pampered roses

The voice fell, and the box was suddenly silent.

Everyone present was stunned.

Fu Qingyang was also stunned, and said a little at a loss, "Uncle, what did you say?"

The man on the main seat had indifferent brows and eyes, his dark eyes were filled with a vague smile, he didn't speak, his eyes were still fixed on Tangli, his face looked cold and scrutinized.

Tangli's expression was calm, she only pursed the corner of her lower lip, her dark and clear eyes stared directly at the man in the main seat,

"Uncle, I don't understand what you mean."

Her eyes were clear, neither humble nor overbearing.

Fu Qingyang didn't dare to speak at the side, he just listened to Tangli's little uncle, and couldn't help frowning.

How does he feel... This "little uncle" Tangli's name is so catchy.

Fu Zechen didn't speak, and the people on the table behind him didn't dare to make a sound.

Tangli raised her eyes, and looked at the man in the main seat calmly.

The black Buddhist beads between the cold white wrist bones rubbed a few times, the man seemed to find it interesting, his thin lips pursed, and the sharp and upturned eyes revealed a hint of interest, his eyes slashed across her curvaceous outline like a knife blade, the dark blue dress The two legs are straight and beautiful.

"Boom-"

The tea cup on the slender joints touched the table and made a sound. Fu Zechen's expression was cold and calm, his dark eyes slowly moved away from Tangli, and finally he spoke, and said indifferently to his nephew beside him,

"Your girlfriend's clothes are soaked through,

Why don't you take it for a change? "

Fu Qingyang was startled, heaved a sigh of relief, and immediately raised his head with a flattering smile on his face, "Uncle is right, I almost forgot."

Fu Zechen's expression was indifferent, without giving him a look, he pushed the teacup aside calmly.

Tangli's fair fingers were clutching the hem of the cheongsam, her eyes were still fixed on the man in the main seat, her pink lips moved, as if she wanted to say something.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Fu Qingyang frowned and pulled Tangli.

Tangli came back to her senses, the waiter at the door had already come, she bent down and said to Tangli, "Miss Tang, please follow me."

Tang Li hummed, and gathered the hem of the cheongsam, then turned around and followed the waiter to go out to change.

After the people left, there was some noise in the box again.

Fu Qingyang took the initiative to step forward, poured a cup of tea for Fu Zechen, and said flatteringly,

"Uncle, what do you think of Tangli?"

Fu Zechen put his hands on the table, rubbing the black beads on the cold white wrist bones, his expression was very calm, and he commented lightly,

"generally."

Fu Qingyang's heart skipped a beat, the tea almost spilled out, and a few drops of water splashed onto Fu Zechen's cuff.

He raised his brows slightly, and there was a sharp chill in his sharp and indifferent eyes.

Fu Qingyang immediately wiped it with his hands.

"What? You like her very much?" Fu Zechen looked at his little nephew's distraught look, picked up the teacup, and said lightly.

Fu Qingyang's expression was a little awkward, "It's okay, it's pretty good-looking, but grandpa and my dad don't like it very much, so I want to bring it to my uncle for you to see..." His voice became lower and lower at the end of the sentence .

Fu Zechen understood what he meant, the corners of his lips twitched, and a smile of unknown meaning overflowed.

"Click—" the box door opened.

Tangli changed her clothes and came in.

The indigo cheongsam on her body has been replaced with a light crimson cheongsam with fine patterns on the lapel, and the long black hair that was originally tied up is also scattered. The whole person looks like a demure beauty who has stepped out of an ink painting The beauty makes people hold their breath.

The box was silent, and the people on the table were stunned for a moment, and the sound of breathing could be clearly heard.

Those present had seen many beauties, and there were countless beauties in cheongsams.

But it was the first time that Tangli could wear a cheongsam so vividly that people couldn't take their eyes off it....

Fu Qingyang was also taken aback for a moment, even though he already knew that Tangli was beautiful, he was still dazzled. After realizing it, he immediately walked to the side to block her, and said in a cold voice, "Who told you to let your hair down?"

Tangli acted as if she had never heard of it, her exquisite white chin was lifted slightly, her eyes fell on the man in the main seat, and she took the initiative to speak to Fu Zechen,

"Thank you little uncle, the cheongsam is very beautiful."

Fu Zechen's expression was indifferent, his chiseled side face was straight and straight, he only raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly, his gaze didn't stop much, he hummed lightly, and continued to play with the Buddhist beads in his hand.

It seems that there is no interest in it.

"Miss Tang's surname is Tang?" Someone at the table suddenly asked.

Fu Qingyang frowned, feeling bad in his heart, and was about to interrupt.

Tangli, who didn't talk much to the side, took the initiative to speak, "Yes, Tangli, Tangli fried snow."

She speaks clearly, looks generous and open, and looks at the man in the main seat without any hesitation.

The person who asked the question was shocked, and the person next to him couldn't help but speak,

"Tangli? Are you the little God of Kunqu opera from the Tang family?"

"Don't say it, it really looks like it."

"I noticed it from the moment I entered the door, it really looks like it."

Several people at the table chatted, all staring at Tangli.

At the age of 16, Tangjia Xiao Luoshen became famous in Kyoto with a kunqu water sleeve dance. No one in the circle knew about it, but she disappeared after something happened that year, and she really saw her face today.

Little Luoshen, little Luoshen, no wonder.

Fu Qingyang clenched his fists and looked at his uncle nervously.

Fu Zechen didn't have any expression on his face when he heard this, so he could only raise his eyes to look at Tangli who was standing gracefully by the side.

In his memory, he had a little impression of the little Luoshen from the Tang family, but the girl was only 13 years old when he met last time, right?

At that time, she didn't become a little Luoshen, she didn't dance well with water sleeves, and she sang Kunqu opera a little out of tune. She liked to hide in the garden alone and wipe her tears.

He squinted his eyes, his dark and deep eyes glanced coldly across the full and upright curve of the cheongsam, his sharp eyebrows slightly raised,

Now... all this big?