pampered roses

Fu Zechen's tone was very light and casual, but his eyes were not light at all, he just looked at Tangli coldly, without a hint of a smile on his handsome face.

Even Fu Qingyang who was next to him felt that the air pressure around his uncle's body suddenly dropped a lot, making him feel chilly.

He couldn't help but look up at Fu Zechen, then at Tangli, and tugged at her sleeve, thinking that Tangli had offended Fu Zechen.

Jiang Nanzhi actually smiled, raised her eyebrows and looked at Tangli,

"Where did this little girl come from? She looks so beautiful, Qingyang, your girlfriend?"

Jiang Nanzhi intentionally made a rescue and diverted the topic away.

Tangli lowered her head, felt the eyes on her body, and realized that the eyes of the woman in the red skirt in front of her were also looking at her.

Fu Qingyang smiled, "Sister Nan Zhi, when did you return to China?" He quietly rolled his eyes around Fu Zechen, gossiping, "As soon as you return to China, come here to eat with my uncle, shouldn't it be... ..."

"I'm talking to you, didn't you hear me?" Fu Zechen's cold voice sounded out, interrupting Fu Qingyang's easy teasing words.

Tangli felt his gaze pressing on her, and the corners of her lips tightened.

Jiang Nanzhi also sensed something was wrong, and looked at Fu Zechen to the side.

Fu Zechen's expression was very calm, and there was no unnecessary expression on his handsome face, but his black eyes fell on Tangli's body without blinking, without moving away at all.

Fu Qingyang didn't dare to make a sound.

The surroundings suddenly quieted down.

Tangli could only feel the dark gaze on her body, like a cold blade, forcing her to give in at all.

She clenched her palms a little, raised her head, looked back at Fu Zechen calmly, and said gently,

"Uncle."

Fu Zechen stared at her, his cold eyes finally softened, but his eyes still didn't understand, like a blunt knife grinding flesh, he smiled unhurriedly, and said slowly,

"I thought Miss Tang was deliberately alienating me after not seeing her for a few days."

What he said was extremely ambiguous, as if it clearly indicated that there was some unspeakable relationship between her and him.

Jiang Nanzhi's eyes moved, and his eyes fell on Tangli again, with a little more subtle scrutiny.

Fu Zechen still didn't think it was a big deal, he still stared at her with his black eyes.

Tangli was stunned for a moment, her heart skipped a beat, and she felt her cheeks burning hot when she met Fu Zechen's relentless gaze.

What does he mean?

In front of Fu Qingyang...

Tangli didn't dare to speculate on his thoughts, as if she didn't understand anything.

But fortunately, Fu Qingyang on one side is a rough-headed person, and he didn't hear anything wrong at all, so he just said,

"Did the little uncle and sister Nan Zhi also come here to eat? How about the four of us?"

Jiang Nanzhi smiled, "Okay."

Fu Zechen remained expressionless, still looking at Tangli with a casual expression, "Yes."

Tangli just felt that she was being framed by his gaze and couldn't move at all.

Fu Qingyang greeted the waiters in the restaurant, and quickly re-arranged the seats for the four of them.

Tangli and Fu Qingyang sat on one side, and Jiang Nanzhi and Fu Zechen were opposite.

"Is your name Tangli?" Jiang Nanzhi sat across from Tangli, and took the initiative to talk to her. She seemed to have a good personality, and she didn't have the airs of a young lady at all. She smiled, "My name is Jiang Nanzhi, from Beinan. Nan, the gardenia of gardenia belongs to Fu Zechen..."

She paused in her tone, purposely speaking only half of what she said, and looked at Fu Zechen beside her.

Fu Zechen had no expression on his face, and instead of answering her words, he only glanced at Tangli who was opposite.

Tangli pretended not to see Fu Zechen's gaze, smiled, and looked at Jiang Nanzhi,

"Tangli, Tangli fried in snow."

