Desperate Pretense At Being Poor - Chapter 39

    Perhaps it was because she was very nervous these days, Wen Ruan had been sleeping lightly.

    Although Professor Su gave her a few days off, she still woke up early. After washing up, he rubbed his eyes and walked out of the bedroom, ready to make some breakfast for himself.

    But before she walked out of the corner, Wen Ruan heard a noise from the kitchen.

    She leaned against the wall and looked in the direction of the voice, and at a glance she saw Fu Zhihuan’s back, wearing a white shirt with creases that outlined his straight figure.

    A quiet morning.

    And this incomparably peaceful scene made Wen Ruan feel an illusion of an old couple living a life, like a husband preparing breakfast for his wife who got up late.

    How beautiful, how touching!

    So Wen Ruan asked with tears in her eyes, “Are you making breakfast?”

    “Earl’s breakfast.” Fu Zhihuan replied.

    “…”

    Not a person.

    After a while, Wen Ruan’s sadness of “I want to become a vicious female supporting actress and watch Bai Yueguang ascend” surged up again.

    This time, I was still stirring the pain of “he’ll just go talk to the cat to be friends with the cat, dog man”. The two kinds of vinegar from different sources were mixed together and suffocated.

    She sucked her nose, then deliberately stepped on her feet hard, standing next to Fu Zhihuan, she could make a big noise to get milk powder, and her tone also had a hint of nothing to do: “Let me let.”

    Fu Zhihuan glanced at the person beside him: “Are you in a bad mood?”

    Wen Ruan made an excuse: “No, get up.”

    After he finished speaking, he glanced at the things in the hands of the person beside him.

    Cat Food.

    It’s cat food again.

    Boiled chicken **** are better than their own.

    Wen Ruan was so overwhelmed by the vinegar in her heart early in the morning that she exerted force on her hands, but the milk powder bag collapsed and the milk powder was scattered on the table.

    She lowered her head and looked at the pile of things in front of her, her mood was rock bottom.

    Mercury retrograde.

    Definitely Mercury retrograde.

    Just when Wen Ruan was scrambling to find a rag to clean up the mess, suddenly a glass of milk was placed in front of him.

    “Take it.”

    After Fu Zhihuan put down the milk, he turned around and took out another plate from the side, and handed it to Wen Ruan—

    Tomato pasta, and a single-sided poached egg and broccoli.

    Wen Ruan was stunned for a while, then reached out to take it, tilted her head slightly, and said with a little arrogance in her tone: “Didn’t you say you’re making cat food?”

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan fed the Earl to breakfast, straightened up and took off the tie beside him, walked to the entrance: “I’ll go first.”

    “Hey.”

    Wen Ruan was sipping her milk, when she saw Fu Zhihuan leaving, she suddenly raised her head and shouted.

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head.

    Wen Ruan lowered her eyes, the heat from the cup hit the tip of her nose, with a stream of heat that burned her red. After a long time, he asked in a low voice, “Then you are coming back for dinner tonight.”

    A few seconds of silence.

    Wen Ruan also felt sorry for her, feeling that what she said sounded too much like a girl who was in love with her boyfriend reluctantly, so she immediately raised her head and forced an explanation: “Don’t get me wrong! I just feel sorry for your breakfast, so I just want to pay it off early.”

    “I don’t like to owe favors.”

    This string of words was spoken quickly, as if she was afraid of being exposed by Fu Zhihuan, and at the end she turned her head arrogantly.

    After a long time, Wen Ruan heard Fu Zhihuan chuckle and say, “Okay.”

    Close the door.

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and pressed the elevator, watching the red number slowly rise, suddenly remembered the phone call with Fu Mingheng last night.

    “You are not afraid of Wen Ruan discovering your identity.”

    “Well, so I’m going to find a formal opportunity to tell her, probably…just this time.”

    “I think Wen Ruan will be angry.”

    “Well, should be angry.”

    Fu Zhihuan laughed and said slowly, “I’m sorry for her.”

    “What will you do then?”

