pampered roses

Holding the phone, Tangli clicked on the dialog box with Fu Zechen, typed, and deleted one by one——

[Little uncle, I'm Tangli...]

[Little uncle, do you still remember me? 】

【Little uncle, I...】

"Lizi, what are you doing?" Xu Zhaozhao was lying on the side of the bed, staring at Tangli knocking as if looking fresh, and couldn't help laughing, "Oh, the sun came out from the west, and our Lizi would show such an expression ?”

Tangli was slightly taken aback by what she said, her cheeks blushed, she put away her phone, and didn't continue to delete or delete in the dialog box.

"Who's on the other side?" Xu Zhaozhao gossiped, "It can't be that idiot Fu Qingyang, right?"

Tangli shook her head lightly, "It's not him."

Xu Zhaozhao understood in seconds, "Oh, that's the elder who sent you back last night."

Tangli put on lipstick on herself in front of the mirror, her expression faded, she didn't answer the topic, she just said calmly,

"Zhao Zhao, will I bring you a supper when I come back tonight?"

Xu Zhaozhao also understood what she meant, and stopped inquiring about people's privacy, and said with a smile, "I want to eat the roasted pig's trotters from the south of the snack street! Add spicy and spicy!"

Tangli nodded and smiled softly, "Okay."

She got up and put the plain white cheongsam she was going to wear for the performance into a bag. She was only wearing a light green thin coat, and her long black hair was softly flowing on her sides, obedient and gorgeous.

Say goodbye to Xu Zhaozhao, take the door and leave.

The place where Tangli works part-time today is a newly opened private hotel. The owner is so elegant. He called by name and asked to find someone who could play the guzheng and pipa. There happened to be a senior girl working there in the school, so she posted it in the part-time job group.

Tangli applied to play the guzheng and was selected.

The salary is 8000 yuan a day, and the work is easy. You only need to wear a cheongsam and play the zither in the yard.

When she arrived at the place, Tangli met with her senior sister whom she had made an appointment with.

The senior sister had only seen her photos before, but she couldn't help but be amazed when she saw the real person, "You look so good-looking, after all, it's not a photo."

Tangli smiled a little embarrassedly.

The senior sister pulled her into the back lounge, "Hurry up and change clothes, the front will open soon, and the people who will come later are all big bosses in the imperial capital, so there must be no mistakes."

Tangli hugged the guzheng and cheongsam, nodded, "OK."

There are other arrangements waiting outside, and the senior sister didn't have time to bring someone to change, so she pointed to a room inside, "Your lounge is in that room, go there to change, after changing, go directly to the front yard to play." good."

Tangli looked at the direction she was pointing at, nodded, "Okay."

The senior sister turned around and went out to continue arranging other people.

Tangli carried the guzheng to the front lounge by herself.

This hotel is located in the suburbs of Beijing, and the entire decoration of the hotel is decorated in the style of Wei and Jin.

Tangli walked along the small bridge to the lounge inside.

The red mahogany door was pushed open, she put down the guzheng, opened the bag containing the cheongsam, turned her back to the door, and took off the light green coat, revealing the white suspenders inside.

Two thin suspenders were hung on the white and slender shoulders and neck, and the black hair was hanging down softly. Tangli stretched out her hand to brush the hair aside.

Pick up the plain white cheongsam and put it on.

The style of this cheongsam is conservative, but the buttons on the back are extremely low, just in proportion to the hip line.

Tangli put her hands behind her back and tilted her head to fasten the buttons.

"Whoa-"

The mahogany door was pushed open from the outside.

Tangli was startled, and subconsciously immediately tilted her head and fell to the ground, her black hair splashed down like ink, just covering her bare white back.

Her jet-black hair held down the plain white cheongsam, and Tangli lay on the carpet, looking up unexpectedly to meet the person who opened the door.

The man was wearing a light gray shirt, the bow tie was open casually, and a few buttons were unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a delicate and cold collarbone.

Looking up, she saw a pair of deep and dark eyes, with a playful smile at the end of the narrow and sharp eyes, and her gaze was falling lightly on Tangli.

"Little uncle?" Tangli was stunned.

Fu Zechen was leaning against the door frame, with a black suit jacket draped between his arms. There was a lazy smile on his cold and handsome face, but his dark eyes were very emotional.

Tangli looked at him, and then noticed the decoration of the room, and realized belatedly that she had gone to the wrong room.

"Little uncle, I..." She was about to explain.

But Fu Zechen closed the door, bent down and put the suit jacket aside, squatted halfway in front of Tangli, locked her eyes with his black eyes, looked directly at her, and said casually,

"How many times?"

As he said, his slender and cold fingers brushed aside the black hair on her back, and his cool fingertips landed on her white and bare back, slowly stroking it bit by bit.