pampered roses

Looking at Fu Zechen's appearance, Tangli's heart was already quite cold.

He doesn't remember her at all.

But that's fine.

There was no change on her face, she was already smiling slightly, and looked at the man in the main seat with full eyes.

Fu Qingyang on the side was already sweating from fright, so he immediately changed the subject,

"What are you talking about?" Fu Qingyang cursed with a cold face, and then tugged Tangli to sit on the chair.

The curve of the cheongsam outlines the waistline, and Tangli bends over to sit down.

"Jiuye." The door behind him was pushed open from the outside, Zhou Cheng entered, bent down and whispered something into Fu Zechen's ear respectfully.

Fu Zechen tilted his head to listen, his cold and handsome face showed no emotion, hummed, got up and pulled away the chair to leave.

"Uncle?"

"Ninth Master?"

The people at the table were slightly taken aback.

Tangli also looked up at him.

Fu Zechen raised his hands, and said in a calm tone, "I have something to deal with."

He turned around and opened the box door to leave, and the cold sandalwood scent also dissipated.

As soon as the person left, the atmosphere in the box suddenly relaxed.

Fu Qingyang leaned back on the chair, cursed in a low voice, and drank a glass of wine.

Tangli looked at the door, bit her lip, and suddenly picked up her bag and stood up.

"Mr. Fu, the school has something to do temporarily, so I'm leaving first."

After she finished speaking, she quickly got up and left without waiting for Fu Qingyang to speak.

"Tangli!" Before Fu Qingyang could react, the people beside him had disappeared.

He immediately chased after her, and Tangli's figure disappeared at the end of the corridor, her footsteps were extremely hasty.

Downstairs at the small flower bed, the door of the black Cayenne was closed, and just about to drive away, suddenly a beautiful and soft female voice came from behind.

"Mr. Fu!"

Fu Zechen looked up from the rearview mirror of the car.

The night was dark and the drizzle had not yet dissipated. Under the street lamp, the girl was wearing a light pink cheongsam, with black and smooth hair hanging on her sides, and her beautiful facial features were like a banshee who had fallen into the mortal world.

"Jiuye?" The driver at the front asked in a low voice.

Fu Zechen was playing with the bead string in his hand, his expression was calm, his sharp and thick black eyebrows were raised, as if showing some interest, he said calmly, "Stop."

Tangli ran very fast, but fortunately the car hadn't left yet, she bent down and walked to the window, and reached out to close the window door.

The glass car window was slowly rolled down, and a cold white palm with distinct knuckles protruded from it. Black beads were wrapped around the slender fingers, which looked a little sensual and seductive at night.

Fu Zechen rested his hands on the side of the car window, and looked down at the girl outside the car window. His cold and handsome features were full of cold desires. His eyes had no warmth, and he just looked at her quietly.

"Is something wrong?"

The man's gaze was like a fine net, covering her almost completely. Tangli's heart beat steady, she raised her eyes to meet those long, narrow and deep black eyes, and bent her lips,

"Uncle, can you give me a ride?"

The raindrops fell on the girl's shoulders, moistening everything silently.

Fu Zechen didn't speak for half a minute, and the surrounding was quiet only the sound of beads rubbing.

Tangli could feel the man's dark eyes on her.

She kept standing as much as possible, trying to make herself look normal.

A young woman chases a man's car late at night and offers to give her a ride.

——This is the most obvious meaning of invitation.

And just 5 minutes ago, she was calling him little uncle as his nephew's girlfriend.

Tangli felt that there was a high probability that she would be rejected.

Also, for someone like Fu Zechen, she shouldn't choose to approach him in this way.

Just when the girl clenched her palms and was about to give up.

"Da—" There was a soft sound, and the rear door of the car opened.

Fu Zechen was sitting in the back seat of the car, fiddling with the black beads with his finger bones, his sharp black eyes couldn't see his emotions clearly in the car, so he raised his eyelids and glanced at Tangli, and said calmly,

"boarding."