pampered roses

A night without dreams.

The bonfire in the room burned all night. When Tangli woke up, she woke up naturally. She lifted the quilt and got out of bed. The balcony outside was already covered with a thick layer of snow.

She stepped on the fluffy carpet in her pajamas, reached out and grabbed a handful of snow from the balcony, and put it in her mouth.

There was a vast expanse of white snow in front of her. Tangli looked down at the jade-faced Buddha pendant on her chest, and the corners of her lips could not stop smiling.

Everything that happened yesterday was like a dream. She felt that she was still in the school hall with her forefoot, watching the snow in Switzerland as soon as she opened her eyes.

Moreover, she also became Fu Zechen's girlfriend.

Tangli turned around and went back to the bedroom, took off her pajamas and opened the closet to change.

When she came here, she was in a hurry and didn't bring any clothes. She was a little worried after taking a shower last night, but when she opened the closet, there was a whole row of cheongsams and ladies' dresses of various styles inside.

Tangli chose a light gray-purple cheongsam, and put on a fluffy black overcoat. Her long jet-black hair hung down her sides, tied casually with a headband.

When we got downstairs, breakfast was already set on the dining table on the first floor.

Fu Zechen was on the phone with someone, and he seemed to be discussing work. His expression was slightly cold, and he spoke a standard British accent.

Tangli walked down the stairs and met his eyes.

He raised his eyebrows, got up and opened the chair for her.

"Have you had enough sleep?" Fu Zechen quickly hung up the phone and poured her a glass of juice.

Tangli was in a good mood, took the juice, nodded, "Yeah."

Fu Zechen looked calm, stared at her with lowered eyes for two seconds, then chuckled suddenly, "Yes."

He put down the knife and fork casually, leaned back on the back of the chair, looked at her lightly, and said slowly, "I haven't slept all night."

Tangli was startled, and was putting baked potatoes into her mouth, "Why?"

Fu Zechen stared at her, raised his eyebrows, pressed his slender fingers on the table, and said calmly, "What do you think?"

Tangli didn't understand, she blinked at him.

Fu Zechen snorted and didn't speak any more. He pulled away his chair, got up and walked to the bar next to him, and poured himself a glass of vodka.

Tangli frowned and looked at him, "Don't drink strong alcohol in the morning."

Fu Zechen paused, put his elbows on the bar, raised his eyebrows,

"Okay, listen to your girlfriend."

After he finished speaking, he put down his wine glass, opened the refrigerator, and opened a bottle of soda for himself.

Tangli blushed slightly when she heard the word "girlfriend" he said, she lowered her head and continued to eat breakfast.

After breakfast, Fu Zechen drove Tangli to downtown Switzerland.

It was only when the car drove away from the snow field that Tangli realized that the snow field was so big, but fortunately, Fu Zechen seemed to have bought this place specially for vacation. It takes 10 minutes to reach the downtown area of ​​Zurich.

The climate in Zurich is very low throughout the year, and the heavy snow does not melt all year round, but the streets are still cleaned everywhere, and there are some blond old ladies selling flowers.

The two walked side by side on the street, Tangli was always looking around curiously.

There is a flower shop on the corner of the street. The owner puts all the flowers outside, which is beautiful and lively.

Tangli couldn't help but stop and look.

Fu Zechen glanced sideways at her, stepped forward, and said something to the boss in Italian, which she didn't quite understand.

Tangli saw him take out his wallet to pay.

The boss wrapped up a bunch of sunflowers and handed it over. Fu Zechen turned to look at her with a casual expression, and raised his chin to signal her to take it.

Tangli said thank you in French.

The boss gave her a big smile.

The two continued to walk forward. Fu Zechen glanced at her and said calmly, "When did you learn French?"

Holding the sunflower in her hands, Tangli thought for a while, "I stayed in Paris for a few years before."

Fu Zechen paused, "Have you been in Paris a few years ago?"

Tangli lowered her eyes slightly, sniffed the sunflowers in her arms, hummed, bent her eyes, and changed the subject.

"Fu Zechen, when shall we go back?"

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes and looked calm, "So impatient to go back?"

"No," Tangli shook her head, looked at the street ahead, and took the initiative to hold Fu Zechen's hand, "If possible, I want to stay here with you forever."

Something warm and soft came out of the palm, Fu Zechen's body froze for a moment, and his big palm wrapped around Tangli's hand.

Tangli looked up at him with a sweet smile on her face, "This place is so beautiful."

Fu Zechen hummed, "Aren't you going back then?"

Tangli thought for a while, frowned, her expression was a little serious, and she didn't speak.

Fu Zechen looked at her seriously, stretched out his hand to shave her cheek, raised his eyebrows and said, "So hard to choose?"

Tangli looked into his eyes and nodded seriously,

"It's a bit difficult." She paused, seemingly serious, "However, Fu Zechen, you can abduct me, or just lock me up."

Fu Zechen was slightly stunned, raised his eyebrows, and pinched her cheek, "Have you read too many brain-dead novels with Fu Linshuang?"

He thought she was joking.

But when she looked at Tangli's eyes, her eyes were clear, and she didn't look like she was joking at all.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled down, and he narrowed his eyes, "Tangli, do you know what you're talking about?"

Tangli's eyes met his, she didn't budge, she only covered the lower half of her face with flowers,

"I know."

Fu Zechen stared at her for two seconds, his voice was a little low, but very serious,

"Will you cry when locked up?"

Tangli's eyes were lingering, she shook her head, "But you can make me cry."

Fu Zechen's throat tightened, his lips tightened, and his eyes met Tangli's without blinking.

Passers-by came and went on both sides of the street, and two people stood on the side of the road.

Fu Zechen raised his hand to hold the flowers, leaned over and stared into her eyes, "What should I do, I want you to cry right now."