pampered roses

The Fu family's old house is a villa area on the outskirts, next to a mountain.

It was quiet at night, and there was no one there.

Tangli probably didn't see anyone, but Fu Zechen was angry, so she coaxed her.

But I didn't expect that I would get burned at this moment.

Fu Zechen clasped her wrist, and after she called her husband again, he pressed her on the car seat and kissed her.

Tangli was pressed on the co-pilot seat by him and could not move. The red cheongsam under her body was tightly pressed and overlapped by the black suit trousers.

"Hmm...Fu Zechen..." Tangli put her arms around his neck, unable to bear it, she couldn't help but whispered, "You're pressing my hair..."

The carriage was narrow, and her hair was already long, almost reaching her waist. Fu Zechen's palm rested on her waist, and he couldn't help pressing down with her hair.

Fu Zechen's eyes were dark, and he separated them a little, staring at her face. He lifted her black hair and bundled it back with his big palm, stared at her pink lips for two seconds, and then kissed her.

Tangli pressed her palm against his collar, her fingers gripped his bow tie slightly, panting for breath.

The inside of the car was blocked, only the door of the co-pilot was open, and Fu Zechen was still standing under the car, pressing heavily on the co-pilot.

He buried Tangli's neck, lowered his eyes and looked at her deeply, his voice was hoarse,

"Don't pant," he said with dark eyes and a strong aggressive and dangerous breath, biting her earlobe, "otherwise I promise you won't be able to see the old lady later."

Tangli blushed suddenly, and her eyes fell on Fu Zechen's face.

Fu Zechen looked at her closely, his eyes escaped from his half-closed eyes, staring at her without blinking.

Tangli put her hand on his chest, and the cheongsam skirt was pressed under him. She could feel his change. She blushed and whispered,

"Grandma won't be in a hurry, we're not going in yet..."

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, and he stretched out his hand to pinch her chin, pressing his index finger knuckles, squinting at her, with a low voice,

"Go in now, are you sure?"

He clasped her palm and pulled it down.

Tangli rubbed the base of her ear and turned pink, a little surprised, "Why are you so...in."

Fu Zechen stared at her, let out a sneer from his chest, and said coolly, "Who told you to flirt."

Tangli blinked her eyes with an innocent expression, "I didn't expect either..."

Fu Zechen looked at her, twitched the corners of his mouth, and said in a warning tone, "Let go of you today, and even if you cry next time, I won't soften my heart."

Tangli pursed her lower lip, lowered her head, and hummed softly.

Fu Zechen let go of the person, got up from the front of the car, walked to the side and lit a cigarette.

There was no one in the open space here, and the dim streetlights outside came indistinctly.

Tangli also got out of the car and straightened her cheongsam and hair that had been messed up just now.

Fu Zechen was standing under the tree in front, with lit cigarettes between his slender and cold white fingers, the dim yellow streetlights fell on his cold and handsome face, and when he saw Tangli coming down, his narrow, dark eyes He twitched his tail slightly, motioning for her to come over.

Tangli walked towards him, her shoes creaking on the withered and yellow leaves on the ground.

Fu Zechen held thin white smoke between the index finger and middle finger of his left hand. The smoke cleared, and the black prayer beads on his cold white wrist were flickering under the lamp.

"You don't have to say anything when you go up later, I'll do it."

He held Tangli with one hand, his voice was cold and loose, but he felt extra secure.

"As for the matter between you and Fu Qingyang." He stared at her with lower eyes, narrowed his eyes slightly, extinguished the cigarette with one hand and threw it on the ground, reached out to grab her chin, and put a puff of cigarette into her mouth.

Suddenly Tangli coughed, and the smell of tobacco scrambled into her nostrils, her coughing face turned pale.

Fu Zechen embraced her shoulders and held her in his arms. After she finished coughing, he reached out to help her wipe away the physiological tears from the corners of her eyes. His black eyes were lowered, staring into her eyes, and said word by word. ,

"It's completely overturned."

Tangli looked at him, pursed her lips, and nodded to look at him, "Well," she frowned slightly, and pulled Fu Zechen's shirt collar with her fingers, "Do you mind what happened between me and Fu Qingyang? "

Tangli was hesitating whether to tell him that she and Fu Qingyang had never been together before, and the matter with Fu Qingyang was entirely due to her intentional means of getting close to him...

