pampered roses

In Tangli's memory, Xu Qiu didn't like to laugh very much, and didn't like her very much, especially in private.

She always has a straight face and is always serious.

It seems that nothing she can do can make her happy, and she never has any intimate behavior towards herself like other mothers.

Mother and daughter are like strangers.

But Xu Qiu is not bad to her. She will take good care of Tangli when she is sick, and leave after her fever subsides. She will also carefully prepare every birthday for Tangli, remember all her preferences, remember her Allergic to seafood.

For a long time, Tangli didn't know why her mother treated her like this.

Until Tang Ruonian died, she went completely crazy after accusing herself of destroying herself.

Only then did she realize that Xu Qiu had never loved her, and could even be said to hate her to the bone. All the good things she had done to her were only because she loved Tang Ruonian deeply.

So after Tang Ruonian passed away because of her, she would completely collapse.

Mrs. Zhou led Tangli to the uppermost attic. The door of the attic was closed with iron windows, with only a small gap exposed. There was the faint sound of iron chains hitting and a woman calling softly.

Aunt Zhou opened the door with a key, and a strange smell came.

"The old lady invites someone in to clean it up once a week, and it's not time yet this week." Mrs. Zhou said a little embarrassedly.

Tangli looked at the crazy woman sitting on the bed in the house, with her hands tied up with iron chains,

"Well, Mrs. Zhou, you go down first."

Mrs. Zhou handed her the key and turned to leave.

Tangli carries the flowers into the house.

Xu Qiu was dressed in white, with disheveled hair, the expression on his face was not clear, he was just muttering something.

Tangli walked up to her, bent down and squatted down in front of her, and stretched out her hand to brush the hair on her forehead.

Xu Qiu's eyes were cloudy, and he looked up at her, as if trying to identify who she was.

Tangli looked at her calmly,

"Do you recognize me?"

Xu Qiu shook his head, and the iron chain between his wrists was rattling.

Tang Li squatted in front of her, "Do you still remember Tang Ruonian?"

Xu Qiu's eyes gradually came back to life, as if she remembered something, "Senior Tang... Senior Tang..." A little blush appeared on her face, revealing a girlish and shy look.

Tang Li remembered that Xu Qiu and Tang Ruonian were college classmates, and they met again five years after graduation. Not long after the reunion, Xu Qiu became "pregnant". pear.

Tang Li brushed her messy hair away, and hummed, "Yes, it's Senior Tang, but what about me, look, do you remember who I am?"

Xu Qiu looked at her in confusion, his eyes fell on her face, and the expression in his eyes gradually became strange.

Tangli's breathing was tight and she stared at her.

The chain suddenly rattled violently, making a rattling sound. Xu Qiu stared at her, his emotions gradually becoming agitated, with a look of resentment and hatred in his eyes, and he almost screamed out a name.

Tangli's expression changed suddenly, and the platycodon flower in her hand fell to the ground.

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It was almost six o'clock in the afternoon when Tangli left the Tang's old house.

It was getting dark outside.

She randomly stopped a car on the side of the road and reported the address to go back to school.

When he arrived at the dormitory, Fu Zechen's car was already downstairs.

Tangli stood there in a daze, staring at Fu Zechen's car for a while, then walked to the window.

She raised her hand and knocked on the car window, and the window rolled down quickly. Fu Zechen looked at her with raised eyebrows, raised his wrist to check the time, and was about to speak.

Tangli took a step forward, approached the car window slightly, and smiled,

"Sir, are you free tonight?"

Fu Zechen's expression was slightly raised, and he turned his head to look at her, "I'm free."

Tangli smiled, "Then you want to invite me?"

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows slightly, with a calm expression, he refused solemnly, "I am married."

Tangli looked at him, burst out laughing, opened the passenger door and bent down to get in.

Fu Zechen put one hand on the steering wheel, looked sideways at her,

"It's not yet eight o'clock."

Tangli lowered her head to fasten her seat belt and nodded, "I know," she turned her head to look at him with a serious expression, "Why don't you go early?"

Fu Zechen's eyes were slightly dark, understanding the hidden meaning in her words, he narrowed his black eyes, and looked at her deeply,

"can."

Tangli's breathing tightened slightly, she looked straight ahead, and said softly, "Then, let's go."

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, hummed, and started the vehicle.

The car drove very fast, all the way to the villa where Fu Zechen lived.

It took less than half of what was supposed to be an hour's journey.

The car stopped in the garage, Tangli lowered her head and unbuttoned her seat belt, just as she opened the door, Fu Zechen immediately hugged her down.

Her heart was beating fast, and she hugged his neck with both hands. Fu Zechen raised his head and kissed her, and carried her into the house while kissing.

When he entered the door, his bow tie was ripped into a mess, and Tang Li took off his coat.

The shoes at the entrance were kicked away casually, and Tangli hit the shoe cabinet behind her with her back, feeling like her heart was about to jump out of her chest.

Fu Zechen clasped her waist, separated slightly, stared at her deeply,

"Does it hurt?"

Tangli shook her head, her cheeks were very red, the bone hairpin on her head had fallen off for some reason, and her jet-black hair was scattered behind her.

Fu Zechen stared at her, clamped her chin with one hand, bit her lip, and tore open the neckline of her cheongsam with the other.

Tangli also lowered her head to unbutton his shirt.

The light in the living room was turned on, and Fu Zechen walked upstairs while hugging and kissing.

Tangli's breathing was a little short, and almost all her senses were focused on her heart, beating violently, her cheeks were burning hot, and all her tactile sensations were infinitely magnified.

Fu Zechen supported her lower back, raised his leg and kicked open the door of the room.

Tangli's mind was dizzy and blank after being kissed, and she was buried under the soft blanket.

Fu Zechen cupped the back of her neck, while kissing her, he picked her up and put her on his lap.

The side of the cheongsam was torn, Tangli sat on his lap, bowed her head to kiss him, her black hair fell between the two of them.

The ambiguous atmosphere continued to expand, Fu Zechen took a deep breath, bit her lip, and separated them slightly, staring at her with black eyes,

"Do you want to eat first?"

Tangli's cheeks were very red, she shook her head, then lowered her head and kissed her back, "Don't..."

"Are you sure?" Fu Zechen's eyes dimmed a few degrees, and the force of his big palm clasping her waist became more intense. His long fingers fell into her senses with scalding heat, and his voice was low and hoarse, "Wait a minute No matter how much you tell me, I won't stop."

Tangli lowered her head, her nose was pressed against him, her heart beating like a drum.

She looked at him, took away the fingers he was holding on her chin, bit his fingertips with her pink lips, and said,

"You don't care."