pampered roses

inside the carriage.

Tangli was sitting in the back seat, still a little dazed.

Why did Fu Zechen kiss her suddenly just now, and...the kiss was so short, it didn't look like his style at all...

Wait, what are you thinking!

Tangli shook her head and looked sideways out of the car window.

The scenery outside the window passed by, as if it was not a familiar road.

Fu Zechen was leaning on the car seat, closing his eyes and feigning sleep, fiddled with the black prayer beads between his wrist bones with his slender finger bones.

Tangli pursed her lower lip and spoke hesitantly,

"Fu Zechen, where are you taking me?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyelids, glanced at her indifferently with his black eyes, his tone was leisurely,

"Afraid I'd betray you?"

Tangli frowned, "I can't sell much."

Fu Zechen was amused by her, raised his eyebrows, stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, looked at her carefully,

"I can't see it."

Tangli patted his hand away, and couldn't help mumbling, "You...so childish..."

Fu Zechen was noncommittal, "Is this not good?"

Tangli looked at him strangely.

With a calm expression, he said solemnly, "In case there is a generation gap between us."

That damn girl Fu Linshuang always called him an old man. Although he didn't think he was an old man at 27, compared with Tangli who was 19, he seemed a little bit old.

Tangli was startled for a moment, her expression slightly serious,

"No,

Fu Zechen, you are not old at all. "

She looked very serious, with a serious look, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his eyes darkened, and he suddenly smiled.

Tangli was slightly startled, she was a little puzzled by his smile, so she thought he didn't believe her, so she frowned and said,

"I mean, you're not old at all, I really..."

"Tangli," Fu Zechen said calmly, looking straight at her, interrupting her, "You seem to like me very much?"

There seemed to be a moment of silence in the car.

Tangli was stunned, a gap in her heart seemed to be opened in an instant, and her thoughts that had been hidden for a long time were discovered inadvertently.

Fu Zechen stared at her with all the loose and joking expressions on his face, and only looked into her eyes with a serious expression.

He got up, moved closer, put his hand on Tangli's chin, pressed his hard and slender fingers against her chin, squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice,

"is not it?"

Tangli's heart was beating very fast, and she felt her voice was being sucked away. She clenched her palm a little bit, her nails dug into her flesh, and she quickly pushed him away.

"You are less narcissistic."

Fu Zechen leaned back in his chair, frowned, as if a little sad,

"It wasn't."

Tangli looked down at her feet, turned sideways and ignored him.

Fu Zechen sighed and clicked his tongue, his tone was a bit sad,

"The little girl is really hard to chase."

Tangli leaned against the car window clutching her bag belt, pretending not to hear.

The car drove all the way, and soon stopped at an empty large square.

Tangli was still a little dazed when she got out of the car, and the evening wind blew over.

The surrounding area was empty, and she looked back, as if she was behind a private estate.

Fu Zechen got out of the car, fiddled with the prayer beads on her wrist, took off her coat and put it on her shoulders.

Tangli was a little puzzled, and looked up at him, "What did you bring me here for?"

Fu Zechen looked down at her,

"In the wilderness, lonely men and widows."

He paused, his eyes fell on her face, his tone was light and serious,

"What can I do?"