pampered roses

The sound of the door being locked, Tangli didn't have time to react to all these actions, her surroundings suddenly dimmed, she was startled, and just about to speak out, Fu Zechen said in a low voice, "Don't shout."

Tangli stopped speaking abruptly, her pupils shrank, and she looked at Fu Zechen with mist in her eyes.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, fixed his dark eyes on Tangli for a moment, and said lightly: "Call Fu Qingyang again and I will come in."

Tangli froze, looked at Fu Zechen who was close at hand, pursed her lips, and asked him softly, "What's the matter, little uncle?"

Fu Zechen paused for breath, facing Tangli's question, he couldn't answer for a while.

He didn't know what was wrong, from the time he was in the box, until he saw Tangli just now, his movements were far faster than his rational reaction.

Tangli looked up at Fu Zechen, her eyebrows frowned, and her eyes were puzzled.

Fu Zechen was breathing heavily, his face was cold, and he looked at Tangli deeply, holding the beads in his palm.Fu Zechen seemed unaware, and asked her coldly in a low voice: "Is that why you like him?"

"Who?" Tangli didn't know why, and didn't respond to Fu Zechen's question.

Fu Zechen raised his chin and said lightly, "That idiot outside."

Tangli: "?"

Tangli's lips parted, her eyes were a little surprised, the hand holding the cheongsam at her side loosened a little, her black eyelashes trembled, and she whispered, "Little uncle, is it not good for you to say that about your nephew?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, looked at Tangli coolly, and asked with a sneer, "Does your heart hurt?"

Tangli shook her head and said honestly, "No."

The next second, there was the sound of the doorknob being twisted, and along with Fu Qingyang's voice, came through the door: "Uncle, Tangli? Are you inside?"

"Why can't this door be opened?"

Tangli was startled, and turned her head to look outside the door.

The cold sandalwood came suddenly,

The lower half of the face is covered.

Fu Zechen clasped her waist with one hand and covered her lips with the other.

The warm palm covered the pink lips, and the black bead string slightly pressed against the cheek.

Tangli's heart beat faster, her body was tense, and she was too stiff to move.

There was Fu Qingyang's voice outside, and Tangli and Fu Zechen were very close inside. There was a faint sweet scent of jasmine on Tangli's body, which was intertwined with Fu Zechen's cold sandalwood, lingering around the two of them. Time can't tell who's who.

Tangli breathed very lightly, and the warm breath sprayed on the palm of Fu Zechen's palm, once and for all, as if provoking something.

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled up and down, his dark and deep eyes stared at Tangli, his jaw line was tense, his body was motionless, his fingers covering Tangli couldn't help curling up, his breathing was a little messy.

Tangli looked at Fu Zechen, her eyes were clear and foggy, her fingers kept curling up, the cool palm was on her face, the hard to ignore touch made Tangli's breathing messed up a bit.

Fu Qingyang's voice outside the door gradually faded away until finally he could not hear it at all, so Fu Zechen let go of his hand and took a step back.

As soon as he left, Tangli let out a long, light breath, her palm-sized face flushed red, and then spread to her ears, Tangli pursed her lips, opened the door and walked out immediately.

Fu Zechen stood on the spot, looked down at the hand covering Tangli was clenched tightly, the black beads were still covering the wrist smoothly, but the veins on the cold white wrist bones were bulging.

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The dinner didn't continue after all, and only Tangli returned to the box. After Fu Zechen came out of the room, he said something to Fu Qingyang, and left directly.

When Fu Qingyang saw Tangli come back in the private room, he frowned and spoke displeasedly.

"What did you do just now? Didn't you go to the bathroom?"

"Also, have you seen my uncle?"

Tangli pursed her lips, shook her head and remained silent.

Fu Qingyang frowned, and was about to say something when the phone rang, so he had no choice but to pick up the phone and look at it, it was Fu Zechen who sent it.

"It turns out that uncle has already left."

Tangli was stunned for a moment, her eyes were pale, she pursed her lips and said lightly: "In that case, I have to leave too."

Fu Qingyang raised his head from the phone, and when he heard Tangli's words, he put one hand in his pocket, frowned and said, "So fast?"

Tangli nodded: "Anyway, you asked me to come out to deal with your little uncle. Now that he's gone, there's no need for me to stay."

Fu Qingyang wanted to refute, but the words changed into: "Then I'll see you off."

"No need, I can go down by myself."

"I said I'll see you off."

Fu Qingyang's tone was unbelievable, he got up and stood at the door: "Let's go."

