pampered roses

Tangli leaned against Fu Zechen's arms, and the whistle sounded in her ears from time to time. The driver tried to drive the car as smoothly as possible, but Tangli still felt uncomfortably shaken.

She frowned, scalding badly from head to toe, Fu Zechen's cold suit just relieved her discomfort.

Tangli squinted her eyes and looked up, but she couldn't see Fu Zechen's face clearly. She pouted a little dissatisfied, and her hands went up from Fu Zechen's lower abdomen, slowly slid across Fu Zechen's chest, and finally fell down. On the tie, he pulled it in his direction with a little force.

Tangli rubbed her face against it, and sighed contentedly: "It's cool..."

Fu Zechen's face was expressionless, and his clear jaw line was tense. When Tang Li pulled his tie, he just looked down at her and didn't stop him.

The driver in the driver's seat, seeing this scene through the rearview mirror, was suddenly frightened and almost lost control of the car.

When he saw their ninth master being tortured like this by a woman, he couldn't help admiring Tangli's courage in his heart.

The car soon arrived at the hospital. Fu Zechen carried Tangli to the diagnosis room. The hospital had been notified and was waiting early. He took Tangli for diagnosis and treatment, infusion, and medication. After a series of procedures, Tangli finally started to reduce the fever. .

She lay in the hospital for several hours,

When Tangli woke up again, it was already the next morning.

A slanting sun penetrated through the window, making the ward extremely warm.

Tangli slowly opened her eyes, but there was still some confusion and mist in them.

As soon as she turned her gaze, she saw Fu Zechen sitting beside the hospital bed.

Fu Zechen's expression was cold, his broad shoulders were tense, and there was no warmth in the dark eyes staring at Tangli. His suit was wrinkled, as if he hadn't changed it for a long time, and the beads on his wrist were pinched by him Playing around.

Seeing Tangli looking at him, Fu Zechen opened his lips and said in a low voice, "Are you awake?"

Tangli was a little dazed and didn't speak for a while.

Fu Zechen frowned, and said in a more serious tone, "If you have a fever, don't say anything and don't go to the hospital."

"Who taught you to be sick under the quilt?"

Tangli came back to the cage after realizing it, she remembered, came back from Tang Ruoxue's banquet, then went downstairs to see Fu Zechen, and then came to the hospital.

Fu Zechen pursed his lips, his eyes were sharp, and his cold and stern face was a bit serious: "If you are sick, you have to go to the hospital. This is common sense. Do you need me to teach you?"

Tangli lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and said in a hoarse voice: "I was wrong."

Fu Zechen's words stopped abruptly, Tangli raised her eyes, looked at Fu Zechen and continued to speak: "Little uncle, I was wrong."

"I don't want to be in the hospital, I want to go home."

Fu Zechen's face, which was about to calm down just now, turned cold again, and he frowned and refused: "No, I can only go back after recovering in the hospital."

"Little uncle," Tangli muttered, her brows furrowed, her pale lips parted slightly, her slightly pale face made her look weak and pitiful.

"I really don't want to stay in the hospital, little uncle, take me back."

Fu Zechen pursed his lower lip and finally agreed.

When I left the hospital, it was just eight o'clock, and the sun outside was still warm, and it was warm on my body.

Tangli walked out of the hospital, reached out to catch the sunlight, her eyes were extremely pale, and the corners of her mouth were not so obvious.

"Get in the car."

Fu Zechen's voice came from behind, Tangli nodded, hummed, and got into the car.

After a night's rest, Tangli was already much better, but her already fair skin was even paler now, with a morbid beauty, and she looked a little weak.

The car is driving in the traffic flow, the traffic flow that comes and goes, and the street lights that keep going backwards.

She left the hospital and the oppressive atmosphere, and the feeling of suffocation in her heart was much better.

Tangli looked at the scenery outside the window and various construction shops with interest in her eyes. After watching for a while, she turned her head and said to Fu Zechen, "Little uncle, I want to have breakfast."

"Shall I ask someone to buy it?"

Tangli bent her eyes, and pulled Fu Zechen out of the car. Fu Zechen frowned, but still let Tangli move.

