Fu Zhihuan raised his eyes to look at Xie Yanchi in front of him, hummed, and said calmly, "I know."
"Actually, I have never believed in promises. Many times what I say today may be reversed tomorrow, but I hope you won't."
Xie Yanchi snorted lightly, leaned against the table, and lowered his eyelids lazily.
After a long time, he raised his eyelashes and lowered his voice: "But if you dare to be sorry for her, I will take you with me even if I try my best."
Fu Zhihuan looked at him calmly, his usually emotionless eyes became more serious.
After a long time, he spat out a word solemnly and said, "Okay."
Both of them are sensible people, and they don't need any twists and turns, and they don't need any impassioned statements.
"Okay, I won't detain you anymore."
Seeing this, Xie Yanchi laughed lazily, straightened up, yawned slowly, and waved his hands, "Go find Wen Ruan, it won't save her from looking for you all over the world later."
Fu Zhihuan nodded with a smile: "Okay."
Then she closed her eyes and said slowly, "Thank you, cousin."
"..." Xie Yanchi got goose bumps all over his body when he was called out like that.
It was the first time that I was so unhappy being called my brother.
He squinted at Fu Zhihuan, and after a long time gritted his teeth and laughed, his tone was a bit speculative: "Success, I will see the gift my brother gave you later, remember to be grateful."
…Gift
When Fu Zhihuan found Wen Ruan, she was nestling in a chair, listening to something with headphones on, without even raising her head.
But the corners of the mouth were slightly raised, and the two shallow dimples were very clear.
"Are you looking at the gift Xie Yanchi gave you?"
Fu Zhihuan sat down in front of her, remembered what Xie Yanchi said just now, so he asked casually, "What is it?"
Wen Ruan raised her head subconsciously when she heard Fu Zhihuan's voice.
Hearing his question, the smile in her eyes deepened, she cleared her throat, and asked tentatively, "I really want to know?"
Looking at Wen Ruan's smiling face, Fu Zhihuan already had the feeling that something was wrong.
Sure enough, in the next second, Wen Ruan unplugged the earphones neatly, and then turned the volume button to the maximum—
The first is Fu Zhihuan's voice:
"Wen Ruan is with you?"
"I want to take the little girl home from you."
... Isn't this the fucking recording of Wen Ruan's phone call to Xie Yanchi the day Wen Ruan ran away from home
Immediately afterwards came Xie Yanchi's voice:
"Let me ask you, you have so many things on your mind. Where is Wen Ruan in your heart?"
In the recording, Fu Zhihuan almost didn't pause, and said every word with great solemnity: "She will always be in front of me."
Then, the recording was cut off.
There is also a title on the recording file - "The First Season of Fu Zhihuan's Search for Someone"
Wen Ruan was very moved: "I can hear your sincerity from the voice and tone of you suppressing the pain and showing such forbearance!"
Fu Zhihuan: "...Thank you."
Not very impressed.
He lowered his eyes, and was attracted by the title "Fu Zhihuan's Searching for People Season 1".
...absolutely.
Is there a second season
In the next second, Xie Yanchi's news suddenly jumped out:
[Pay 10,000 to listen to the second season immediately.]
"..." Fu Zhihuan was silent for a while.
How did Xie Yanchi develop such a bad habit of saving recordings at any time
However, at this moment, Wen Ruan folded her arms happily, raised her chin proudly, and looked as if she had finally managed to win the round: "Tell me, when did you have unreasonable thoughts about me?"
Fu Zhihuan couldn't help laughing, stretched out his hand and pinched her face, then touched her chin and thought for a while, then said: "Ten years ago..."
"Who are you lying to?" Wen Ruan turned her head angrily, walked a few steps to the side, and said angrily, "I was only in high school ten years ago, so I don't even know each other."
The air was quiet for a few seconds, Fu Zhihuan laughed, stepped forward and hugged Wen Ruan from behind, resting his chin on top of her head: "Then how can I put it another way?"
Wen Ruan snorted lightly: "What do you say?"
Fu Zhihuan thought for a while, then bent down with a smile, a deep voice sounded in her ears, with a somewhat bewitching hoarseness.
He said-
"From meeting you."
Although the preparations for the engagement banquet were indeed full of twists and turns, after the opening ceremony, everything went smoothly.
But before putting on the engagement ring, there was still a small episode.
Because the time control was not good enough, the host might be a little nervous, and when the atmosphere was lively, he said with a smile: "But I heard that this is the second engagement banquet for Mr. Fu and Ms. Wen?"
As soon as this sentence was said, the lively response just now, in line with the mobilization of the atmosphere, immediately fell silent.
It's really a pot that doesn't open.
Many of the people present were the onlookers who were passionately eating melons before, and they knew nothing about the two of them.