Tangli didn't say anything else, and followed Fu Qingyang downstairs. When he got downstairs, Fu Qingyang's phone rang. He answered the phone. The person on the other end didn't know what to say. His face was not very good, and he replied impatiently: " knew."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Qingyang turned to look at Tangli, with a little irritability between his brows: "I have something to do with the company, you can go back by yourself."

Tangli nodded, and said without emotion: "It's okay, Mr. Fu has something to do as long as he has something to do."

Fu Qingyang frowned and opened his mouth. It took a long time to say something with difficulty: "It won't be like this next time. I said I will send you off."

It seemed that the urging was urgent, so Fu Qingyang left after speaking.

Tangli looked at his back as he left, her eyes were cold, she took out her phone and prepared to take a taxi back.

As soon as she picked it up, a car stopped in front of Tangli.

It was Fu Zechen's Cayenne, but there was no Fu Zechen in the car, only a driver in the driver's seat.

"Miss Tangli, Master Jiu asked me to take you back."

Tangli pursed her lips, nodded and thanked: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

After Fu Zechen left the restaurant, he didn't go home, nor did he go to the company. After receiving a call from Song Siwen, he went to Twilight instead.

There was a lot of drinking in the bar, the loud music was blocked by the door, several bottles of wine were opened on the table, and a bunch of people were talking.

"Ah Chen, what's going on with your little girl recently?"

It was Lu Hanjin who spoke, and he moved to Fu Zechen with a bottle of wine, his eyes gleaming with gossip.

"roll."

Fu Zechen said something coldly, without giving Lu Hanjin a look, his brows were stained with impatience.

Song Siwen, who was not far away, heard the movement of the two people and came over, with a teasing smile on his face, and said mysteriously: "Ah Chen, I know, that little girl in your family is Fu Qingyang's girlfriend."

"so what?"

The others looked at each other and laughed.

"That said, Fu Qingyang is Jiu Ye's nephew, does Jiu Ye want some kind of girlfriend?"

"That's right, how could our Ninth Master do such a thing as stealing love?"

"Really, Ah Chen?" Song Siwen winked and joked, "I remember you said that the little girl is a junior, and now she has an additional identity, nephew's girlfriend, tsk tsk tsk, exciting."

Fu Zechen raised his eyes, glanced at Song Siwen coldly, scanned the crowd again, slightly hooked his lower lip, and then uttered a word coldly,

"roll."

Song Siwen raised his hands in surrender, drank a glass of wine and signaled for apology that he would run away.

Fu Zechen stayed in the clubhouse for several hours, and when he got home, it was nearly twelve o'clock.

Fu Zechen opened the door and came in, his cheeks were a little red, his dark eyes showed no emotion, he leaned on the cabinet to change his shoes, his brows were wrinkled, his face was tense, and he walked into the room.

As a result, as soon as he entered, he saw the person on the sofa with a slightly stunned expression.

Tangli was sleeping on the sofa, still wearing the cheongsam she wore during the day, with her legs crossed to one side, lying on her side with her eyes closed, her breathing was light and shallow, almost inaudible.

Subconsciously, Fu Zechen stepped lightly and walked in front of Tangli. As soon as she bent down, Tangli opened her eyes. There was a daze in her eyes, and her curled eyelashes kept trembling. When she saw Fu Zechen, her eyes slowed down. Slow recovery of clarity.

She sat up from the sofa, her voice was soft after waking up: "Little uncle, are you back?"

Fu Zechen hummed, and said lightly, "Why don't you go back to your room?"

"Wait for you to come back," Tangli said, glanced at the clock on the wall, smelled the faint smell of alcohol on Fu Zechen's body, pursed her lips and continued: "Little uncle, I made you hangover soup, you drink it Just go and rest."

"Ah."

Fu Zechen sat across from Tangli, rubbing his brows and saying nothing.

Tangli curled her fingers, opened her mouth, wanted to say something, saw Fu Zechen's appearance, retracted it, and said softly, "Then little uncle, you should rest early, I'll go back to my room first."

Fu Zechen didn't respond, but Tangli knew he heard it, so she didn't speak any more, turned around and went upstairs.

The arm over the eyes was lowered, and Fu Zechen squinted at Tangli's back as she went upstairs. Her hips were more prominent under the cheongsam wrapping, and her slender waist seemed to be able to be held with one hand.

Fu Zechen's eyes darkened, and he pulled the corners of his lips mockingly,

He was not a good person in the first place.

Why can't he do such a thing as stealing love with a sword?