pampered roses

Surrounded by the cold sandalwood on Fu Zechen's body, a mountain-like body stood in front of him, and the gap between the two was so close that it exceeded the normal social distance.

While Fu Zechen spoke and breathed, all the warm breath sprayed around Tangli.

She froze and didn't move for a long time. Fu Zechen stared at her with low eyes, raised his cold brows, the corners of his mouth were not smiling, and the phalanx pinching her jaw became a little heavier, his voice was still cold and without any warmth. :

"Isn't it?"

"I teach you."

The tightly clasped palms were separated from the middle, and the man's cold white and slender bones squeezed forcefully between her white and slender fingers.

Tangli's index finger and middle finger were clasped, and her fingertips ran across the cold shirt material, all the way up.

Fu Zechen stared at her face without moving, and took Tangli's two fingers all the way to the tie,

"First, take off your tie."

The dark tie was ripped open.

"And then the shirt..."

The fingertips were fastened and the top button was unbuttoned.

The scorching breath sprayed in her ears, and the two of them were so close that Tangli could only feel the roar of her heartbeat in her ears.

The palm was grabbed and brought down, touching the cold metal belt buckle.

Tangli's whole body tensed up, as if she had just realized it, she immediately clenched her palms and shrank vigorously in her direction, "Little uncle!"

Her voice was quiet, and her tone was as calm as possible, but there was still an air of nervousness. The butterfly-like long Jie kept fluttering, the slender and white swan neck under the moon-white cheongsam was tight, and the light blue Blue veins are covered under the snow-white skin, and the beating pulse can be faintly seen.

It makes people want to bite.

Fu Zechen paused his movements, rolled his protruding Adam's apple, looked away from the girl's fair neck, and suppressed the dryness in his heart.

He pulled the corner of his lower lip, and let out a laugh from his chest. With his fingers down, he pinched Tangli's chin again, making her raise her head and look at him.

"Who is your little uncle?"

His eyes were slightly dark, and the gentle elders in the past had completely faded from his cold and handsome face, his eyes were dangerous and bewitching.

Tangli's heartbeat kept beating, her white and pink fingertips curled up a little bit, she grasped the hem of his shirt tightly, and looked at him with clear and lingling eyes.

Fu Zechen stared at him, lifted her chin, his face remained unchanged, he paused every word,

"Do you know where this is?"

"Did you inquire before you came?"

"Do you know what it means to a man when you dress like this?"

"Tangli." With his palms down, he wrapped his arms around her waist, and with his arms, Tangli leaned closer.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, brushed his finger across the red earlobe of her ear, and curled his thin lips into a very slight arc,

"Do you think of men too simply?"

Tangli clenched her palms tightly, the shirt fabric rubbed against her soft fingertips, and the warm palms around her waist were also transmitted to the skin by the cheongsam fabric.

Her heart beat slightly faster, her breathing was steady, and she lowered her eyes without saying a word.

"say."

Fu Zechen closed his palms a little, and pressed the person into his arms, forcing her to look up.

God knows that when she entered the door just now, she saw other men touching her, including the eyes of the spectators around her.

It was Fu Zechen's kindness that he didn't blow up the clubhouse.

"Tangli, did you hear me talking to you?"

"You still don't understand?"

Tangli moved her wrist, took a deep breath, raised her eyes to meet him,

"sorry."

Her tone was very light, but her eyes and expression were very serious.

"Uncle, I was wrong."

Fu Zechen looked at her, the corners of his lips twitched, his arms tightened a bit, and his waist and abdomen were pressed together, as if he didn't intend to let go.

"wrong?"

"Weren't you very tough just now?"

He stared at her deeply, his eyes were deep, and his breath sprayed in his ears.

Tangli couldn't bear the look, clasped her palms tightly, and lowered her head not to look at Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen looked at the little girl in front of him, his Adam's apple rolled down, he let go, pulled the bow tie, and moved his long legs back a little, creating a distance between the two of them.

Tangli also breathed a sigh of relief, and before she knew it, sweat was dripping from her back, and she was breathing a little faster.

"Where's Fu Qingyang?"

Fu Zechen spoke in a deep voice, suddenly.

Tangli was startled, and looked up at him.

Fu Zechen's face was gloomy, with an uncontrollable coldness on his stern face, his sharp jaw was tense, he pulled his bow tie and walked to the sofa, and poured a glass of wine.

The amber liquid dazzled against his cold white palm.

He raised his head and took a sip, his Adam's apple rolled, and he said coldly, "How did Fu Qingyang become a boyfriend?"

"Let your girlfriend come to work in this kind of place?"

"You can't even take care of your own girlfriend, so what are you doing for food?"

Fu Zechen's voice became more indifferent each time, as if he was really angry.

Tangli felt that he might call Fu Qingyang directly in the next second and teach him a lesson face to face.

If the truth is revealed at that time, Fu Zechen will find out about her relationship with Fu Qingyang...

She pursed her lower lip, took a few steps forward, and whispered,

"Little uncle, this matter has nothing to do with Qing Yang."

"I came here with him behind my back."

Tangli's voice was earnest, her attitude was very low,

"Don't tell him, I..." She paused, "I came here to work part-time just to save money to buy him a birthday present, to surprise him."

The voice fell, and the box fell into silence.

Inexplicably, Tangli suddenly felt that the air pressure in the room was terribly low.

She raised her eyes, and her gaze met Fu Zechen's cold eyes.

"Uncle?"

Tangli clutched the hem of her clothes tightly, not knowing what she said was wrong.

Fu Zechen sneered, did not speak, and looked at Tangli deeply.

After a long time, he snorted softly: "You really care about him."

Tangli let go of her palm a little bit, pursed her lower lip, and hummed softly,

"That's because he was nice to me, too."

"Am I bad to you?"

"What?" Tangli raised her eyes, but didn't hear clearly.

Fu Zechen's expression turned cold, he directly picked up the wine bottle, raised his head and took a sip, his expression returned to indifference,

"Your affairs have nothing to do with me."

This is what it means to agree, Tangli breathed a sigh of relief, "Thank you little uncle."