pampered roses

There was no sound in the car, only the faint scent of cold sandalwood on the man's body enveloped the whole space.

Tangli sat sideways next to Fu Zechen, and Zhou Cheng, who was sitting in front of her, had already tactfully lowered the baffle.

The air conditioner in the car was turned on a little low, and Tangli felt a little cold on her bare skin.

Fu Zechen also noticed that the girl beside him was trembling slightly, so he tilted his head and raised his eyelids to take a light look.

The little girl wearing a cheongsam is very different from her previous appearance, the clothes are propped up with full curves, and she is cold and charming.

The cheongsam is a conservative style, but the side skirt has a large slit, revealing two straight and slender white legs, and the beautiful curves are looming with the girl's movements.

Careful but as if others don't know.

Fu Zechen pulled his lips and smiled lightly. The black beads made a rustling sound in the carriage. He turned his head and glanced at Tangli, and suddenly said casually,

"How long have you been back?"

Tangli folded her hands on her thighs, and her back tensed a little when she heard the sound. She raised her head and looked at the man beside her, a slight surprise flashed across her beautiful face,

"Uncle?"

Her heart beat a little faster, did Fu Zechen remember her?

Fu Zechen looked at the little girl in front of him who was obviously excited, raised his eyebrows, buttoned the leather cushion with his slender fingers, raised his eyebrows and said calmly,

"Eighteen?"

He remembered that Tangli was only 16 years old when he left. He was still abroad at the time, and he didn't know anything about domestic affairs. The last time he saw the little girl, she was only a little old, and she would only blush and call him little. uncle.

Tangli's heart was slightly astringent, but her face was already gentle and obedient. Looking at the man in front of her with full eyes, she corrected,

"Little uncle, I'm nineteen."

"Oh." Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, with a half-smile, "I've grown up."

Tangli's heart beat slightly faster as she looked at the man beside her.

He looked sideways at the night outside the window, and didn't look at Tangli's face. He only spoke in a faint, slightly smiling tone, "But she's still a little girl."

Tangli didn't speak, but quietly clenched her palms on the cheongsam.

Beijing Dance University is located in the urban area of ​​the third ring road in the north of Beijing, and it will arrive soon.

The black Bentley stopped steadily at the school gate.

"Ninth Master."

The front door opened, and Zhou Cheng's voice came, saying respectfully,

"We've arrived at Beijing Dance University."

Tangli also regained her composure, and reported her address just now when she got on the bus, but she didn't expect to arrive so soon.

Fu Zechen nodded, his eyes were indifferent, and he didn't turn his head to look at Tangli.

"Thank you little uncle for taking me back." Tangli opened the car door and spoke in a warm voice.

Fu Zechen nodded his chin, his stern and handsome face showed no emotion.

Tangli stood outside the car door, the rain was still falling, and her shoulders were slightly wet.

Green white fingertips clenched the hem of the cheongsam, and she took two steps forward.

"Miss Tang." Someone called her from behind, Zhou Cheng stepped forward and handed her an umbrella, "Master Jiu said, it's raining heavily, so we need an umbrella."

Tangli took the black umbrella handle and held it with her pink fingertips. A trace of determination flashed in her lowered eyes, and she suddenly turned and stepped forward.

"Kukou—" She reached out and knocked on the car window.

When the car window came down, Fu Zechen tilted his head to look at her. The man's sharp and sharp jaw line was cut by light and shadow, which was indifferent and alienated. His dark and deep eyes were exactly the same as in memory.

It has appeared countless times in every dream of hers over the years.

Tangli bent down and approached the car window, mustered up the courage to speak,

"Uncle, can I add your WeChat? Or, give me your phone number."

The rain gradually became heavier, and the water droplets fell on the umbrella, pattering.

Fu Zechen heard what she said clearly, his dark and deep eyes fell on her face for two seconds, he seemed to be smiling, paused for a moment, and said slowly,

"can."

He handed over a business card, simple lines in black, white and gray, with only a string of numbers on it, which was his phone number.

The corners of Tangli's lips curled up a little, and finally there was a little joy in her eyes that belonged to a little girl of this age, "Thank you, little uncle."

Fu Zechen looked at her with a calm expression, leaning against the car window and raised his eyebrows, "Thank me for what?"

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and Tangli didn't know where the courage came from, so she took a few steps back.

The girl was wearing a pink cheongsam, her long black hair was half-wet on her shoulders, her face was as bright as a rose, she looked at him with burning eyes, and spoke through the sound of rain,

"Little uncle, I'm nineteen, I'm not a little girl anymore."

"I am a woman."