The two got out of the car, Tangli took Fu Zechen's wrist, walked past small vendors, and finally stopped at a breakfast shop, Tangli took Fu Zechen to sit down on an open-air bench, and ordered a bunch of breakfast.

Fu Zechen had never been to such a place before, and when he saw the oily tabletop, his eyes felt disgusted.

Not long after, the boss came out with breakfast, buns, noodles, soy milk, fried dough sticks, pancakes...

Tangli bought almost all the usual breakfasts, and the small table in front of her was full.

Fu Zechen frowned, looked at Tangli and said indifferently: "There are so many, can we finish eating?"

"Actually, there are not many." Tangli blinked, took a steamed bun and handed it to Fu Zechen: "Little uncle, try it?"

Fu Zechen hesitated to take it, and his eyes fell on Tangli, who had already picked up another bun and started eating it.

Tangli eats very elegantly, biting small bites, chewing slowly, it is obviously the most common breakfast, but it makes Tangli feel like a high-end western food.

A small steamed stuffed bun, Tangli quickly took care of it, and then took a deep-fried dough stick and dipped it in soy milk to eat.

As if infected, he looked down at the bun in his hand, took a small bite, and it tasted unexpectedly good.

"How about little uncle, is it okay?"

Tangli bent her eyes and spoke lightly.

Fu Zechen hummed, and took another sip, "Not bad."

Half an hour later, the two of them ate well and returned to the car. This time they didn't stop again, and they arrived at home soon.

As soon as he entered the room, Fu Zechen asked Tangli to go upstairs to rest: "Take your temperature later."

Tangli went upstairs, and not long after she lay down, Fu Zechen knocked on the door.

Tangli sat up straight and saw Fu Zechen coming in.

The black suit on his body has been changed, and even the white shirt inside has been replaced with a black one. His sleeves are rolled up, revealing his cold white wrist, and a thermometer is held between his bony fingers.

Tangli pursed her lips, looked up at Fu Zechen and said, "Little uncle, I'm ready."

Fu Zechen stood in front of the window, did not move his hand holding the thermometer, and raised his sharp eyebrows, expressing his disbelief.

"real!"

As Tangli spoke, she reached out to grab Fu Zechen's free hand and placed it on her forehead. She tilted her head and said in a gentle voice, "If you don't believe me, you can try it, little uncle?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, curled his fingertips, his ink-like eyes deepened, he didn't move, and let Tangli move.

Fu Zechen's hand temperature was low. Tangli held his hand, and suddenly a cool touch hit her forehead. It was a feeling that couldn't be ignored. scene.

She seemed to have run into Fu Zechen's arms, still pulling on his tie, and kept touching him.

Tangli's movements froze, a tinge of red gradually spread on her porcelain skin, spreading to both sides, and even her white ear pinna was also stained with a layer of pink.

Tangli pursed her lips and lowered her head gradually.

Fu Zechen noticed that he could understand the reason after thinking about it for a while. He raised his eyebrows, his eyes were a little more interested, and he said with a snort, "It seems that I remembered."

Tangli closed her eyes and opened them again, not daring to raise her head, she spoke in a low voice, with a guilty tone: "Sorry little uncle, I got a fever yesterday..."

"You mean, you didn't mean to?"

Tangli nodded, "Of course it wasn't on purpose, how dare I belittle my little uncle."

"Oh," Fu Zechen replied. From his angle, he could only see Tangli's hair twirling. Her hands were twisted together in front of her, making small movements non-stop.

Fu Zechen raised his eyelids: "If it's not intentional, then you don't have to be responsible?"

Tangli stopped her fingers, her slender body froze, and she didn't make a sound.

Fu Zechen continued to speak, raised his brows, and seemed to be in a good mood: "Since we touched everything, then take responsibility."

He moved closer to Tangli, his voice lowered, and the cold sandalwood came rushing towards him.

Tangli's black eyelashes kept trembling, and her body tensed up even more. It was as if Fu Zechen was speaking into her ear from so close.

"I'm almost thirty, and I haven't been touched by a woman yet."

"You are the first, shouldn't you be responsible?"