Ruan's teary eyes, and his voice was still hoarse after enthusiasm: "Child, You haven't learned what I taught you before."
Wen Ruan panted heavily, and when she heard this, she bit the corners of her lips tightly, her cheeks flushed slightly: "Be yourself!"
Damn, I lost again.
Sure enough, she still couldn't beat this dog man.
Thinking of this, she turned her head and said sourly, "So why are you so proficient?"
Fu Zhihuan thought for a while, as if he suddenly understood the meaning of Wen Ruan, his brows and eyes stretched, and a shallow smile appeared at the end of his eyes: "So you're angry about this."
Wen Ruan didn't say anything.
"Wen Ruan." Fu Zhihuan called her name softly, but said very seriously: "I have never liked anyone before, this is my first time in love."
"..."
"You are my first love."
For some reason, Wen Ruan's heart suddenly softened into a ball, her cheeks were flushed, she was awkward for a long time, she obviously had something to say, but in the end it turned into a simple "oh".
Fu Zhihuan laughed softly, bent down, buried his head in her neck, and said softly, "Let's get engaged."
"… Um??"
This topic jumps too fast!
Wen Ruan reacted for a while, although she still nodded in her heart, she was still a little emotional because of the failure of the provocation just now, so she snorted softly and turned her head: "Are you kidding, we were just together, how could I agree to be with you so quickly? got engaged."
As soon as she said the words, she regretted it spinelessly, and then added in a soft voice: "No matter what, it will take a day before I agree."
Fu Zhihuan stood up with a smile, and held out his hand to Wen Ruan.
As soon as she put her hand into Fu Zhihuan's, she was pulled by him unexpectedly, and she fell into his arms, with her back pressed against his chest.
"Why have you been so clingy lately! Be as virtuous as your Earl!"
Wen Ruan's face was flushed, and after struggling for a while, he found that Fu Zhihuan's arms were getting closer, so he had no choice but to let him toss, and obediently nestled into his arms.
She puffed up her cheeks, angrily reached out and grabbed the photo album on the side, flipped back a few pages, and said quietly, "Why don't you have any black history photos?"
Fu Zhihuan was calm and composed: "With your boyfriend's level, there will be no such photos."
...so arrogant.
But Wen Ruan found that the fact seemed to be the case.
Fu Zhihuan's entire photo album is like a mobile photo magazine, and none of them can be used as any point of discredit.
She turned a few pages back, and when she was about to close the photo album, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a photo.
This picture seems to be a snapshot taken during a basketball game, and it doesn't capture Fu Zhihuan very clearly, but the surrounding scenes make Wen Ruan feel very familiar.
...Isn't this the basketball gym she used to play in high school
Fu Zhihuan caught Wen Ruan's pause, followed her gaze, moved slightly, and said calmly, "This picture was taken during the school league."
Wen Ruan suddenly realized.
The basketball gymnasium of my high school spent a lot of money to build, so it is often requisitioned and turned into a venue for various competitions.
Most of the colleges and universities in Tong City are very close together. It is not surprising that Fu Zhihuan has been here.
Unexpectedly, she poked Fu Zhihuan's face in the photo with her index finger, and then whispered: "It's a pity, every time there is a game in our school's basketball hall, I would sneak to the canteen to buy snacks, or... maybe Can we meet sooner?"
At this moment, Fu Zhihuan didn't answer immediately, he just smiled, lowered his head and rested his chin on Wen Ruan's shoulder, and said softly after a long time: "Well, maybe."
"Let me tell you how much effort I have put in to arrange the venue for the engagement banquet for you today. How can you threaten me with a photo and ask me to do things for you without making an appointment in advance? You definitely owe me a favor this time." —”
And at this moment, Fu Mingheng's noisy voice suddenly came from the door, and the next second, the door was suddenly pushed open.
Then, he caught sight of the miraculous poses of Fu Zhihuan and Wen Ruan.
It was vaguely the same scene as a few days ago.
Fu Mingheng was silent for a while, then withdrew and closed the door.
Wen Ruan reacted for a while, then turned to look at Fu Zhihuan: "You threatened Fu Mingheng with the women's clothing photo to help you solve the address of the engagement banquet?"