    “Pursue her.” Fu Zhihuan lifted his eyes, his tone slowed down, and said lightly: “I’m quite patient, I can wait.”

    “…” Fu Mingheng was silent on the other end of the phone for a long time, then took a deep breath and said, “It’s just in popular words, tell me the truth…”

    “Tell you what?”

    “Have you been pierced by a soul?”

    “…”

    Fu Zhihuan hung up.

    Although she didn’t go to work today, Wen Ruan was still at home and honestly writing and drafting documents that had not been completed before.

    The earl was very clingy, jumped up and down to pounce on Wen Ruan, and finally took her hand as a pillow, and pressed his whole body on her arm.

     Cats are degrading.

    This is probably the case.

    At first, Wen Ruan held the count righteously to the ground: “No, we are rivals in love.”

    Afterwards, I couldn’t help the earl’s milk cat, so I could only let it toss, and by the way, I played with things and patted the fish for a while.

    Until Qin Sushan sent a message—

    [Qin Sushan]: Mr. Qin Biyang is going to sue Xu Binrui and them. Now many lawyers want to take up this case. I heard that He Ziqin’s studio is just around the corner. It seems that he was slapped in the face by you yesterday, and now he is looking for an opportunity to restore his reputation.

    Wen Ruan frowned and was about to reply when a message suddenly popped up on the screen.

    “I take the liberty to interrupt, do you know if Miss Wen Ruan is free now?”

    It was sent by Mr. Qin Biyang.

    Wen Ruan just cradled herself into the chair as if she had no bones, and when she saw the news, she straightened up quickly.

    [Wen Ruan]: Are you free, Mr. Qin?

    [Qin Biyang]: Well, I’ve been thinking about it for a few days and decided to sue Xu Binrui’s children for extortion and illegally taking pictures of Wan Wan. My family also fully supports me. In fact, I am not ignorant. I can see that many lawyers just want to get a good reputation from me, so after thinking about it, I just feel relieved to leave it to you.

    [Qin Biyang]: If it is convenient, I can come to the office to talk to you in detail.

    No matter which aspect, Wen Ruan is very willing to take this case, but she does not want Qin Biyang to make blind choices based on personal feelings.

    So she quickly replied to the message:

    “I’m not in the office now. If you are at home, I can come and talk to you now. You need to be careful when choosing a lawyer. You can listen to my opinion and analysis before making a choice.”

    When Wen Ruan arrived at the bottom of Qin Biyang’s house, he glanced at a black BMW parked downstairs.

    People living in this area generally do not have very high incomes, so this car is parked on this cluttered and crowded street, which seems quite out of place.

    It seems that someone should visit Mr. Qin Biyang.

    At this moment, the sound of high heels coming downstairs came from the corridor, and then a familiar female voice gradually became clear from far to near, with a bit of displeasure in her tone.

    “Qin Biyang is really ignorant of praise. I helped him for free three years ago, and now I have no gratitude at all.”

    Someone hurriedly flattered her words: “Yeah yeah, Miss He, don’t know him in the same way. I think he’s swaying his face because of his own attention, and wait for this to catch the limelight. However, there are probably not many people who are willing to help him like you do.”

    “It’s okay, you have already found the photos when I came to talk to Qin Biyang just now, right?”

    He Ziqin had walked out of the corridor, she reached out and took out the sunglasses from her bag and put it on lazily: “Find some media to edit the copy and send it out, by the way, who wrote the copy for my Weibo yesterday? Let her take her salary and leave today, our studio does not raise waste.”

    He Ziqin’s complexion is not very good, and there are still some traces of dark circles under the eyes.

    Last night, she experienced a major turning point from being admired by many stars, and then being ridiculed by the crowd. affected.

    It took several emergency PRs in a row to suppress this matter a little.

    After hearing that Qin Biyang was going to sue Xu Binrui and them today, He Ziqin wanted to seize this opportunity and fight a beautiful turnaround.

