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Chapter 294 If you fail to flirt with me, will you hit me?
No eyebrows.
Wen Zhixia took note of this important feature.
"Anything else?" she continued. "Are there any other characteristics?"
The old man shook his head. "I don't remember. He was dressed very normally. I only saw his eyebrows when his hat fell off."
Wen Zhixia pondered, "Then, was this man arrested by the police?"
The old man thought for a while thoughtfully.
"I remember when the police car arrived, they carried the young man onto a stretcher," he said, looking at the bustling street below. "Now that you mention it, I don't think I really saw anyone being arrested!"
After that, he stood up and said, "Wait, I'll go across the street and ask for you."
Wen Zhixia's expression changed, and she immediately followed the old man.
The two of them asked several people who set up stalls here all year round, as well as several residents who lived here.
The answer I got was always the same: the other person was dressed in ordinary clothes, and his only distinguishing feature was that he had no eyebrows.
Of course, in Wen Zhixia's opinion, this person not only has no eyebrows, but also has another characteristic, which is that he is very good at using a knife.
After asking, it was almost eight o'clock.
Wen Zhixia thanked the old man and bought two boxes of imported mangoes to express her gratitude.
We arrived at the roadside and sent Qingqing home first.
"Sister, did you get what you wanted?" Qingqing couldn't help but express her curiosity. "Who are you looking for? Sister, why do I feel like you're a hidden boss?"
"You've read too many novels. How can there be so many big shots?" Wen Zhixia smiled and changed the subject. "By the way, does your mother know you came out with me?"
"I don't know," Qingqing said. "My mother works at a restaurant at night, and she also does housework during the day. She's very busy, and even busier at the end of the year. She doesn't have time to take care of me, so don't worry."
Wen Zhixia sighed a little.
Qingqing's family is in such a difficult situation, she is in poor health, and she is bullied by her teacher.
But she still looks very sunny and positive, without any gloomy feeling of complaining about everything.
"If you have any homework you don't understand, ask me again. It's also okay with math, physics, and chemistry," Wen Zhixia told her before getting on the bus. "You still have to study hard and get into a good high school."
Qingqing nodded and said, "Sister, I will listen to you. I just don't like Cui Lijuan, so I deliberately didn't attend her class."
"She shouldn't embarrass you again," Wen Zhixia said, "Go back and be careful on the road."
After seeing Qingqing off, she also took a taxi home.
Traffic in the city is unobstructed after the peak period.
Twenty minutes later, the car stopped at the entrance of the community.
Wen Zhixia was carrying mangoes and flowers she bought on the roadside. As soon as she walked into the community, she saw a familiar figure sitting in front of the flower bed on the stairwell at the door of her house.
The man was wearing a black wool coat, with one hand in his coat pocket and the other holding a mobile phone. He lowered his head, and the faint light from the phone screen shone on his face, making his tall nose bridge eye-catching and dazzling.
Wen Zhixia quietly quickened her pace, walked over, and sat next to Fu Ruoshi.
"Hi." She greeted, "Sir, would you like to add me on WeChat? I'm a wealthy woman."
Fu Ruoshi was listening to a meeting with his head down and headphones on. The neighborhood was pitch dark. He just felt that a sweet-smelling woman was sitting over to him and seemed to want to talk to him. He immediately moved a long way to the side, turned his head, and his whole body showed rejection.
Wen Zhixia didn't understand.
It was a rare opportunity for me to be humorous with him, but he actually avoided me???
She reached out and pushed Fu Ruoshi on the back of his head.
As a result, she was still holding a lot of heavy fruits in her hands, and she didn't control her strength well, so she hit Fu Ruoshi on the head with a loud bang, knocking him forward.
Fu Ruoshi was stunned, thinking, what the hell, this woman hits me after failing to flirt with me?
You dare to hit me on the head?
What kind of world is this?
He took off his headphones and stood up suddenly, "Are you fucking..."
However, before he could utter the words "I'm tired of living", he saw Wen Zhixia's pretty face full of surprise, looking at him in confusion, and the face that had been cold and stern just now was instantly filled with tenderness.
"Hi, baby." He lowered his eyes and reached out to hug her.
Wen Zhixia was so disgusted by the words that she felt uncomfortable all over and took two steps back.
However, she only then saw that Fu Ruoshi was wearing headphones and the TEAMS meeting interface was on his phone screen.
"You're in a meeting, sorry." She apologized, "Go on, go upstairs, it's cold down there."
Fu Ruoshi's meeting was over. He followed Wen Zhixia and took the opportunity to go upstairs to explain a few things in English before hanging up the phone.
After entering the house, he saw the flowers in Wen Zhixia's hand and happily pulled her, "Is this for me?"
Wen Zhixia was about to say that the flowers were not for her, but the mangoes were for her, but then she saw the information about Wanfeng that she had placed on the dining table.
She left in a hurry tonight and didn't expect Fu Ruoshi to come, so she forgot to collect it.
He must not see it, otherwise, with his intelligence, he would be able to find out in three days that Fu Keming is seriously ill. In order to ensure the safe ascension of his only son, he is using the last time to help him clear the obstacles.
"It's for you, Happy New Year."
Wen Zhixia let go of the flowers and mangoes in her hands, walked to the table and began to pack up.
"What are you collecting?" Fu Ruoshi saw her panic and walked over, "I'll help you collect it."
"No need," Wen Zhixia casually put a note with a crimson memory written on it into the folder, "My thesis, please don't mess it up. Go wait for me on the sofa, I'll make you a midnight snack when I'm done."
Although her expression was calm enough, Fu Ruoshi still noticed something strange.
He is very good at observing people's words and expressions. After all, he grew up looking at his parents' faces. He is very perceptive and knows that when people hide something, they will subconsciously avoid the topic.
"Oh, okay."
Fu Ruoshi put down what she was holding, sat on the sofa, and flipped through her medical journal.
Although I didn't pay attention to what Wen Zhixia was collecting, I could tell from the sound that she was collecting it in a hurry.
If it was a thesis, she could have collected it slowly.
In addition, according to her personality, as long as you don't make her angry, she won't leave herself out there when you meet someone.
What's going on?
Fu Ruoshi felt like there was something stuck in his throat. He knew that Wen Zhixia was not a person who liked to hide things, and this was not the first time he had this feeling. He had this feeling at his grandfather's grave after the last scene in Fu Keming's office.
On this side, Wen Zhixia packed up her things, put the documents back into the bedroom drawer and locked it.
"What do you want to eat?"
She washed her hands, walked to the sofa and asked Fu Ruoshi, "Have you eaten tonight? Do you want fried salmon? You won't gain weight if you eat it. I just happen to have some lemons here."
Fu Ruoshi put down the magazine in his hand and looked up. "Are you hiding something from me?"