pampered roses

The carriage was quiet for a moment, Xu Ze, the assistant in the front position, got out of the car and left without knowing why, there were only two people in the back seat.

Fu Zechen stared at her from a very close distance, his stern and handsome face flickered in and out of light in the dark carriage, only those deep black eyes locked her sight motionlessly.

Tangli's heart beat a little faster, her fingers unconsciously clenched the cheongsam hanging from the carriage, she raised her eyes, Qing Lingling's eyes met Fu Zechen's, and she didn't budge.

"I waited for my little uncle all night."

"It's the little uncle who didn't come back."

She didn't back down at all, she didn't retreat, she just looked back at him with a pair of dark eyes.

Fu Zechen looked at her, met her eyes, seemed to be stunned for a moment, his eyes paused for two seconds, and said lightly: "Really?"

He moved slightly sideways, looking down from her eyes to the bridge of her nose to her lips, across her snow-white neck.

Tangli clenched her palms tightly, feeling that Fu Zechen's eyes were like a dense net, enveloping her inch by inch, with nowhere to escape.

The cold sandalwood scent lingers.

After a while,

Fu Zechen looked away, resting his wrist on his knee casually, and said lightly,

"There is something wrong with the company, so I didn't come back."

The tightly clenched heartbeat suddenly withdrew, Tangli let go of her palm, feeling a fine layer of sweat on her back, and dared not look at Fu Zechen again, she pursed her lips and said,

"Well, then little uncle, you came to see me, what's the matter?"

Fu Zechen didn't speak, his slender and cold fingers stroked the black prayer beads between the wrist bones, and after a while he said calmly,

"I saw the trending search, do you need help?"

Tangli was slightly stunned, and realized that there was such a big commotion on the Internet, Fu Zechen must have known about it, she shook her head, and said lightly, "No need, little uncle."

Fu Zechen looked at her sideways, raised his eyebrows, and there was a hint of interest in his eyes: "Why? Want to enter the entertainment circle?"

Tangli raised her eyes and met Fu Zechen's gaze, neither admitting nor denying, "I don't know, just let it be."

Fu Zechen hummed, fiddled with the beads, and didn't ask any more questions, but said flatly, "If you need help, just tell me."

Tangli didn't immediately agree, she pursed her lips, lowered her eyes and said in a low voice: "Little uncle, you don't have to be so nice to me."

Fu Zechen stopped fiddling with the beads, looked sideways, stared at Tangli with his dark gaze, raised his eyebrows and said,

"What if I want to?"

Tangli's heart was clenched, "I..."

"Boss Fu." The car window slammed from the outside, Xu Ze leaned closer and said in a low voice, "The restaurant is booked."

Tangli stopped talking, turned her head to look at Fu Zechen, "Little uncle, haven't you eaten yet?"

Fu Zechen hummed, glanced at her inadvertently, and said casually,

"I'm in a hurry to see you, I don't have time to eat."

Tangli: "..."

Xu Ze got into the car, started the car, and drove slowly towards the outside of the school.

Fu Zechen looked down at her,

"Xiao Luoshen, do you mind going to have a meal with me?"

Tangli's ears felt hot, "Little uncle, don't keep calling me that..."

Fu Zechen smiled slightly, "Okay, would Miss Tangli mind going to dinner with me?"

Tangli's cheeks were slightly hot, and she nodded, "Yeah."

The car drove to the private restaurant they had visited once before.

The proprietress was already familiar with them, she smiled and asked the waiter to take them in.

Tangli noticed that the waiters here were all wearing cheongsams when they came last time, but this time they all changed into Hanfu.

Fu Zechen looked normal, and motioned for Tangli to order.

Tangli ate some in the evening, and she wasn't very hungry. Besides, she had to prepare for some theater activities after school started, and she had to pay attention to body management, so she ordered a few dishes at random.

Fu Zechen glanced at the menu and raised his eyebrows to look at her, "How much do you eat?"

Tangli nodded, "Well, I'm not very hungry."

Fu Zechen glanced at her slender waist under the cheongsam, said nothing, and added a few more dishes.

The dishes were served soon, and Tangli saw that they were almost all the dishes she ordered when she came here last time.

A meal is eaten quietly.

When it was about to end, Fu Zechen suddenly said, "How are you and Fu Qingyang doing recently?"

Tangli froze for a moment, then raised her eyes to look at Fu Zechen.

His expression was flat, and there was no emotion on his chiseled face, as if he was just asking casually out of concern for his elders.

Tangli withdrew her gaze, "It's pretty good."