"Well, but it's not that much, it's mainly parents who are making arrangements."
Fu Zhihuan rubbed Wen Ruan's hair, Wen Wen said slowly: "Time is very tight, I'm not sure if we can communicate the location, so I want to tell you after we talk about the location."
Wen Ruan didn't speak, but drooped her eyelids.
Fu Zhihuan stretched out his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, and coaxed her softly: "Unhappy?"
"No."
Wen Ruan shook her head, thought for a while, and then said very seriously: "I almost forgot, I must have a backup of that photo of Fu Mingheng's women's clothing!"
This is simply an invincible and easy-to-use plug-in!
"Sense of ceremony! Do you know what a sense of ceremony is? I think the setting of enclosing the stage with a bunch of colorful flowers is really too vulgar. Even an engagement banquet cannot use such a hasty plan!"
Wen Ruan stood in the long aisle of the engagement banquet with her waist in her waist, and directed the staff on the spot painstakingly: "What I want is the kind of high-end with a little low-key, romantic but not cliché, not too exaggerated but A design that contains connotations in its simplicity!"
"Ah! Who told you to put Barbie dolls on top of the cake? Don't you think the body proportions are scary? And the skirt on it has no sense of design!"
"No! If you insist on broadcasting a PPT with a photo of me and Fu Zhihuan on the screen before the engagement, I will run away immediately!"
Fu Zhihuan was sitting on a chair a few meters away, slowly holding a cup of tea, looking at Wen Ruan standing in front of him who was furious and furious, and the engagement ceremony planner who was busy taking notes.
Fu Mingheng who was on the side whispered, "Why don't you try to persuade her, I'm afraid she will be so angry that she will run away from home before the engagement begins."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at him: "I remember, the engagement banquet seems to be planned by you, right?"
Fu Mingheng raised his head proudly: "Yes, I participated in half of it! I have long wanted to plan this kind of project to practice my skills, and I think I am quite talented in this area. You see, part of the temperature I planned Ruan doesn't seem to have any intention of changing it!"
As soon as the words fell, Wen Ruan took a step forward, walked up to Fu Zhihuan, threw the menu on the table, and curled up his lips to show a "friendly" smile: "The planner said that the dishes are ordered by you, Tell me, who of you two ordered the roast suckling pig."
At the end, he added: "And there is still a whole one for each table."
"..."
Fu Zhihuan glanced at Fu Mingheng from the corner of his eye.
Fu Mingheng coughed and patted his chest forcibly: "What's wrong with the roast suckling pig? This year is the year of the pig, and it's also a famous dish in the Manchu Banquet."
Wen Ruan was very angry: "Are you going to let me walk down this aisle, and see the little piggies in all directions pay attention to me?"
Speaking of this, she gritted her teeth and added: "And it's still a roasted little piglet."
Fu Mingheng scratched the back of his head in embarrassment, then thought about it carefully, and felt that it was really not good, but he still found a way for himself: "It's okay, isn't it just one dish, just change it."
"That's right, it's just a dish."
Wen Ruan took a deep breath, then turned over a page of the thick wedding planning book, arched her fingers and clicked a line of words: "Then who came up with the good idea of inviting an orchestra to perform live? "
Fu Mingheng actively raised his hand and said proudly: "Me!"
Wen Ruan smiled: "Then why did you invite the Suona Orchestra?"
Fu Zhihuan coughed and choked a mouthful of tea in his throat.
"What's wrong, Quintessence."
"There's nothing wrong with Suona, but I designed it in a western style."
"...All right, if you don't want suona, then don't want suona."
"I also suggest canceling the poetry recitation project before the opening ceremony, and the sentence 'On a sunny day we ushered in a happy day makes my heart turbulent and weep with joy', is it embarrassing for the master of ceremonies to recite?"
"...this poem was written by me myself."
Wen Ruan was silent for a while: "I'm sorry."
Fu Zhihuan, who was drinking tea calmly just now, finally put down his teacup, pinched his brow bone with some headaches, and felt his temples throbbing.
It seemed that the engagement banquet could not go as smoothly as expected.
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