Especially a few months ago, Wen Ruan was still passionately insulting her fiancé, and even said that she would rather marry the little brother at the stinky tofu stall, and threw away the engagement ring by the way.
How can this kind of thing be admitted in public
However, just when the atmosphere was about to drop to freezing point, Fu Zhihuan took the microphone calmly, raised his eyebrows, and said lightly: "Yes."
There was an uproar around.
He actually admitted it!
However, in the next second, Fu Zhihuan lowered his eyes and said slowly: "That was the most arrogant and regretful decision in my life."
And now that I think about it, I still feel scared.
Later, I was afraid that if I hadn't met Wen Ruan at the train station that day, the ending would have been completely different.
If there were not so many coincidences, maybe I would never know what I missed in my whole life.
Wen Ruan was slightly taken aback when he heard this, then turned to look at him.
The eyes of the two men met.
The corners of Fu Zhihuan's lips relaxed, and the corners of his eyes were smiling, his dark eyes were full of tenderness.
"Thank you for coming to my side."
Once upon a time his life was shrouded in all the nightmares about the past, the thorns and vines all the way up, choking the throat, the sharp edge cutting the skin.
The darkness will gradually make people get used to being in its cage, and then it will gradually erode the body.
Until one day, it seemed that a little light suddenly came out from the gap.
The thorns retreated, and the darkness dissipated.
You are the light that breaks through the clouds.
After the engagement banquet, the two returned to Jiangcheng.
The first thing he did after re-living in Fu Zhihuan's apartment was to take the Earl to have him euthanized.
After performing a "farewell to life and death" scene with the doctor, Wen Ruan was in a good mood, and shared in the circle of friends the funny look of the Earl, who had no love for life after being anesthetized.
Wen Ruan was satisfied.
Even if you're a cat, you can't compete with me for a man.
And I'm super vengeful.
A month later, Wen Ruan's next case about Qin Wan started as scheduled.
This case is indeed very complicated, and because too much time has passed, it is still extremely difficult for the plaintiff.
What's more, this is the first court trial she participated in after three years of rest.
The day before the trial, Wen Ruan was really nervous.
She walked around the path from the second floor to the first floor, from the living room to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the bathroom all night.
Try various decompression solutions.
Such as reading books, practicing calligraphy, yoga and playing kings.
But none of them worked.
I can't read a line of the book, and the calligraphy is written like a bug crawling.
Yoga is too painful to bend over.
Not to mention playing the king, she was almost cut short by her teammates.
Finally, Wen Ruan gave up struggling, and lay in Fu Zhihuan's arms, weeping and begging for comfort: "Isn't there any simple and effortless method that can relax people physically and mentally?"
Fu Zhihuan touched his chin: "Yes."
Wen Ruan's eyes lit up: "What method."
Fu Zhihuan laughed, reached out to grab Wen Ruan's wrist, and pulled him up.
The big palm tightly grasped her waist, leading her to sit on his body.
The other hand held the back of Wen Ruan's small head, helped her to raise her head, then leaned over and kissed her.
With an aggressive and warm atmosphere.
He kissed her until her eyes sparkled and her chest rose and fell before she let go.
Fu Zhihuan let out a low laugh, raised his thumb and rubbed Wen Ruan's increasingly delicate lips, his voice was a little hoarse: "What do you think?"
"..." Wen Ruan leaned against Fu Zhihuan's shoulder, feeling weak all over, and even lost the strength to curse.
After a long time, he sniffled aggrievedly: "I can see it."
"Um?"
Wen Ruan choked up and said: "As expected, what you love is my breast, not my soul!"
"..."
Although she was really nervous before the trial, but in court, Wen Ruan seemed to let go of her heart, and played very steadily, even with ease.
The verdict came quickly and, as expected, the plaintiffs won.
This case received a high degree of social attention. After it was reported, countless media wanted to come to the door for interviews, but Wen Ruan declined them one by one.
What she wants to say has been made clear on Weibo a long time ago, so there is no need to use this matter to stir up the heat again and again.
Because every interview undoubtedly consumes Qin Wan and her family.
But the only program that was not rejected was a documentary interview broadcast on a local station.
This was decided by the law firm for reasonable publicity when Wen Ruanyi came to Jiangcheng, because he appeared on the human observation program and unexpectedly became popular.
The contract has been signed a long time ago, so it is not easy to refuse now, so I can only communicate again and again not to mention the recent case.
It wasn't until the day when the recording started that Wen Ruan suddenly remembered that another guest in this interview was He Ziqin.
In order to make up for the previous losses, He Ziqin has spent a lot of effort on Weibo to save his character design.