    Although He Ziqin is very popular, but fortunately, before he came, he had already asked someone to take a few photos of himself visiting the door. Save a little reputation.

    Thinking of this, He Ziqin’s mood improved slightly.

    She raised her chin and walked towards the door of her car with her head held high. Who knew she looked away, but she happened to see Wen Ruan leaning against the door, smiling lazily at herself.

    Wen Ruan raised her right hand and greeted her with a frown, “Hi.”

    …Hi shit.

    He Ziqin’s movements froze, and then her mood suddenly fell to freezing point.

    This is the person I least want to see in such a short time.

    Not to mention that if Wen Ruan hadn’t suddenly posted a long Weibo yesterday, he wouldn’t have fallen to this point.

    The most exciting thing for He Ziqin was when he woke up this morning and saw that several media had filmed a video about interviewing Wen Ruan.

    In the video, Fu Zhihuan was full of low air pressure, and Meifeng reached out his hand coldly, shielding Wen Ruan from the crowd and protecting her all the way.

    This made He Ziqin’s mood even more mixed.

    The person whom I have not dared to touch easily for so many years, so easily protects Wen Ruan, the delicate eldest lady, which is really unpleasant.

    So He Ziqin’s tone was not very good: “Who am I supposed to be, it turns out to be our lawyer Wen.”

    “Isn’t it fair and dignified yesterday on Weibo? Why do you want to get involved today?”

    Wen Ruan let out a “huh”, frowned and made a thoughtful expression, and then pretended to be puzzled and asked, “Hey? Didn’t Miss He be invited by Mr. Qin? I thought you were invited to visit.”

    “After all, it’s not polite to come unannounced.”

    He Ziqin’s face stiffened: “What did you say?”

    The author has something to say: at this time, Fu Zhihuan may not know how many readers are looking forward to his dismemberment scene.

    Double shift tomorrow, I’m going home!

    This chapter still draws 50 red envelopes.

    Then I pushed Jiyou’s new article, Shi Ting is really a very good child. After knowing that I was going to tweet to her, in return, I pulled me into a 4D spelling room to supervise my update.

    I was very moved and blocked her. This is the last introduction she left to me before she blocked:

    “Screaming husband, do you dare to promise” by Shi Ting

    Lin Yan never thought that she would marry at an early age. The other party was a group boss who grew up with him and wanted money, money and looks, Huo Jingyan.

    He is good at everything, but the family is married, and the two have no feelings for each other.

    Before marriage, Lin Yan made three chapters with him:

    But after marriage—

    Lin Yan went to the nightclub to dance, and Huo Jingyan blocked her at the door: Lin Lin, it’s too late, it’s time to go home.

    Lin Yan was molested by Xiao Xianrou, Huo Jingyan unbuttoned her shirt in front of her: Does he have a better figure than me?

    Lin Yan wanted to go to the island to play, Huo Jingyan bought her the whole island.

    Lin Yan quarreled with him, Huo Jingyan hugged her and whispered: Lin Lin is not angry, I will buy you your favorite Hermes limited edition bag.

    …

    Afterwards, a friend asked Lin Yan to go out, but Lin Yan refused.

    My friend was surprised: what happened to you?

    Lin Yan: It’s hard to say, I went home to be a good wife and mother and went to QAQ

    Lin Yan and Huo Jingyan grew up wearing the same pair of open-crotch pants when they were young, and they teased each other and wanted to be each other’s Backup.

    If they are not married at thirty-five, they are married.

    As a result, just after the age of twenty-five, Lin Yan married Huo Jingyan in a hurry.

    On the wedding night, he bit the little girl’s earlobe, his voice low and ambiguous: Lin Lin, I can’t wait for the remaining ten years.

    It’s probably a story of a little green plum who was beaten to death by a bamboo horse step by step (?)

    Easy wedding cookies with a little sand sculpture flavor.

    Love after marriage √ Full score for sweetness √

    Thanks to the little angel who threw the grenade: asguijin1;

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: 20 bottles of kimkim; 10 bottles of Thirteen;

    Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!