Fu Zechen hummed, raised his eyelids and glanced at her lightly, and didn't continue speaking.

After dinner, the two of them were not in a hurry to go back.

Autumn had just entered at this moment, and the temperature in the imperial capital dropped a lot at night, but it was still pleasant.

The surrounding environment of the private restaurant is quiet, and a lot of flowers are planted in the backyard. Tangli and Fu Zechen walked forward side by side, taking a walk while digesting food.

Tangli was wearing a tea-white cheongsam today, her hair was casually tied into a ponytail, and a few strands of hair were on the side of her face, which felt very comfortable when the wind blew gently.

Fu Zechen walked beside her, with a black suit jacket draped over his wrists, wide shoulders and narrow waist, with a tall figure, a neat snow-white shirt, and a loose bow tie at the neckline, revealing a delicate and sharp collarbone.

The flower gardens on both sides of the road are blooming brightly, and there is a scent from time to time.

There is a cobblestone-paved path in the backyard, and the flowers on both sides are separated by fence brackets. Green vines climb up the brackets and hang down on both sides.

Neither of them spoke, they walked forward.

A gust of wind blew by, the branches swayed twice, petals fell in the wind, and three or two fell on Tangli's temples and shoulders.

There is a very simple swing in front.

Tangli paused, her eyes fell on it, a little strange.

Fu Zechen also stopped, stood beside her, slightly raised his eyebrows,

"Want to play?"

Tangli shook her head, "If you sit on it, you will definitely fall."

The swing is very small and narrow, and it is estimated that it is casually set up to look good, and it is definitely not really for people to sit on.

The lights on both sides of the path were on, and under the warm yellow light, two shadows were cast on the ground, very close together.

Fu Zechen's eyes fell on Tangli inadvertently, the pink and white petals on the black hair were very obvious, his eyes were slightly lowered, and he freed up a hand to reach over.

Tangli was looking at the swing when she suddenly felt something fall on her hair.

She raised her eyes, and her eyes just met Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen's eyes fell on the top of her head, there was no extra emotion on his sharp-edged face, and there was a rustle of hair.

Fu Zechen lowered his eyes and spread out his palm, a pink-white petal was lying on the palm of his hand.

Tangli's heart beat a little faster, she took a step back,

"Thank you little uncle."

Fu Zechen seemed to know what she was thinking, and deliberately teased her, his tone was loose and unserious,

"Thank you for being so far away?"

Tangli lowered her eyes, her thoughts were a little confused for a moment, "Ah..."

Fu Zechen suddenly leaned over, took a step forward, and the distance between the two drew closer.

There was a fence stand behind her, Tangli could feel her back leaning against the flower stand, and Fu Zechen was so close in front of her that she could almost touch his chin when she raised her head.

The cold sandalwood breath almost enveloped her whole body.

Tangli clenched the hem of the cheongsam tightly, feeling the hair lingering on her cheeks, a little itchy, she couldn't help wanting to back away.

"Jumping so fast." Fu Zechen's voice above his head suddenly sounded, with a somewhat cold smile.

Tangli was slightly startled, raised her eyes, and bumped into the dark eyes, "What?"

Fu Zechen slightly raised his eyebrows, nodded his chin, and touched his heart with his slender fingertips, "Here."

Tangli's head exploded with a bang, and she lowered her eyes not daring to look at him.

Fu Zechen laughed lightly, trembling from his chest.

Tangli's ears were red, and she could feel the sound of her heart beating.

"Tangli."

When his thoughts diverged, Fu Zechen spoke again suddenly, his tone was as cold as ever, but he was extremely serious,

"Are you considering changing your boyfriend?"

Tangli was stunned, feeling her back go stiff for a moment, and the blood around her body stopped flowing instantly.

Fu Zechen's voice was faint, and he continued to speak word by word,

"See how little uncle is doing?"

"Bam—"

The voice fell.

The fence flower stands crackled and scattered all over the place.

Tangli was startled, she subconsciously took a step back, and her back suddenly bumped into the flower stand that was not very stable, and the flower branches that were wrapped around the stand fell down along with the fence.

Tangli couldn't dodge for a while, and was hit by a few clusters of roses on her arm.

The tea-white cheongsam was also stained by the flower juice. Tangli's skin was originally thin, but soon blood beads appeared on her snow-white arms.

Fu Zechen frowned, grabbed her arm, and pulled her away from the collapsed flower stand.

There was a crashing sound.

Tangli didn't care about the tingling pain on her wrist, she just raised her eyes suddenly, looking straight at Fu Zechen,

"Little uncle, what did you say?"