But if he knew that she was such a person... would he still like herself?

Fu Zechen didn't speak, stared at the serious little girl in his arms for a while, let out a muffled groan from his chest, bent down slightly, looked at her very closely, stretched out his hand to pinch her cheek, "Of course I mind."

Tangli's complexion changed, and she felt her heart sink a little.

Fu Zechen raised her chin, stared into her eyes, almost squeezed out the words between his teeth,

"I'm almost jealous of that idiot."

Tangli was stunned, her eyes met his dark eyes, her heart gradually burned.

Fu Zechen's black eyes were deep, and there was a strong emotion in his deep eyes, which almost drowned her.

"If he wasn't my nephew, I would have killed him long ago."

"Tangli." He paused, tried his best to suppress something, and spoke after a while,

"You don't know how jealous I am, he had you before me."

The voice fell.

Tangli stood on tiptoe and kissed him almost without hesitation.

Fu Zechen was taken aback for a moment.

Tangli backed away slightly, Qing Lingling's eyes looked at him non-stop under the lamp,

"No."

Her voice is soft but firm, gentle and serious,

"Fu Zechen, only you, only you have ever owned me."

After she finished speaking, she took the initiative to hug his neck and kiss him again.

Fu Zechen leaned down, kissed him back again, and picked him up.

Tangli also hooked his neck, and her legs circled him up.

The withered and yellow fall on the ground was creaked by some messy footsteps.

Fu Zechen held Tangli in his arms, and lifted the man against the tree trunk behind him.

The fallen leaves were falling down, Tangli looked down at him, her eyes didn't dodge at all, she lowered her head and kissed his eyes again.

Fu Zechen clasped her palm, his Adam's apple rolled down, and the light blue veins on the back of Leng Bai's hand flashed past.

Tangli didn't blink her eyes, then lowered her head and kissed his nose, corner of mouth, and chin.

Devout, almost prayerful kisses.

Fu Zechen took a tight breath, pressed her hand, raised his head and directly hugged her against the tree trunk and kissed her heavily.

The night was silent, the dead leaves on the ground creaked and the leaves on the branches above their heads rustled and fell.

Tangli hugged Fu Zechen's neck, her jet-black hair brushed aside.

She seemed to smell the faint fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in the air, which was cool and refreshing.

"What do you think my uncle asked us to come back for?"

"Hey, what did my uncle tell you at Yunjin Villa last time?"

"No, Fu Qingyang, how did you trick Sister Tangli into your hand before? Oh no, it should be called Auntie now."

"Hey, you said my uncle forced us to call Sister Tangli Auntie, can he really marry Sister Tangli back?"

"Sister Tangli, have you reached the legal age of 20? Even if it's full, it's just over. My uncle is almost three years old, he's a bit of an old cow eating young grass!"

There were rustling footsteps and a familiar voice from Fu Linshuang.

Tangli woke up suddenly, and turned her head to avoid Fu Zechen's kiss.

Fu Zechen also heard the voice, his expression froze slightly, and he immediately took off his overcoat and put it on Tangli.

"Hey, this isn't my uncle's car...Uncle? Sister Tangli?"

Fu Linshuang's red hair was particularly eye-catching in the night, and Fu Qingyang, who was beside her with a slumped face, had dyed her hair green for some reason, and was well-dressed.

Both of them looked towards Fu Zechen and Tangli.

Tangli blushed a little, and she was wearing Fu Zechen's black coat, which just covered the unbuttoned cheongsam under her neck, but her slightly messy hair and flushed cheeks still revealed something.

Fu Linshuang was the first to say ah, looked at Tangli and then at Fu Zechen, with a look of being stunned, "Uncle, you are too impatient...Grandma is still in the room!"

Fu Qingyang painted smoky makeup that he didn't know where he learned, and his green hair was particularly eye-catching, but he didn't look at them, looking like a cold and cool guy who sees through life.

Fu Zechen was only wearing a white shirt, and Tangli had torn off the two buttons on his collar just now, revealing only a white and sharp collarbone. His face was cold and indifferent, his eyes glanced at the siblings, and said coldly ,

"Again, don't want both of your eyeballs."

Fu Linshuang was startled, and immediately covered her eyes, "I didn't see anything!!"

Fu Qingyang kept a straight face and did not speak.

Fu Zechen didn't bother to talk to the two idiots, so he took Tangli's hand and walked into the old house.