pampered roses

Tangli took a deep breath, clenched her palms slightly, and bent over to get into the car.

As soon as I entered the car seat, a very light scent of women's perfume came from the tip of my nose.

Tangli frowned calmly.

Fu Zechen sat on one side, looking at her leisurely, with a light expression, waiting for her to speak first.

He was only wearing a white shirt, the cuffs were slightly rolled up, revealing the raised cold white wrist bones, covered with familiar black Buddhist beads, and the cold sandalwood scent lingering.

Tangli looked down at her knees, her voice was flat,

"Uncle, what can I do for you?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't expect her to say this first,

"Well," he said calmly, his black eyes staring at her leisurely from the side, "it's all right."

Tangli choked, and at the same time, the pleasant smell of a lady's salon spread to the tip of her nose, her chest was sore and swelled, her face became a little colder, and her tone softened,

"It's okay, I'll get out of the car first."

She said, got up and opened the car door to leave.

From the beginning to the end, he didn't lift his eyes, and didn't look at Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen didn't speak, just leaned back on the chair quietly, looking at her with dark pupils.

Tangli reached out to pull the car door, but she didn't.

Apparently, the door was locked from the inside.

She didn't speak, and continued to open the car door in silence.

The corners of Fu Zechen's lips tensed slightly, and the expression on his face gradually faded.

"Tangli." He called her name.

Tangli lowered her head, her long black hair fell down, almost covering most of her face, and only the girl's fair and delicate chin could be seen from the side.

She didn't open her mouth, and ignored him and just used her hands to break the doorknob.

See her silent.

Fu Zechen narrowed his black eyes, he got up, bent down, reached out to grab Tangli's chin, and brought her over.

She was caught off guard, but Tangli still lowered her eyes, unwilling to meet his gaze.

Fu Zechen stared at him and her, pinching his chin with rough and callused fingertips.

Tangli didn't speak, nor did she look at him.

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows with a cold expression on his face.

He stretched out his hand, touched her beautiful jaw with his thumb, raised it slightly, squinted his eyes and said in a low voice,

"I haven't seen you all night, are you dumb?"

Tangli lowered her eyes and said in a cold tone,

"No."

Fu Zechen smiled, his expression still cold, "Is that avoiding me?"

The long eyelashes like crow feathers moved, but Tangli denied, "No."

"Watch me talking." He lifted his finger bones upwards, his tone was cold.

Tangli raised her eyes, met his cold gaze, and was suddenly stabbed in the heart.

Fu Zechen caught the flash of emotion in her eyes,

"What are you sad about?"

He asked quickly.

Tangli looked into his eyes and remained silent again.

Thoughts rolled through my mind.

Fu Zechen's eyes darkened, and he pulled the corner of his lower lip, "Did you scare you yesterday?"

Tangli didn't speak.

Fu Zechen's hand relaxed a little bit, and he rubbed her chin with his fingertips, but he didn't intend to let her go, he just said lightly,

"Do you think little uncle is forcing you?"

Tangli was slightly taken aback, but now smelling the lady's salon fragrance in the carriage, she didn't care what Fu Zechen meant by this.

Fu Zechen looked at her, feeling dryness in his heart, mixed with some strange emotions, but there was nothing to show on his face, the expression on his stern and handsome face remained the same as before, his tone was indifferent,

"That's right,"

He paused, his expression relaxed, and he said casually, "I'm really trying to separate you and Fu Qingyang."

Tangli froze, her eyes met his.

What is he saying?

Fu Zechen looked leisurely, still holding her chin with his hand, looking at her with dark eyes, his tone was meaningless but clear,

"Within two days, break up with Fu Qingyang."

He looked at her, raised the corners of his lips slightly, and pressed her dark eyes, as if he was talking about a very ordinary and insignificant thing,

"I said I'm more suitable for you than him."

"If you really can't separate, I don't mind doing it myself."

Tangli's heart was suddenly grabbed, and Wu Run's eyes met his, not understanding what he meant for a while.

Fu Zechen saw the bewilderment in her eyes, smiled, touched her chin with his knuckles, and let go.

"Click—" the door opened with a sound.

He turned around and touched the black prayer beads on his wrist with his palm. His side face was sharp and smooth, his voice was neither salty nor weak, and he was full of patience.

"But Tangli, my patience is limited, don't make me wait too long."