pampered roses

The rain outside the window was getting louder, and it was accompanied by lightning and thunder in the second half of the night.

Tangli was not asleep, and the lights in the room were not turned off, and the window outside the window was bright and dark for a while.

"Boom--"

Once again thunder sounded, and Tangli suddenly opened her eyes.

The next second, the lights in the room suddenly went out, Tangli's heart skipped a beat, and she sat up from the bed.

This house looks like no one has lived in it for a long time... and now there is a power outage...

Tangli clenched her palms, a little scared, and also a little worried about Fu Zechen.

Before returning to the room, Tangli clearly felt that Fu Zechen was not in the right state.

She got up and got out of bed, and gently opened the door. It was pitch black outside the corridor, and she couldn't see anything clearly.

As soon as Tangli stepped out of the door of the room, there was a burst of thunder. Her body was tense, her movements were a little stiff, her thin lips were tightly pursed, and her hand holding the doorknob exerted some force, her heartbeat accelerated.

Tangli clenched her fists, supported the wall of the corridor, and slowly went downstairs in the dark.

"Uncle..."

"Uncle, can you hear me?"

Tangli went downstairs slowly, tentatively looking into the distance.

She could vaguely see a figure on the sofa, she tilted her head and asked tentatively, "Little uncle?"

Fu Zechen didn't respond, but Tangli could see him move.

Fu Zechen heard the movement and turned to look at the stairs.

His face was cold, his stern and straight face was cold, his arched back was tense, and his hands were clasped in front of him.

Seeing Tangli approaching him cautiously, Fu Zechen finally said, "What's the matter?"

Tangli was taken aback by the air pressure around him, stood there for a while, and said again: "Little uncle..."

Fu Zechen hummed and kicked the coffee table forward.

Tangli was keenly aware that Fu Zechen's mood was not right. She couldn't see clearly in the dark. She hesitated standing there, and finally said, "Little uncle. I dare not be alone in the upstairs room."

"Afraid of the dark?"

Fu Zechen finally spoke out, his tone was indifferent, and his eyes fell on Tangli, without causing any disturbance.

Tangli pursed her lips and stood there without moving. Fu Zechen couldn't see her expression clearly, looked at the person standing there, sighed imperceptibly, and said lightly, "Come here."

Tangli walked towards Fu Zechen, when a bolt of lightning struck outside, the living room lit up for a moment, Tangli finally saw Fu Zechen's expression.

He was still wearing the black pajamas that Tangli had worn before she went upstairs, the cuffs were a little wrinkled on the chest, and her hair was completely dry, draped casually on her forehead in a messy way.

His expression was cold, there was no emotion in his dark and deep eyes, his jaw line was tense, his sharp brows drooped slightly, his hands rested on his thighs, leaving only a cold white wrist bone outside.

Tangli was stunned for a moment, then subconsciously said, "Little uncle, you didn't go back to your room?"

Fu Zechen nodded and said nothing.

Sitting next to Fu Zechen, Tangli looked sideways at him, her palm-sized face was expressionless, Qing Lingling looked at Fu Zechen, her black eyelashes trembled, and Tangli hesitated to make a sound.

"Uncle, do you have something on your mind?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, and his eyes fell on Tangli, with a faint interest in his eyes, he chuckled softly, and said lightly, "What does the little girl know?"

After speaking, he looked away, obviously having no desire to continue talking.

Tangli pursed her lips and frowned, with a dissatisfied expression on her face, she muttered, "I'm not young."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, looked at Tangli with great interest, glanced down from his face, glanced roughly, and let out a muffled laugh from his chest, with a meaningful tone: "It's not that big."

Tangli was stunned, anyway, what Fu Zechen was saying, her face turned red immediately, heat spread from her cheeks to her ears, Tangli glared at Fu Zechen, and she didn't want to pay attention to anyone.

Fu Zechen pursed his lips, and the corners of his lips curved very lightly. Seeing that Tangli was annoyed, he stopped being cute. He suppressed his expression, his eyes darkened, and the atmosphere in his body became cold again, as if the joke just now and The smile was like Tangli's illusion.

Tangli pursed her lips, the heat on her face dissipated, her eyes fell on Fu Zechen's side face, the sharp lines were tight, the bridge of the nose was straight, and the curled eyelashes fell under her eyes, covering his eyes all emotions.

She looked at Fu Zechen, and took the initiative to say: "Little uncle, I am really not young anymore, I am 20 years old."

Fu Zechen turned his head, looking a little dazed.

Tangli took out her mobile phone, the time is 23:40, today is not over yet.

She bent her eyes, turned her head to look at Fu Zechen, and said softly, "There are still 10 minutes."

Fu Zechen came to his senses, looked at the time on Tangli's phone, pursed his thin lips, and said in a low voice, "Sorry, I don't know."

Tangli shook her head, but didn't take it seriously.

Fu Zechen's eyes darkened a bit, facing Tangli, his tone softened: "What birthday present do you want?"

It was raining heavily outside, the noisy sound of rain was accompanied by lightning and thunder from time to time, the living room was flickering, the expression on Tangli's face was very pale, there was no joy of birthday in her dark eyes, there was a faint Unbearable sadness and discomfort.

She pursed her lips and smiled, her voice was very soft,

"Uncle, you don't have to apologize to me."

"I haven't had my birthday for many years."

