pampered roses

Downstairs living room.

There was thunder and lightning outside the house, and it was still raining heavily, but the living room was peaceful and peaceful.

When Tangli came down from upstairs, Fu Zechen was sitting in front of the sofa, and there was a medicine box on the coffee table in front of him. He lowered his head and held the gauze in his hand. When he heard the footsteps, he didn't lift his head, he just spoke softly,

"come over."

Tangli pursed her lips, stepped on her slippers and walked towards him slowly, with an unhappy expression on her face.

Fu Zechen's clothes that were wet by Tangli have been changed, and he has changed into a dark blue loose casual T-shirt, which makes him look much gentler than his usual cold temperament.

Tangli stood in front of him, not moving.

Fu Zechen raised his eyes, the expression on his face changed slightly, and the corners of his lips were slightly pursed, "Where did you get the clothes?"

His eyes fell on the white shirt on Tangli's body.

It's his shirt.

Tangli didn't change her face, and said honestly, "I found it in the closet in your room."

Fu Zechen stared at her for two seconds, threw the gauze in his hand aside, stared at her with black eyes, gritted his teeth and laughed,

"Tangli, do you want to play me to death?"

Tangli shook her head, took a few steps forward, sat down beside him obediently, and handed him her arm.

Fu Zechen looked at her for two seconds, she had a cute expression on her face, and she looked at him with bright eyes, "Fu Zechen, it hurts so much."

Fu Zechen's temples twitched, and he resignedly picked up the gauze and iodophor to help her treat the wound.

Tangli didn't cry out for pain, she was obedient and dexterous throughout the whole process, allowing him to move.

Fu Zechen looked at the scar on it with a terribly cold face, and wrapped it in layers of gauze.

Tangli finally couldn't help taking a soft breath.

Fu Zechen clenched his palms slightly, and looked at her, "Do you still know it hurts?"

Tangli pursed her lips and looked at him with clear eyes, "Mmm..."

Fu Zechen looked into her eyes, and his heart was slightly tickled by something. He touched the tip of his tongue, put down the gauze, put away the medicine box, stood up and turned his back to her,

"are you hungry?"

Tangli nodded and looked at him.

Fu Zechen glanced at her with low eyes, laughed angrily in his heart, his face was still cold, and said mercilessly, "I'm hungry, don't I still have the strength to go to the rain and cut my hands?"

Tangli blinked, with a pitiful expression on her face, she reached out and tugged at the hem of his clothes,

"Uncle..."

Fu Zechen: "..."

Fu Zechen threw the medicine box aside, got up and walked to the kitchen.

Tangli also got up, wanting to go in with her.

Fu Zechen closed the kitchen door mercilessly, and said coldly, "I reflect on myself in the living room."

Tangli: "..."

Fu Zechen quickly cooked the meal. There were not many ingredients in the refrigerator here, so he simply fried a steak and a few fried eggs.

The aroma of the steak wafted out, and Tangli was already very hungry, so she stood at the kitchen door and looked in with the glass door open.

She was only wearing Fu Zechen's white shirt, which was so big that it could barely cover the bottom of her thighs, revealing two slender and straight legs, with black hair hanging down her sides, she was beautiful and immortal.

As soon as Fu Zechen turned around, he saw people outside staring at the food guards. A flash of a smile flashed in his eyes, but his expression remained expressionless. He opened the door and came out with a plate.

Tangli immediately followed him in small steps, sat down at the dining table, picked up the knife and fork, and looked up at him, as if waiting to be fed.

Fu Zechen pushed the dinner plate over, with a calm expression on his face, and said coldly, "Don't eat too much."

Tangli nodded, reaching out to move the knife and fork.

Fu Zechen pushed the dinner plate back again.

She looked up at him inexplicably.

Fu Zechen's expression was cool, and he looked down at her, "Write me an [-]-word review after eating, and don't miss a single word."

Tangli was stunned, with a blank expression, "What?"

review?Did she hear correctly...

Fu Zechen asked her to write a self-criticism...

Fu Zechen looked cold and tired, clasped the plate in his hand, looked at her indifferently,

"If you don't write, you won't eat."

Tangli felt wronged, frowned, and said in a low voice, "Oh..."

The dinner plate was pushed over, and the aroma of steak and fried eggs penetrated into the tip of her nose. Tangli picked up the knife and fork to cut, but there was still a wound on her wrist, so it was not easy to move.

Fu Zechen glanced at her, took the dinner plate, knife and fork over, cut them for her quickly, and pushed them back blankly.

Tangli's eyes lit up, "Thank you."

Fu Zechen looked at her expressionlessly, "After eating, send the [-]-word review to my study."

Tangli: "...Oh."

Tangli was really a little hungry, and quickly finished the food on the dinner plate.

Fu Zechen had already gone upstairs to the study, Tang Li sat in the living room and looked upstairs, pursed her lips and walked upstairs.

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Inside the study.

Fu Zechen was sitting in front of the desk with an open bottle of whiskey on it.

He lowered his gaze to the black prayer beads between his wrist bones, and scenes of Tangli's tattoo between his ribs in the bathroom flashed through his mind.

Snake wrapped around a rose...

His eyes deepened slightly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice, he picked up the wine on the table, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Knock-"

The study door was knocked from the outside.

Fu Zechen's expression froze slightly, and he spoke coldly,

"Come in."

Tangli pushed open the door, holding a piece of white A4 paper in her hand. She was still wearing his white shirt. From Fu Zechen's position, she could clearly see that she was not wearing anything underneath.

His eyelids twitched, and the palms holding the wine glass were slightly clenched.

Tangli entered the door, walked up to him, raised her dark eyes to look at him, pursed her lips and said,

"I finished writing..."

The corners of Fu Zechen's lips were tight, his face was expressionless, and he looked deliberately cold, "Well, let's go back and rest."

Tangli frowned, as if she was reluctant, "Little uncle, don't you want to take a look?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on the A4 paper on the table, which was written densely.

With a calm expression, he raised his hand to pick up the paper.

There is only one sentence on a full page - "Fu Zechen, I like you, don't be angry."

The cold aroma rushed over, and the paper in his hand fell to the ground.

Tangli sat straddling his lap, her long black hair fell down and fell on his neck in strands.

Fu Zechen clasped her waist subconsciously, the veins on Leng Bai's arms bulged.

"Fu Zechen,"

With slender arms wrapped around his neck, Tangli lowered her eyes and stared at him with a calm and serious expression.

"I'm only wearing your shirt."

She stared at him without blinking, with sacrificial devotion and allure,

"You really don't want me?"