pampered roses

At night, Fu Linshuang didn't come back either, only Tangli and Fu Zechen were left at home.

Fu Zechen called the previous private chef to cook again, and it didn't take long for a smell to waft from the kitchen.

Tangli was a little curious, she stood at the door of the kitchen watching for a while, couldn't hold back her hands that were about to move, and went in to talk with the chef.

"Could you please teach me?"

The chef acted a little cautiously, and after realizing what Tangli said, he scratched his head, "Yes!"

Tangli bent her eyes and said thank you. Until dinner, Tangli stayed in the kitchen and learned how to cook.

During dinner time, Fu Zechen came down from the stairs, and Tangli came out of the kitchen with the dishes. Seeing him coming downstairs, she bent her eyes and said warmly, "It's time to eat."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows and sat in his seat.

Sitting opposite him, Tangli sat on the table with rich dishes and the smell of food. Tangli looked at Fu Zechen and said, "Little uncle, which one is my cooking?"

Fu Zechen remained silent, and tasted the dishes one by one, his eyes fell on the sweet and sour pork ribs, his fingers holding the chopsticks curled up, and he deliberately said lightly: "Sweet and sour carp?"

guessed wrong.

Tangli's expression tightened, feeling a little disappointed.

"No."

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, hiding the smile in his eyes, and was about to say something when a male voice suddenly came from outside.

"Uncle! Are you at home? I'm here to see you!"

It's Fu Qingyang.

Tangli's complexion changed, she put down her bowl and chopsticks and stood up, frowning, looking around, looking for a place to hide.

It was too troublesome for Fu Qingyang to see her here and have to explain again.

Fu Qingyang's voice was getting closer, Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, seeing Tangli's thoughts, and lightly ordered the servant behind him, "Stop him."

After the words fell, she got up and left her seat, and glanced at Tangli lightly: "Come here."

Tangli pursed her lips and followed Fu Zechen without saying a word. The two came to the door of a room under the stairs. Fu Zechen opened the door and entered, followed by Tangli.

The moment the door closed, Fu Qingyang also walked in.

He was wearing a light pink suit with combed hair, one hand in his pocket, and a smile on his face. When he came in, he saw two sets of bowls and chopsticks on the dining table.

"Uncle, do you have guests tonight?"

As he spoke, his eyes wandered around to find Fu Zechen's figure, and he was about to move forward, but was stopped by the servant's hand.

"Master Fu, you can't go in for the time being."

"why?"

Fu Qingyang frowned, with some curiosity in his eyes, but because he was in Fu Zechen's territory, he didn't dare to inquire too much, so he could only look around, trying to find some clues.

Across the door, Tangli and Fu Zechen stood by the door, neither of them said anything.

Through the door, Fu Qingyang's voice was indistinct, and Tangli couldn't hear it clearly.

Her attention was all on Fu Zechen behind her.

The storage room is not big, and there is a pile of sundries behind it, so there is not much room for two people to move around.

Tangli stood in front of Fu Zechen, as if she was being embraced by him.

She could feel the heat coming from Fu Zechen's body and the smell of cold sandalwood in the air.

Tangli's heart skipped a beat, her breathing paused, and her uncontrollable heartbeat accelerated.

The storage room was very quiet, and all her attention fell on Fu Zechen uncontrollably.

There was no light in the storage room, only a little moonlight came in from the window.

Fu Zechen lowered his head slightly, and he could see Tangli's jade-like neck.

His eyes darkened, his breathing became irregular and light, but it was obvious in this quiet atmosphere.

What lingers around is the two people's intertwined breath and body smell.

I don't know what the servant told Fu Qingyang, but Fu Qingyang left after a while.

The outside became quiet again, Tangli took a deep breath, and said softly, "Fu Qingyang seems to have left, let's go out."

As she said that, Tangli was about to open the door and go out, but her scalp tightened suddenly. Fu Zechen also noticed it. Looking at the black hair wrapped around the button, she said calmly, "Don't move."

Tangli didn't dare to move anymore. She felt Fu Zechen behind her approaching, and the heat on her back became more obvious. She breathed lightly on the top of her head. Tangli's body tensed up instantly, her breathing stopped, and she pursed her lips. , fingers curled up, the whole person is very stiff.

Fu Zechen was also having a hard time. He lowered his head and borrowed the moonlight to slowly untangle his entangled hair. As he got closer, the scent of shampoo mixed with the cool scent of Tangli's body intertwined in his breath, and the black hair was entwined around his cold bones. On the well-knotted fingers, black and white intersect, very intimate.

The unraveling process took less than a few minutes, but it seemed like a century.

Tangli let out a long breath, her breathing was a little short, and the temperature was moderate, but the foreheads of the two of them were covered with fine sweat.

"Thank you little uncle."

Tangli opened the door and walked out, leaving the confined space, she seemed to be alive again, without looking back at Fu Zechen, she spoke hastily.

"Uncle, I've finished eating. I'm a little tired. I'm going to rest first."

"Good night, little uncle."

After the words fell, Tangli went upstairs without looking back, and disappeared at the stairs not long after.

Fu Zechen stood on the spot, watching Tangli's disappearing back, then lowered his eyes, and his eyes fell on the teeth marks where his tiger's mouth was.