Chapter 40:

Chapter 40:

    Wen Ruan raised her wrist without arrogance, glanced at the time, and said slowly: "Sorry, although I really want to catch up with Miss He, but it's getting late now, still Don't keep Mr. Qin waiting for a long time."

    Speaking of this, she did not forget to shoot at He Ziqin with a smile: "So, see you next time."

      But he still put on a stiff smile and reached out to shake it back: "Well, see you next time."

    Perhaps because she was angry, she shook hands slightly harder, as if taking the opportunity to vent her emotions.

    "His."

    Wen Ruan frowned slightly, snorted in pain, and then retracted her hand.

    He Ziqin knew the reason, but still put on a polite smile, pretending to be concerned: "what's the matter? I didn't pay attention just now, the strength in my hand is a bit strong, does it hurt you, Miss Wen? "

    "Well, it's alright."

    Wen Ruan raised her hand with a light smile, and showed He Ziqin the Band-Aid on her hand, her tone sounded a little disinterested: "Miss He is not strong either. It's very big, but last night I accidentally smashed the vase of Brother Fu Zhihuan's house, and then scratched a small hole, which just happened to be touched."

    "Last night."

    "Fu Zhihuan's house."

     While highlighting the key points, don't forget to speak innocently and casually.

    Level 10 lotus energy.

    He Ziqin's expression changed, and she keenly caught those key words.

    "It's my fault, but I can't help it..."

     Wen Ruan said this, her eyes half-closed, with a somewhat innocent smile on her face, her tone sounded very brisk: "Who wants me to be a charming lady."

    Although it seems to be an ordinary self-mockery, He Ziqin can clearly understand the irony in Wen Ruan's words.

    She must have heard the evaluation behind her back, so now she has to take a word to poke her sore spot.

    He Ziqin was not even in the mood to say goodbye in a perfunctory manner.

    After a moment, she turned around suddenly, stretched out her hand to open the car door and sat in, then slammed the door shut, as if to vent her emotions: "Drive!"

    Wen Ruan turned her head sideways and watched the black Mercedes leave the alley, her lips slightly raised, and she walked forward on high heels.

    Very boring low difficulty mobs.

    The psychological quality of this young lady is still not good.

    After analyzing the details of the lawsuit with Qin Biyang, it was almost half past twelve noon.

    There are hardly any surprises, this case will be taken over by Wen Ruan.

    But she just explained the affairs of the firm, and then reported it according to the regulations, and did not plan to publish the incident on the public platform.

    Because after all, this case is the inverse scale of many families, and although Qin Wan has passed away, if this kind of reputation-related matter spreads on the Internet, it will inevitably provoke some people curiosity.

    It is understood that Xu Binrui's group once circulated this group of photos in a small group, and her family would not want to see if someone really had trouble digging up.

    So Wen Ruan didn't want to use this to publicize.

    After saying goodbye to Mr. Qin Biyang, Wen Ruan went to a nearby shopping mall to have something to eat, and by the way updated her own cosmetics list with a new one.

    Qin Sushan called her: "Want to go out for dinner tonight? By the way, let's celebrate that you have received a new case?"

    "No."

    Wen Ruan chewed the pearls in the milk tea: "I'm going to have dinner with Fu Zhihuan tonight."

    Qin Sushan sneered: "How long have we not eaten together? Are men more important than best friends?"

    Wen Ruan: "...No, what kind of illusion do you have to think that you are comparable to the handsome boy?"

    Qin Sushan was silent for a while, and decided to change the topic of her own humiliation: "So you are going out on a date with our Fu Jian tonight? Okay, Wen Ruan, it took a long time to win already?"

    "No, I cook it myself." At the end, Wen Ruan solemnly added: "If you want to grab a man's heart, you have to grab the man's stomach first, so I personally Cook and try to get it right away."

    Qin Sushan was silent for a while: "To be honest, you are someone who knows nothing but instant noodles and tomato egg noodles, aren't you going to let Fu Jian live tonight?"

    "...what the fuck, hang up."

    Although Wen Ruan hung up the phone, she still seriously considered what Qin Sushan said.

    Indeed, I don't seem to know any other dishes besides cooking noodles.

    So she bought two big packs of cooked food, prepared to order a takeaway before Fu Zhihuan came back, and put them on a plate.

    "I bought" rounded up to "I made".

    Wen Ruan made up her mind just like that, and when she was passing by a decoration store, she suddenly had an idea.

    I felt that Fu Zhihuan's house was monotonous for a long time, so why not buy some decorations while he is away. Maybe he is bored at home in the future, and when he looks up at these wind chime dolls, he can give himself some favorability.

    So Wen Ruan went home in a big bag and started her own arrangement.

    After being busy for nearly an hour, she stood in the living room and looked at the fruits of her labor.

    Originally, Fu Zhihuan's home was decorated in uniform black and white, giving people a feeling of indifference. Now, with some vibrant decorations, the colors suddenly come alive.

    It's like a ray of sunshine shining in the cold space, and the warmth spreads out to dispel the cold temperature in the past.

    Perfect!

    Wen Ruan raised her chin proudly, and when she looked up, she caught a glimpse of the time on the wall—

    Fu Zhihuan is leaving get off work soon.

    So Wen Ruan quickly ordered a few takeaways, then sent the cooked food he bought into the microwave oven, and finally disposed of the packaging bags in the way of careful packaging, disguised as his own.

