pampered roses

Fu Linshuang came back the next day.

The first thing he did when he came back was to look for Tangli.

Angrily, she rushed to Tangli's room, intending to sue Fu Zechen's beastly behavior to the public.

It's just that as soon as he saw Tangli, he was called to the study by Fu Zechen.

Tangli didn't know why, so she reluctantly entered the study as she watched Fu Linshuang with a stinky face.

When Fu Linshuang came out of the study again, it was already 10 minutes later.

Tangli was waiting for her at the door, while Fu Linshuang looked at the door of the study with a complicated look on her face.

Tangli frowned, a little worried, thinking that Fu Zechen had punished her for letting Fu Linshuang go to the bar before, "Linshuang, little uncle punished you?"

Fu Linshuang nodded, then shook her head, and dragged Tangli downstairs.

Tangli didn't find it funny, "Linshuang, what's the matter?"

Fu Linshuang sat next to Tangli, with her arms around her without saying a word, still thinking seriously.

"I," Fu Linshuang moved her mouth, seemed to hesitate for a moment, glanced at Tangli, and finally snorted, "It's nothing, it's just that my uncle doesn't behave normally."

Why didn't she realize that her uncle was such a beast before?

It was fine to send her back to her hometown to kneel in the ancestral hall yesterday, but today she even threatened her not to tell Tangli what happened in the car last night...

It really is……

Tangli also couldn't figure out Fu Linshuang's brain circuit, so she simply stopped asking and picked up the courseware next to her to prepare for the lesson.

Upstairs, Fu Zechen didn't know when he came out of the study, and he was standing on the second floor, looking at Fu Linshuang coolly, with a sense of warning inexplicably at the end of his long and narrow eyes.

Fu Linshuang shrank her shoulders, snorted again, hugged Tangli and said nothing.

Tangli looked at the relationship between the two, and smiled, "Okay, don't be angry, Linshuang, please rest for a while, and we have class later?"

Fu Linshuang hugged Tangli's waist coquettishly, "Okay..."

Tangli hooked her lips helplessly.

Fu Zechen came down from upstairs, glanced at Fu Linshuang with a cool expression, lowered his head to straighten his cuffs, and said to Tangli calmly, "Don't worry about her today, go out with me later."

Fu Linshuang frowned, and slapped the table, "Fu Zechen, you're going too far! Sister Tangli is my teacher, and you're stealing it now?"

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes, "Isn't kneeling enough in the ancestral hall?"

Fu Linshuang clenched her fists, shut up cowardly, turned around and went upstairs.

Sitting on the sofa, Tangli was stunned for a moment, then looked at Fu Zechen: "Now?"

Fu Zechen hummed, raised his hand and looked at the time on his watch, "Is there time to change clothes in 10 minutes?"

Tangli nodded, didn't ask any more questions, and went upstairs to change immediately.

She changed into a light pink cheongsam, her long hair was pulled back, and she didn't wear much makeup. After talking to Fu Linshuang, she went out with Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen drove, and the two gradually left the city center. The surrounding buildings decreased, and lush trees could be seen in the distance.

Finally, we parked at the gate of a villa.

"Here we are." Fu Zechen unbuckled his seat belt and said calmly.

Tangli opened the door and got out of the car, and looked into the villa.

This villa is built on the mountain, and there is a large plaque at the entrance with the words "Youran Tea House" written on it. It can be seen that the owner of the villa is very elegant, and the words on the plaque seem to be drawn by random calligraphy.

Except for some flowers planted on the fence in front of the gate, as far as the eye can see, there are tea trees all over the mountains and plains.

Tangli took a panoramic view of the scene in front of her, then turned her head to look at Fu Zechen: "What did you bring me here for?"

Fu Zechen was dressed very casually today, with a silver-gray shirt and black sunglasses on his face, revealing only the sharp and distinct jaw line. He handed a sun hat to Tangli, and said lightly, "You will know in a while."

Fu Zechen raised his foot and walked in. Tangli put on his hat and followed behind him in a daze.