Fu Zechen's body tensed up, and he suddenly remembered what happened to Tangli.

He was also an insider about the car accident that year, and he knew that Tangli's birthday was not a very good day in the past few days.

Tangli's expression was calm, as if she was used to it.

Fu Zechen frowned, and said lightly: "Then pick a day you like."

Tangli turned her head and blinked for some unknown reason.

Fu Zechen clasped his wrists, and the black prayer beads were spinning, he said calmly: "Every year from now on, my little uncle will celebrate your birthday on this day."

Tangli was stunned.

The pointer on the wall "clicked", the time was 00:00, and a new day began.

She glanced, bent her eyes, lightning flashed outside the window, and the emotion in Tangli's eyes came into Fu Zechen's sight, and she only heard her say,

"Now then."

"Uncle, I want to make a wish."

Fu Zechen was slightly startled, smiled, nodded, "Okay."

But there is no cake in Yunjin Villa.

There is a thunderstorm pouring outside, so it is not realistic to go out and buy.

Fu Zechen thought for a while, then took out the lighter, and there was a clicking sound,

A blue flame vacated and ignited between the two of them.

Tangli was stunned, and looked at the person opposite, "Little uncle?"

Fu Zechen's expression was calm, holding the flame with one hand, his eyebrows were slightly raised, and he looked at Tangli,

"Make a wish, little birthday boy."

Fu Zechen spoke, his tone was very light, the lines of his face were no longer so tense, the sharp eyebrows were raised, and he smiled relaxedly.

Tangli pursed her lips, and her porcelain-white face showed a few other emotions.

She clasped her hands together, did not close her eyes, and looked at Fu Zechen while making a wish, word for word.

"I hope little uncle can sleep well."

A moderate voice sounded in the living room, Fu Zechen was slightly taken aback, then laughed, his dark eyes were a little more helpless, and he said in a meaningful tone: "It's that simple?"

Tangli looked at Fu Zechen and nodded, pursed her lips and said seriously: "It's not easy."

"Little uncle is very important to me."

When Tangli was talking, Qing Lingling looked at Fu Zechen without the slightest dodge, Qingmei's small face was tense, her lips were pursed with a serious expression.

Fu Zechen's heartbeat slowed down a beat, and his relaxed body tensed up again.

He didn't speak, but looked at Tangli, his ink-like eyes couldn't see to the bottom at a glance, when he spoke again, his voice was tinged with an inexplicable chill,

"Tangli, have you ever heard the story of the farmer and the snake?"

Tangli didn't understand, so she nodded and hummed: "I heard, what's the matter, little uncle?"

Her face was so clear that she didn't realize Fu Zechen's meaning at all.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, his eyelashes concealed the emotions in his eyes, suppressed the strong lust and aggression, and returned to a rusty and indifferent appearance, his thin lips curled up, as if mocking himself or warning,

"Little uncle is not a good person."

"Have you ever told anyone that if you give good intentions to bad people, you will be punished?"

Fu Zechen looked at Tangli indifferently, his sharp eyebrows drooping slightly, his dark eyes were bottomless, in the flickering living room, he seemed to isolate himself.

Tangli reacted immediately, pursed her lips, looked at Fu Zechen again, and said firmly, "I'm not afraid."

"I believe little uncle—"

Before the words fell, Fu Zechen's gaze instantly became sharp,

The next moment, Fu Zechen stretched out his hand, and before Tangli could react, he suddenly grabbed the back of her neck and pressed towards him.

Tangli moved forward passively, her hands subconsciously resting on Fu Zechen's chest, her white and slender fingertips slid across the exposed chest, and finally subconsciously grabbed the front of his chest.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes, looking at Tangli with deep and complicated eyes, with a strong sense of oppression and aggression at the bottom of his dark eyes.

Tangli raised her eyes, met Fu Zechen's gaze, and tightened her hands on the hem of his shirt, her breathing was a little constricted, her slender eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her dark eyes were a little dazed.

The breaths of the two people are intertwined, the jasmine fragrance and the cold sandalwood are intertwined, lingering around the two people, making people feel dizzy.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes and stared at her, as if he was about to kiss her in the next second...

Tangli's fingertips turned white, she clenched the collar of his shirt, and closed her eyes.

In the next second, there was a "pop", and the lights in the living room were instantly brightened.

The assistant stood in the direction of the door, holding an open flashlight in his hand, and the direction of the light was right on the two people who were very close together.

The thunderstorm continued, but the living room was surprisingly quiet.

Tangli and Fu Zechen looked at the assistant subconsciously. The assistant froze in place with a dazed expression. When he noticed Fu Zechen's gaze, he swallowed the words he was about to blurt out instantly. His first reaction was to cover his mouth, and then He covered his eyes again, turned around immediately, and Wuyin 300 taels here said: "I didn't see anything!"

Tangli came to her senses, let go of the hand holding the skirt, pushed Fu Zechen forward, immediately got up from the sofa and took two steps back, lowered her eyes and said hurriedly: "It's late, little uncle, I'm going to rest first. "

"you should also rest earlier."

The sound of "da da" footsteps disappeared at the stairs, and Fu Zechen looked back at the assistant.

The assistant turned around slowly when he heard the movement.

As soon as he turned around, he met his boss Fu's gaze, which was cool and oppressive.

The assistant's expression froze, and she wanted to cry, "Boss Fu, I can explain..."