    After doing all this, she breathed a sigh of relief, and then lay on the sofa patiently waiting for Fu Zhihuan to arrive home.

    But until more than half an hour later than expected, Fu Zhihuan still did not come back.

    Wen Ruan frowned slightly.

    Is something wrong at work?

    She clicked on WeChat, but found that the conversation between the two was still this morning.

    Is it too busy?

    Wen Ruan tentatively sent a message.

    Ten minutes later, it is still like a rock sinking into the sea.

    An hour ago.

    Before get off work, the leader summoned all relevant personnel in charge of Lu Kechen's case, held a short meeting, and explained some follow-up procedures and content.

    After the meeting, Zhao Zichen put on Fu Zhihuan's shoulder: "Let's go? Go out and have a meal? It's been a long time since I ate together."

    "No." Fu Zhihuan glanced at his watch: "We have an appointment tonight."

    Zhao Zichen blinked: "And that lady lawyer in your family?"

    Fu Zhihuan squinted at him and said nothing.

    Zhao Zichen did not laugh properly: "Oh, Fu Jian didn't say to me 'let her go in a week' and 'I have nothing to do with her', at that time his tone was A cruel indifference, what's the matter now?

    Fu Zhihuan took a step, turned his head, narrowed his eyes, stared at Zhao Zichen calmly, and said nothing.

    Zhao Zichen was cowardly first, he shrank his neck: "What?"

    "When your ex-girlfriend broke up with you in your junior year, you went back to the bedroom drunk in the middle of the night, hugged the bedpost and cried all night calling 'dear', remember?"

     

    Zhao Zichen: "…"

    Fu Zhihuan: "So, what did you just say?"

    Zhao Zichen: "I'm sorry."

    This is the end of a failed provocation.

    And it wasn't until Zhao Zichen saw Fu Zhihuan press the car key that he suddenly remembered something, opened the car door and sat in: "Take me a foot? I didn't drive, it's too late for get off work now. It's hard to drive."

    Fu Zhihuan threw the key to him: "Sure, you drive."

    Zhao Zichen catches: "Yes."

    But before Zhao Zichen got into the driver's seat, he heard a gentle female voice suddenly behind him: "Officer Zhao, Fu Jian, how are you."

    The two turned their heads.

    The girl standing behind her is called Peng Mengyin, who is from the Footprint Examination Department and is familiar with Zhao Zichen. Although I have met with Fu Zhihuan a few times, the communication between the two is not much.

    In the case of Lu Kechen, she also followed the master to Dongyang Lake to investigate the footprints. This time, the teacher brought her more experience.

    Zhao Zichen leaned against the car door and laughed: "Little Junior Sister, are you still going back?"

    Peng Mengyin pursed her lips and smiled: "Well, I'm going to take a taxi."

    Zhao Zichen was stunned, glanced at the car keys in his hand, and touched his head, feeling a little embarrassed.

    He remembered that Peng Mengyin lived not too far away, since they had already met, he would be embarrassed not to give other girls a kick.

    So Zhao Zichen gave Fu Zhihuan a tentative look: "Old Fu, give me some face."

    Fu Zhihuan raised his hand and knocked on the car window, raised his eyes casually, and said lightly: "You decide, but you have to be home before seven o'clock, I don't want the little girl to wait too long."

    …Someone waiting to go home is different.

    Zhao Zichen glanced at the current time. Anyway, Peng Mengyin and himself also dropped by, so it shouldn't take too long.

    So he opened his mouth and said, "Come up, little junior sister, we will take you back."

    Peng Mengyin sat in the back of the car, listening to the two people in front of them choking each other, then raised his eyes and looked at the rearview mirror, his eyes stayed on the outline of Fu Zhihuan reflected in the mirror .

    The corners of her lips subconsciously raised.

    "Cough."

    Zhao Zichen noticed Peng Mengyin's expression at a glance, so he coughed and said with a smile: "Little Junior Sister, don't stare at our Fu Jian, there is someone waiting at his house. Take him back."

    Peng Mengyin retracted his gaze, lowered his eyes, laughed, and then touched the corner of his lips: "Hey? Does Prosecutor Fu already have a girlfriend?"

    "You have to ask him." Zhao Zichen laughed and glanced to the side: "What about you, it's all this, why isn't it your girlfriend."

    Fu Zhihuan turned his head, didn't say a word, just looked at Zhao Zichen lightly, and gave him a calm look.

    Zhao Zichen was shocked, then straightened up: "When I didn't ask."

    Fu Zhihuan let out a low laugh and retracted his gaze, but immediately keenly noticed a black car approaching him at an abnormal speed under the traffic light at the corner with its lights flashing.

    He frowned, then called out, "Zhao Zichen, right."

    As soon as Zhao Zichen looked up, he saw that the dark car was approaching, he immediately supported the wheel and adjusted the direction.

    "Bang."

    Time was running out, and the car still crashed.

    It is facing the passenger seat, where Fu Zhihuan is.

    The author has something to say: there is one more update tonight.

   

    Thanks to the little angel who threw mines: Dear Tong?

    Thanks to the little angel who irrigated the nutrient solution: Little Thirteen wanted to eat 10 bottles of meat; 2 bottles did not want to memorize words; 36975012, Yun Xichen 1 bottle;

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