They kept walking inside, passing through the lush tea trees, Tangli could vaguely see some people in front of them, as if they heard their movement, that person got up and turned his head to look.

He is a very elegant middle-aged man. He looks to be in his early forties and has an extraordinary temperament, but what is incompatible with him is that he is wearing a straw hat in a down-to-earth manner, and a simple gray T-shirt. A bamboo basket, holding a small handful of tea leaves in his hand.

Seeing Fu Zechen, the man smiled,

"Yo, come so soon?"

Fu Zechen took off his sunglasses, stepped forward to help him carry the bamboo basket, and said with a smile, "Isn't this coming again and again, Uncle Ye, to rub tea with you?"

"Don't come here, boy, old rules, pick some new tea for me first." Ye Wentian said bluntly.

Tangli followed Fu Zechen quietly, seeing that they were chatting happily and didn't interrupt.

Only then did Ye Wentian notice that someone was following Fu Zechen, he didn't see his face clearly, he only saw a pink cheongsam first, his eyes moved, "Bring the girl to me, what do you mean?"

Fu Zechen smiled lightly, turned to look at Tangli, asked her to come forward, and introduced,

"This is Tangli."

"This is Mr. Ye, you call him..." Fu Zechen hesitated, thinking about what to call him.

Tangli frowned, looked at Ye Wentian, "Hello, Mr. Ye."

Ye Wentian's expression did not know when he was stunned, his eagle eyes fell on Tangli's face, and he did not move for a long time.

Tangli was stunned, not knowing what went wrong.

Ye Wentian looked at her with a strange expression, "Your name is Tangli?"

Tangli nodded, "Yes."

Fu Zechen also saw something, walked up to Tangli, put his arms around her shoulders, and stood calmly in front of Tangli, blocking Ye Wentian's sight,

"Uncle Ye, today is what I told you before, and I will bring a child to meet you by the way."

Ye Wentian came back to his senses, his expression tensed a bit, his eyes moved away from Tangli, his expression was flat, he threw the tools to them, and said coldly, "You guys do your own thing, get out after picking the tea, don't bother me all the time. "

Fu Zechen smiled, with a rare and generous look, "Thank you, Uncle Ye."

Ye Wentian glanced at Tangli again, and did not turn away with a sullen face.

"Little uncle..." Tangli said after they left, "Mr. Ye..."

Ye Wentian seemed to treat him a little differently...

Especially after seeing her face.

Fu Zechen twisted the tea leaves, and the emerald green juice spread out on his fingertips. He looked calm, "Don't worry, Uncle Ye just has this temper."

Tangli pursed her lips, clenched her palms slightly, and didn't think about it any more.

Fu Zechen glanced sideways at Tangli, snapped his fingers in front of her, and put the sun hat on her head, "Why are you in a daze, go work as a coolie."

The two shuttled among the tea trees all afternoon before filling the bamboo baskets.

Fu Zechen handed over the bamboo basket to the staff of the tea house, and led Tangli to escape the heat indoors.

As soon as she entered the room, the heat dissipated a lot, but Tangli's face was still flushed, and there was a fine line of sweat on her forehead.

Fu Zechen didn't sweat much, looked down at her and suddenly laughed, "Is it hot?"

Tangli shook her head, looking very obedient, "No."

Fu Zechen looked at her with raised eyebrows, moved closer, and suddenly pinched her chin.

Tangli was startled, her body tensed up a bit.

Fu Zechen leaned very close, staring at her face with obsidian-like eyes, looking very carefully, and rubbing her chin with coarse-grained and slightly callused fingertips.

Tangli could almost feel the friction between the two people's skin textures.

She clenched the hem of her clothes tightly, her black eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings.

Fu Zechen didn't respond, he just rubbed his fingertips against her chin, looked at her carefully for a long while, then let go of his fingers, and said casually,

"My chin is rubbed with dirt."

The tense hands were suddenly released, and Tangli looked up at him.

Fu Zechen had already retreated to the original distance, picked up the tea on the table, and looked calm.