pampered roses

The air conditioner was turned on in the car, and when Tangli sat in the car, she trembled unconsciously, and then an extra dress was placed on her head.

Tangli tore off her clothes, and it was Fu Zechen's overcoat. Fu Zechen looked at Tangli, and said involuntarily, "Put it on."

Tangli put on her clothes in a daze, and said something softly.

"Thank you little uncle."

Fu Zechen's face was very cold, holding the bead string in one hand, his stern face was tense, his dark eyes stared at Tangli, his brows were frowned, he spoke with a more oppressive tone,

"It just happened to be rainy again, what are you doing?"

"Does the body still want it?"

Tangli lowered her eyes, her lips were straightened and she did not speak.

Fu Zechen's eyes never left.

After a while, when her body returned to temperature, Tangli raised her eyes and looked at Fu Zechen lightly: "Little uncle, why are you here?"

The corners of Fu Zechen's lips were tense, and he said coldly, "To see an old friend."

"Oh."

Tangli responded blankly, lowered her head, helped the coat on her shoulders with both hands, and didn't ask any more questions.

Fu Zechen lowered his head, looked at Tangli's slightly trembling body, and told the driving assistant expressionlessly, "The temperature of the air conditioner should be higher."

The assistant nodded and turned the temperature up a bit.

Tangli seemed to have cut off all her senses. The sound of rain outside the window continued, and it was getting bigger and bigger. The noisy voice rang in her ears. She didn't seem to notice it. She seldom spoke since she got in the car. Falling out of the window, looking at the buildings that kept going back and forth, my eyes were a little empty.

Fu Zechen glanced at Tangli halfway, and didn't ask any more questions. When he saw the heavy rain outside, he frowned, and said to his assistant lightly, "Go to Yunjin Villa."

The assistant froze for a moment, then nodded, "Okay, Mr. Fu."

After 10 minutes, the car stopped.

The assistant handed an umbrella to Fu Zechen. Fu Zechen got out of the car first, opened the umbrella, looked at Tangli who was still still, and said lightly, "Why, do you want to sleep in my car today?"

Tangli raised her eyes, glanced at Fu Zechen, shook her head slightly, then got out of the car and stood beside Fu Zechen, he tilted the umbrella towards Tangli, and the two walked side by side towards the villa .

Stepping through the gate, the inside of the villa is another completely different scenery.

Tangli looked at the scene in front of her, with a little curiosity in her calm eyes.

The overall style of Yunjin Villa is very elegant, with European-style buildings standing in front, surrounded by fences, covered with green branches and leaves, what really caught Tangli's attention was the white camellia that opened from the gate to the surrounding villas of the villa.

The big flowers were beaten down by the rain, and there was a faint fragrance in the humid air, but at a glance, Tangli could imagine how beautiful this yard would be if it wasn't for the rain.

The sound of the rain became quieter, and Tangli followed Fu Zechen through the camellia flowers, with a little curiosity in her eyes, her mood improved a bit, her eyes glided over the flowers, without asking any more questions.

Entering the villa, Tangli's eyes were instantly attracted by the embroidery in the middle of the living room.

It was a half-finished pair of embroidery that hadn't been finished yet, and it was embroidered with camellias, but it was only half embroidered, and the remaining half was piled with scattered threads, as if no one had taken care of it for a long time.

Tangli approached the embroidery, her eyes fell on it, and her fingers lightly slid across the embroidered place.

When she saw it, she could tell how profound the skills of the person who embroidered this painting were. At least for now, she was incomparable.

Tangli turned her head, glanced at Fu Zechen behind her, and asked curiously, "Why is this painting only half embroidered?"

Fu Zechen's eyes darkened, his jawline tightened, and he said lightly, "I probably don't want to embroider."

Tangli blinked and said nothing.

Fu Zechen asked Tangli to wait downstairs. He went upstairs and came down after a while, still holding a folded dress in his hand.

He handed the clothes to Tangli, and said coldly, "The first room on the right upstairs can take a shower. These are the clothes for a change."

Tangli took the clothes and took a look. It was a white cheongsam embroidered with camellias.

At first glance, Tangli liked this cheongsam very much.

She pursed her lips and glanced at Fu Zechen: "Thank you little uncle."

Tangli turned and went upstairs to take a shower and change clothes in the room Fu Zechen said.

