pampered roses

Tangli didn't go back to the villa that night.

In the dead of night, only one lamp was lit in the living room. Fu Zechen was sitting on the sofa, wearing home clothes, occasionally glancing at his mobile phone, his eyes were always fixed on the direction of the door, his dark eyes showed no emotion, and his expression was indifferent. It's unclear what he was thinking.

The last time Fu Zechen took out his phone to check the time, it was already twelve o'clock in the middle of the night, and there was still no movement at the door. He opened the address book and found Tangli's phone number. He paused on it, but still didn't dial it.

He got up and walked to the bar, poured a glass of vodka, and added a few cubes of ice to it. After taking a big gulp, he pressed his tongue against his cheek, looked down at the glass in his hand and said nothing, but what he thought was another thing.

On the day he came back from the old house, Fu Zechen had a dream.

In the dream, Tangli was wearing that light green costume, babbling and singing Kunqu opera in front of him.

He can't remember the content of the song clearly, but he only remembers that Tangli's every frown and smile in front of her is extraordinarily attractive, and Fu Zechen can't stand just one look.

The sleeves of Tangli's costume kept dangling in front of him, sliding across Fu Zechen's indifferent and sharp face, and the unique fragrance of Tangli's body lingered around...

The memories came to an abrupt end, Fu Zechen came back to his senses, tightened his grip on the glass, and drank the rest of the wine in one gulp.

He was really stunned, Fu Zechen thought.

A few pieces of ice remained in the cup, and the temperature on his hands evaporated a layer of water vapor on his hands. The vodka he just drank didn't have any cooling effect, but made the fire in his heart burn even more.

Fu Zechen glanced at the watch on the wall, it was fifteen past twelve.

Tangli won't be back today, he can be sure.

In fact, this should be what he expected.

After that dream, Fu Zechen consciously or unintentionally avoided Tangli.

It was his nephew's girlfriend, who kept calling him little uncle.

Now that he had such a dream about his junior, Fu Zechen felt that he was crazy.

At first, I thought that alienation would be enough, but who knew that not long after, I met Tangli again in the twilight.

Only then did Fu Zechen realize that he had nothing to do with the little girl.

When she cries, she loses herself.

There was only half a bottle of vodka left in his hand. Fu Zechen picked up the bottle and drank it down. His stomach burned uncomfortably. He frowned, took out a cigarette from his pocket and lit it. Spreading out, Fu Zechen's entire face could not be seen clearly behind the smoke.

He lowered his eyes, the black beads were very obvious on the cold white wrist bones, he fiddled with them casually, his dark eyes were bottomless.

Fu Zechen didn't sleep all night, so he leaned against the bar, smoking one cigarette after another.

When it was just dawn, the morning sun shone through the window, and cigarette butts were scattered all over the floor in front of Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen's skin was pale, and there was a faint bruise under his eyes. He hadn't slept all night, and his dark pupils were covered with bloodshot eyes. He moved his body and was about to go upstairs when his phone rang.

It was Fu Qingyang who called.

Fu Zechen glanced indifferently and connected the phone.

"Uncle..." Fu Qingyang's voice was clear, with some hesitation.

Fu Zechen pinched the bridge of his nose and said coldly, "What's the matter?"

"That day... Later, do you know where Tangli went?"

"I don't know." Fu Zechen's voice became a little colder, his face was worried, the beads were pinched in his hands, and the veins on the back of his hands were obviously bulging.

Fu Qingyang sensed the coldness in Fu Zechen's words, thought that he was still angry because of what happened that day, and quickly explained: "Uncle, that day was really an accident. I drank some wine with my friends, and that's not what I meant."

"I don't usually touch Tangli. I really didn't do it on purpose that day. Can you stop being angry?"

Fu Zechen's brows felt uncomfortable, and there was a little impatience between his brows.

Over there, Fu Qingyang was still explaining, for a while, he drank too much, and for a while, his friend wouldn't really do anything, etc. Fu Zechen was upset when he heard it, and hung up the phone before he finished speaking.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zechen turned and went upstairs. He paused when he passed by Tangli's room. After taking a look, he turned and went to the study.

At eight o'clock in the morning, the sun was just right, and the light came in through the wooden windows. Tangli was cleaning the zither and began to prepare for the last part-time job of the day.

There were several important figures in the clubhouse today, and Tangli was quite busy as it should be. She hadn't stopped playing since the morning, except for a lunch break at noon, and then continued.

Tangli played all day, and didn't get a chance to rest until nine o'clock in the evening.

After seeing off a table of guests, one of her songs just ended.

She put her hands on the zither and took off the armor. Even though she was wearing the armor, her fingertips were still flushed. Tangli brought her hand in front of her. As long as there was a little mark on her snow-white skin, it would be particularly obvious.

Tangli's fingertips were so red that it was scary. When the senior sister came over, she was shocked when she saw it.

"Tangli, your hands... have worked hard on you. I'll go buy you some ointment. You should rest first."

"No need, senior," Tangli smiled, and opened her lips: "I'll just go down and buy it myself."

Tangli got up, and suddenly felt a sharp pain in her feet.

"hiss."

Tangli sat back again, rubbed her ankles, and said calmly to her senior sister's worried eyes, "It's okay, maybe the high heels are a little bit rough on your feet, and you've been playing in different places today, so it will be fine in a while. "

"Are you really okay?" The senior frowned, looking at Tangli's feet worriedly.

"Don't worry, senior, don't worry about me. I'm going to buy medicine first. See you later."

Tangli didn't want her senior to worry, so the smile on her face remained unchanged. After rejecting her offer, she went downstairs to the convenience store.

The convenience store has some simple topical medicines, but Tangli thinks it's troublesome, so she plans to use band-aids to deal with it first, and then go back.

When checking out, the lucky cat at the door made a "welcome" sound, and a tall figure stood beside her.

Tangli took a look and stopped in her tracks.

Fu Zechen held a pack of cigarettes in his hand, looked at her expressionlessly with downcast eyes, and stood in front of her.

Tangli didn't expect to see Fu Zechen here, and she tightened her hand holding the Band-Aid.

"Mr. Fu." Her eyes flickered, she took a step back, her expression was calm, and she spoke lightly.

Fu Zechen's suit jacket was draped in his arms, and he was wearing a white shirt. Two buttons were loosely unbuttoned at the neckline, revealing a sharp and delicate collarbone.

Mr. Fu?

The corners of Fu Zechen's lips seemed to be pulled down, and he looked down at Tangli. His dark eyes were not warm, and there was no smile in the slightly curved eyes.

Before, I took a bite of my little uncle's.

Now you know it's Mr. Fu?

Fu Zechen gave a cold snort in his heart, and looked deeply at Tangli's hand holding the Band-Aid, and her obviously strange feet when she stepped back just now.

Tangli's skin was very fair, her fingertips were round and shiny, and her slender fingers were long and slender, but those beautiful fingertips were now stained with a dazzling red.

Obviously, he was injured.