pampered roses

Tangli: "..."

He put his fingers against her delicate and beautiful chin, stared at her with dark eyes, and said solemnly, "What should I do, I can't bear it."

Tangli blushed slightly, and slapped his hands away, "Don't make trouble..."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows and stared at her with lowered eyes, "Who made trouble?"

Tangli put down the bowl, looked at him seriously, put her arms around his neck, looked at him with dark eyes, "Are you really a male vixen?"

Fu Zechen smiled, picked him up and put him on his lap,

"Didn't you find out all about it?"

Tangli hugged his neck, looked down at him, and poked his cheek with her hand,

"Do you vixens all look so good-looking?"

Fu Zechen held her palm, shook his head, serious, "No, I'm the prettiest."

Tangli let out an ah, and sighed cooperatively, "Then I'm lucky, and I picked the best-looking one to be my husband."

Fu Zechen looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he raised his head to kiss her.

Tangli turned her head to avoid his kiss, frowned and said seriously,

"You dare to make trouble during the day."

Fu Zechen grabbed her hand, kissed her fingers, fixed his eyes on her, and said in a serious tone, "Who can control you shaking in front of me."

Tangli looked at him and was burned by his gaze. Certain images from last night resurfaced in her mind.

Fu Zechen kissed her chin, and said while kissing, "Going back to school later?"

Tangli avoided his kiss, blushed and said, "Well... I have an appointment with the teacher..."

She got up and pushed him away, and ran back to her place.

Fu Zechen was pushed onto the back of the chair, leaned against the back of the chair, looked at the person who ran to the opposite seat far away from him, and sighed.

"It seems that I haven't cultivated enough." He looked calm and serious, "Isn't the male vixen in the book the most attractive mistress who can't get out of the house?"

Tangli: "..."

Tangli blushed, ignored him, didn't look at him, and concentrated on eating.

Fu Zechen laughed and didn't bother her anymore, got up and went upstairs to change clothes, and said calmly, "I'll take you back to school after eating."

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Tangli went upstairs to change after eating.

Fu Zechen's cheongsam had already been torn into pieces last night, and so was the clothes inside.

She remembered that when she left last time, all the clothes were collected clean, and she didn't leave any clothes here at all.

Tangli opened the door of the room and went downstairs to find Fu Zechen.

Fu Zechen had already changed his clothes and was sitting on the sofa looking down at his phone with a focused look.

"Fu Zechen."

Tangli called his name.

After last night, for some reason, it seemed that even calling him by his full name felt inexplicably shy.

Fu Zechen raised his eyes to look at her, and slightly raised his eyebrows, "Why?"

Tangli pursed her lower lip and pointed to her clothes, "I have no clothes to wear."

Fu Zechen's eyes fell on her, he said oh, put down his phone, and said calmly, "Then don't go out."

Tangli glared at him, "I'm serious."

Fu Zechen's expression remained unchanged, he got up and walked towards her, and hugged her, "I'm serious too."

He stared at her, clasped her slender waist with his big palm, and said in a hoarse voice, "Stay with me, you don't need to wear clothes."

Tangli blushed, covered his mouth, and said angrily, "Damn it."

Fu Zechen took her hand away, asked and kissed her, "Is it too late to know now?"

Tangli hugged his neck, looking serious, "I made an appointment with the counselor, I have to go back to school to get a vacation certificate later, and I have to go to Director Zhang's crew tomorrow."

Fu Zechen carried her upstairs, frowning slightly, "I'll run after I'm asleep?"

Tangli couldn't help laughing, "That's right."

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes, carried her to the room, pressed her against the closet behind him, bowed his head and kissed her,

"Scum girl."

Tangli was short of breath, and raised her head to kiss the tip of his nose, "You're the only scum."

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, his dark eyes fixed on her, "What should I do, I don't want to let you go."

Tangli looked up at him, leaning her back against the closet behind her, breathing slightly, "Then what do you want to do?"

Her voice was soft and hoarse, and she looked at him with burning black eyes.

Fu Zechen raised his head and kissed her quickly, ripped off her shirt with his slender fingers, pressed his fingertips against her skin with scalding temperature, pressed the bridge of his nose against her, and looked at her closely,

"I want to blow it up and lock you up here."

His black eyes were deep, and he looked at her for a moment, and spoke a word in a low and eager voice.

Tangli blushed, her heart was scalding, her breathing was tight, she raised her hand and pushed him away,

"Why... so..." She pursed her lips, unable to say the rest.

Fu Zechen stared at her, pinched her chin with his firm and slender fingers, locked his eyes on her, and bit her lip, "What is this?"

Tangli breathed slightly, met his gaze, pursed her lips and said,

"shameless."

Fu Zechen laughed softly, picked her up, and pushed open the wardrobe door behind her.

There are rows of cheongsams of various styles and colors in the closet.

Tangli was slightly taken aback, "When did you buy it?"

Fu Zechen's breath pressed against her ear, his tone was loose and unruly,

"I bought it the first time I saw you wearing it."

Tangli turned her head to look at him, her expression slightly startled, "Really?" He has never been serious, and it seems that she has never heard any truth from him.

The first time he remembered seeing her wearing a cheongsam was probably the time when she saw him in the box as Fu Qingyang's girlfriend.

How could it be that...

Fu Zechen's expression was indifferent, and the expression on his face couldn't tell the real from the fake. He just hugged her and moved forward, raising his hand to slide among the rows of cheongsams, his tone was loose,

"fake."

Tangli raised her hand and hit him lightly.

Fu Zechen didn't hide, paused his fingers, stopped on a black cheongsam, took out the cheongsam, and gesticulated on Tangli.

Tangli was stunned, looking at the dark blue cheongsam in his hand, remembering the first time she and Fu Qingyang saw him in the clubhouse, she seemed to be wearing this color.

And the style seems to be the same...

Her heart beat, her chest thumped violently, and a thought popped out of her mind uncontrollably.

But how is it possible... how is it possible...

"Fu Zechen..."

Fu Zechen hummed, hugged her from behind, his tone was very calm,

"Did you wear this cheongsam that day?"

Tangli bit her lip, her heart beating like a drum, "Yeah."

"Did you wait for Fu Qingyang for a long time in front of the small flower bed at the entrance of the club?"

Tangli's breathing was tight, "Yes."

"You were holding a transparent umbrella."

Tangli couldn't hear her voice, "Yeah."

Fu Zechen embraced her body with both arms, his eyes fell on the whole wardrobe of cheongsams in front of him, and he continued to speak indifferently,

"Mrs. Fu, let me tell you a secret."

Tangli's breathing was heavy, her heart was beating wildly, "Yes."

Fu Zechen held her waist, turned her around, looked down at her eyes, and said word by word,

"From the first time I saw you, I was thinking,

When will I make you wear all the cheongsams in the entire wardrobe, and then tear them off one by one. "