Ten minutes later, Tangli came down from upstairs. Fu Zechen sat on the sofa and looked up when he heard footsteps.

Tangli's half-dry hair is pulled back, and she is wearing a white cheongsam. One of the camellias extends from the lower abdomen, and a small petal is exposed on the other side of the chest, and the exquisite waist and hip lines are modified. .

This cheongsam was passed to Tangli, but it fit unexpectedly.

Fu Zechen withdrew his eyes, his eyes gradually deepened, and he didn't say anything.

The rain outside came and went, it became smaller just now, and after a while, it became larger again.

Fu Zechen hadn't been here for a long time. Except for the regular cleaning by his aunt, there was almost nothing here.

He glanced out the window, seeing that the rain would not stop for a while, Fu Zechen frowned and called his assistant.

Half an hour later, there was a knock on the door, Fu Zechen opened it, and the assistant stood outside with two big bags in his hands.

"Boss Fu, what you want."

Fu Zechen took it, and said lightly: "Well, you can go back."

After the assistant left, Fu Zechen carried his things into the kitchen.

Tangli got up from the sofa and followed.

What Fu Zechen asked his assistant to bring over were some toiletries and frozen food, and of course some vegetables and meat dishes.

He packed the food and put it in the refrigerator, and gave half of the remaining toiletries to Tangli: "If you need anything else, I'll send someone over."

"Thank you little uncle."

……

The rain continued outside, and the sky darkened.

After Fu Zechen finished his work on his mobile phone, he got up and went to the kitchen, took out a few packs of quick-frozen dumplings, Tang Li followed behind him, glanced at the dishes in the refrigerator, and suddenly noticed.

Tangli spoke, standing behind Fu Zechen, her voice was not too loud.

"Little uncle, do you want me to cook?"

Fu Zechen paused his hand holding the dumpling, turned his head, glanced at Tangli from the corner of his eye, raised his sharp eyebrows, and looked carefully at her eyes.

Tangli lowered her eyes and said lightly, "I learned from the chef at home before, so I promise it will be fine."

Fu Zechen didn't object, he threw the dumplings aside, turned around, looked down at Tangli, met her clear gaze, and said, "That's fine."

"I'm upstairs, call me if you need something."

Tangli nodded, and Fu Zechen didn't say anything else. Before leaving the kitchen, he turned his head and took a look at Tangli's back.

She is choosing dishes, and seems to be thinking about what to do, with a serious expression and focused eyes.

Fu Zechen turned his head, and his figure quickly disappeared on the stairs.

When Fu Zechen came down from the stairs in black pajamas after taking a shower, there was already a faint smell of food in the living room.

Even though the door was closed while Tangli was cooking, the aroma still overflowed from the cracks.

Fu Zechen was a little surprised, raised his eyebrows, and didn't go to the kitchen to disturb Tangli.

The sounds from the kitchen stopped, Tangli opened the door, and was stunned when she saw Fu Zechen.

He had just taken a shower, his face still had some moisture, his hair hadn't been dried, and a few strands hung on his forehead, softening his usual seriousness and indifference.

He was wearing a black nightgown with a belt around his waist, exposing a small piece of his chest.

Tangli took a look, then looked away, and came out of the kitchen with the dishes.

She cooked a simple four dishes and one soup, which was delicious in color, fragrance and taste. Fu Zechen also got some appetite and sat opposite Tangli.

Fu Zechen put a chopstick into his mouth, and immediately saw Tangli looking at him.

Tangli held the chopsticks, moved her fingertips, and said softly, "How about little uncle?"

"Not bad." Fu Zechen said indifferently, Tangli didn't ask any more, and ate her with her eyes bent.

After dinner, it was almost ten o'clock, and the sound of rain outside the window continued. The two of them had nothing to do, so they said good night to each other and prepared to go back to their rooms.

"Except for the room on the left, you can sleep in any room you want."

Fu Zechen stood on the stairs, looking at Tangli with no emotion in his eyes. From Tangli's perspective, he could only see his slightly raised jaw and sharp-edged profile.

Tangli nodded, pursed her lips and asked him again: "What about you, little uncle?"

"Do not bother me."

I don't know if it was Tangli's illusion, but Fu Zechen's words were even colder than before.

Tangli pursed her lips, her gaze slid past Fu Zechen's body, she finally lowered her eyes, nodded and hummed, and didn't ask any more questions.