But marketing is still useful after all. After such a long period of continuous brainwashing, it finally won the support of a bunch of young netizens. One mouthful of "justice lawyer sister" is full of gimmicks.
Wen Ruan didn't mind too much.
She and He Ziqin didn't have any enmity at first, and they were responsible for different fields, and they were not very good competitors, at best they were rivals in love.
But obviously, now that he has successfully upgraded his relationship, this love rival is not worth taking care of.
After an interview, the host's questions were very profound and well-regulated, without going too far, and Wen Ruan responded very easily.
He Ziqin also got the question draft in advance, and answered very smoothly.
However, at the end of the show, the host suddenly smiled and asked an impromptu question: "So, do you both believe that lawyers exist to maintain justice?"
Wen Ruan froze for a moment.
And He Ziqin answered quickly: "Of course, I have always believed."
The host nodded. Seeing that Wen Ruan hadn't spoken, he smiled and gave him a questioning look.
Wen Ruan thought for a while, and then asked, "What is justice?"
The host was a little taken aback: "Maybe it's just...or doing the right thing."
Wen Ruan laughed: "That is to say, justice is not an exact definition. Everyone thinks that what is right is different, so the yardstick for evaluating justice is also different. Is that right?"
The host was kissed by these words, she pondered for a moment, then nodded.
"Since this is the case, lawyers definitely do not exist to maintain justice."
Wen Ruan's tone sounded gentle, but every word was firm: "It took a long time for human beings to change from a primitive society to a society ruled by law. What we lawyers uphold is the law itself, not an ambiguous law. Word of justice.”
The host was thoughtful, and after a long silence, he suddenly smiled and said very seriously, "Thank you."
After the recording of the show, Wen Ruan waited for Fu Zhihuan to pick him up, and prepared to go to the bathroom to fix his lipstick.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he entered, he happened to see He Ziqin leaning against the sink, smoking a cigarette with an unhappy expression on his face.
A speech prepared for a long time in advance was ruined by a last temporary question, and a wedding dress was made for nothing.
Wen Ruan glanced at her, not going to say hello.
She slowly unscrewed the lipstick cap, carefully applied it thinly on her lips, sipped it lightly, and then turned around to leave.
And at this moment, He Ziqin's leisurely voice came—
"Just post it like this, and I'm not afraid that people will get tired of playing it one day."
Hearing the sound, Wen Ruan paused for a moment, then turned her head and glanced at He Ziqin.
He Ziqin snorted coldly, gouged out the ring on Wen Ruan's hand.
"..." Wen Ruan pursed her lower lip, suddenly feeling amused, she snorted, then raised her eyelashes, and slowly highlighted two words: "No wonder."
"No wonder what?" He Ziqin said as if he had taken gunpowder.
Wen Ruan narrowed his eyes halfway, and with a smile in his words, he said slowly: "No wonder you and Fu Zhihuan have been classmates in university for four years, but he still can't find anyone for you."
He Ziqin's face was livid: "What do you mean?"
"What I mean is," Wen Ruan said lightly, "You really don't deserve others' effort to remember your name."
After speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.
As if being stepped on by the tail, He Ziqin let out a sharp and ear-piercing cry: "Can you explain clearly to me?"
Wen Ruan was a little annoyed.
This type of woman she is the most lazy to deal with.
My heart is higher than the sky, my life is thinner than paper, and I still feel that I have to be supported by others.
She frowned, and before she could speak, she heard a clear voice: "Ruan Ruan, come here."
Wen Ruan raised her eyes, only to realize that Fu Zhihuan was leaning against the corridor at the door at some point.
He frowned slightly, and there was a small cold light in his eyes, his eyes only stayed on He Ziqin for a second, then he moved away indifferently.
Wen Ruan stepped forward and stuffed his cold hands into his sleeves: "When did you come?"
Fu Zhihuan took her hand naturally and put it in his pocket: "It's been a while."
Wen Ruan laughed: "Let's go."
"En." Fu Zhihuan responded, and walked a few steps forward, but suddenly, as if remembering something, he stopped, turned his head to look at He Ziqin, and thought for a while: "What's your name?"
He Ziqin was taken aback for a moment, and just as he was about to answer subconsciously, he was interrupted abruptly by Fu Zhihuan.
"Forget it, it's not important."
He chuckled and raised his brows slightly: "I just want to tell you—"
"I was the one who betrayed her."
Today is also Fu Zhihuan who is trying to support his daughter-in-law.
The author has something to say: I didn't sleep last night, my mother had a dry cough and runny nose, and she has been a little nervous these days. The family is almost out of food. Now Wuhan is too afraid to go out to buy food, and the community is also locked.
The state is a bit bad and I barely finished writing this morning. After all, there is about one chapter left before the main text is finished, and I will finish it today.
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