pampered roses

Fu Zechen moved slightly, his black eyes fixed on her, he clasped her arm and tightened it a bit, his eyes became deeper and deeper,

"You just hold me, right?"

Tangli met his gaze, pursed her lips,

"Then you agree?"

Fu Zechen looked at her expressionlessly, raising his eyebrows, "Can I disagree?"

Tangli frowned, and moved forward, "Husband, are you not angry?"

Her eyes were shining, and she looked at him without blinking.

Fu Zechen still had a straight face, looking at her at the same level, his thin lips were tightly drawn, and his tone was flat, "I don't dare to be angry."

Tangli looked at his expression, couldn't hold back, and burst out laughing.

Fu Zechen looked cool, raised his hand to pinch her chin, and said with a straight face, "Still laughing?"

Tangli immediately covered her mouth obediently, only showing a pair of jet-black eyes looking at him, "Stop laughing." Her voice came out from between her fingers in a buzzing voice.

Fu Zechen watched, stretched out his hand to break away her hand, stared at her face with a serious expression,

"What are you laughing at?"

Tangli pursed her lips, blinked her eyes, and spoke truthfully,

"Because I thought the way you were angry just now was kind of cute."

Fu Zechen's eyebrows twitched, he gritted his teeth and said word by word, "Ke, love?"

Tangli nodded with a serious look, "I'm complimenting you."

Fu Zechen stared at her, sneered, pinched her chin, pressed him over and bit her lips hard.

"Hmm..." Tangli pushed him, blushing and said, "I have something to do later..."

Fu Zechen looked at her, clasped her slender waist with his big palm, and patted her hard.

Tangli yelled, her face flushed red, and she stared at him, "Fu Zechen!"

Fu Zechen was expressionless, and walked along the slit skirt of her cheongsam, "What do you call me?"

Tangli's heart beat a little faster, she turned her head and looked out of the car window worriedly, "...husband."

Fu Zechen forced his expression to improve, put his palms around her waist, looked up at her, and said with a serious look, "I can't even coax people, and I want to be a scumbag."

Tangli was taken aback, blushing slightly, "Who wants to be a scumbag, don't talk nonsense."

Fu Zechen snorted, raised his head and bit her chin,

"Aren't you a scumbag to me? You have to suffer this grievance even if you pull the certificate."

Tangli's heart softened, she hugged him, looked down into his eyes, blushed and said,

"Then you want compensation?"

Fu Zechen looked at her, his Adam's apple tightened, "What do you mean?"

Tangli looked at him and said softly, "You can pick me up tonight, but you need to send me back tomorrow."

Fu Zechen stared at her with dark eyes, his voice was a little hoarse, "What time?"

Tangli blinked, "It's eight o'clock, I need to deal with something now."

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, "Yes."

Tangli blinked, blushing slightly, "Then can I go now?"

Fu Zechen carried her down, staring at her with dark eyes, "I'll pick you up downstairs at eight o'clock."

Tangli blushed slightly, nodded, opened the door, got out of the car and left.

-

When Tangli arrived at the dormitory, several of her roommates didn't leave. As soon as she got to her seat, she immediately searched for the contact number Zhang Lin had left for her, and dialed it.

Almost immediately connected over there,

"Tangli."

Before she could speak, Director Zhang Lin immediately called out her name accurately.

Tangli was slightly taken aback, a little surprised, "Director, how did you know it was me?"

Zhang Lin's tone was as cold as ice, "I left your phone number when we first met. The last time I asked my assistant to give you another phone number, I will keep walking until you call."

Tangli was stunned for a moment, a little surprised, and after a moment of silence, she spoke,

"You must know why I called."

Zhang Lin hummed, and there seemed to be the sound of a lighter being ignited. His voice came, "I have drawn up the contract last time, and I can sign it at any time."

Tangli was silent for two seconds, "Why did you choose me?"

Zhang Lin didn't seem to have any intention of hiding her, and said directly, "Because you are very similar to me, an old friend."

Tangli remembered that Zhang Lin had asked her mother about desserts in the coffee shop last time, her eyes moved slightly, and her palms clenched, "When will the contract be signed?"

Zhang Lin said directly, "I'll ask the assistant to take the contract to your school now."

Tangli pursed her lips, "Well, okay, thank you Director Zhang."

Zhang Lin didn't say anything, just hung up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Tangli raised her eyes to look at the mirror on the table. The face in the mirror was beautiful and bright. Her pair of black eyes were like scissors, and she saw a face that many people had praised for her beauty.

But since childhood, this face has been said to be not at all like Tang Ruonian and Xu Qiu, much less like anyone in the Tang family.

Tangli looked calm, and stroked with her fingers a small rose crease-like scar at the end of her eyes that was almost invisible. She raised her hand and put the mirror on the table.

-

The people from Zhang Lin's studio arrived soon, and Tangli rushed to the school cafe to sign the contract after receiving the call.

It was past two o'clock in the afternoon when everything was done.

Tangli didn't go back to the dormitory, but took a taxi directly and reported her address.

The car drove for a while, and finally stopped in a slightly old villa area. After paying the money, Tangli opened the car door and got out of the car.

What came into view was a lush and lush tree, which seemed to be not much different from the memory.

With no expression on her face, she bought a bunch of platycodon flowers at a flower shop at the door, and walked inside.

After a few years, many of the old villas in this area have been vacant, and there are not many people living there. But many years ago, this area was once a well-known gathering place for the upper class in the imperial capital. With the rise of various upstarts, many once famous families have fallen into disrepair.

Tangli stopped in front of an old western-style building with a brick-red wall.

There is some faint rust on the black carved gate, and the slightly old and barren scenery in the yard can be seen.

With a calm expression on Tangli's face and no warmth in her black eyes, she raised her hand and rang the doorbell.

After two or three beeps, no one came out of the room. An old woman with gray hair in her sixties was walking towards the door while wiping her hands.

"Come on, don't press."

Tangli wore a black cheongsam, her long black hair was pinned to the back of her head with a bone hairpin, and a few strands of her hair fell down in front of her smooth and full forehead. The man smiled slightly,

"Sister Zhou, long time no see."

The old woman narrowed her eyes, and the moment she saw her face clearly, her expression changed suddenly.

"Miss...you...how did you come back?"