Jiang Nanzhi raised her eyebrows and propped her chin, "It sounds very good, it suits you very well. You look so beautiful in the cheongsam."

Tangli smiled slightly, but didn't appear very warm.

On one side, Fu Qingyang finished ordering and said carelessly,

"Sister Nan Zhi, didn't you say that you would not come back after going abroad? Why did you come back suddenly?"

Jiang Nanzhi brushed her hair, smiled, and meant something,

"Come back, of course, because there are people in the country who can't let go."

"Tsk tsk," Fu Qingyang seemed to know something, glanced at his uncle, winked, "Sister Nan Zhi, don't you think you still miss my uncle?"

Fu Zechen didn't speak at all, his palms were placed on the table, the black tea cup was clasped on his cold white slender finger bones, and the black Buddhist beads on his wrist bones were obvious.

Tangli lowered her head and held the teacup, she was silent, but her eyes fell uncontrollably on Fu Zechen's cold and white palm on the table.

For some reason, she saw at a glance that there seemed to be a tooth mark that was almost invisible on the tiger's mouth of Fu Zechen's right thumb.

Something flashed through my mind, but I didn't capture it.

Jiang Nanzhi smiled, and her voice sounded,

"It's useless for me to keep thinking about it alone. So-and-so, the Buddha is neither enlightened nor close to women."

Tangli's heart ached when she heard that, she put down the teacup in her hand, stood up, "I'm going to the bathroom."

After she finished speaking, she went straight to the bathroom without waiting for others to speak.

The location of the restroom in the restaurant is relatively biased.

Tangli quickly pushed open the bathroom door, turned on the faucet, cold water splashed down, she bent down, picked up the water and splashed it on her cheek.

A little conscious, she raised her head and looked at the person in the mirror.

Obviously, the relationship between Jiang Nanzhi and Fu Zechen was unusual, she was expressing her feelings to Fu Zechen both explicitly and secretly.

As for Fu Zechen's attitude... I don't know.

but……

Tangli moved her fingertips, and a sour feeling of jealousy welled up in her heart.

No matter what Fu Zechen thinks about Jiang Nanzhi, Jiang Nanzhi can express his love for Fu Zechen in such a nonchalant manner...

But she can't.

Even after Fu Zechen said that to her, and saw other women appearing beside him, Tangli found that she couldn't even express her anger and jealousy...

Because, there is no qualification.

"Crack-"

The bathroom door was suddenly pushed open.

Tangli was startled, regained consciousness, and looked up from the mirror.

"Uncle..."

Startled, she turned to look over.

Fu Zechen's expression was cold, he locked the bathroom door behind him, and looked at her with his black eyes.

The tie on his body was loosely pulled open, revealing a section of his sharp and delicate collarbone, giving him an imposing aura.

Tangli's heart skipped a beat, looking behind him, Cibai's fingers subconsciously clenched back the white sink.

Fu Zechen stood on the spot, stared at her for a few seconds, squinted his eyes, and walked towards her with long legs.

With a distance of three or two steps, he walked up to her at once, and firmly placed her between himself and the sink.

The breath of cold sandalwood is suppressed, and there is also an extremely clear and aggressive masculine breath.

"This is the women's bathroom." Tangli's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and she reminded her.

Fu Zechen lowered his gaze to her face, looked at her with lowered eyelids,

"so?"

Tangli was so overwhelmed by the inexplicable aggression around him that she didn't dare to speak, she lowered her head and looked down.

Fu Zechen directly reached out and clasped her chin, making her look up at him.

Tangli was forced to meet his eyes.

Fu Zechen leaned very close, his eyes leaked from his half-drowned pupils, the strong and cold breath in the dark pupils almost made Tangli unable to breathe.

He moved his fingers, touched her delicate white chin with his thumb, separated them slightly, squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice,

"Tangli, did I tell you that my patience is limited?"

After saying that, he leaned down directly, and clasped her chin with his thumb, making her open her mouth, and lowered her head to bite her lips.