pampered roses

Imperial capital, one o'clock in the morning.

It had just rained at night, and the ground was wet and covered with mist.

Tangli was wearing a black cheongsam with a very thin waist, and the proportion of her hips outlined by the cheongsam was eye-catching. Holding a transparent umbrella in her slender pale hands, she stood quietly in front of the small flower bed at the entrance of the Twilight Club.

The drizzle was hazy, and the beauty in the cheongsam stood with an umbrella, as beautiful as a splash-ink landscape painting.

The phone in the bag vibrated for a few minutes, Tangli lowered her eyes, and several messages popped up on it,

[Remember to come here in a cheongsam. 】

【Where are you?The agreed contract girlfriend, you won't let me go, will you? 】

[? ? ?What about you, my uncle is here!]

The last message was sent 1 minutes ago.

Tangli's eyelids twitched, she sent the location, and then replied, [I'm at the small flower bed, I can't enter the clubhouse. 】

Immediately replied over there, [Wait. 】

Five minutes later, Fu Qingyang in a wine red suit came over with a cold face.

"How long have you been here?" Fu Qingyang's expression was ugly, but his gaze still brightened a little when he saw Tangli.

Tangli had a calm expression, and replied truthfully, "According to our agreed time, I arrived 10 minutes earlier."

Fu Qingyang glanced at the ten yuan transparent umbrella in her hand, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, he grabbed her umbrella and threw it away, and pulled the person under his umbrella.

Tangli frowned, and slightly opened the distance between the two of them.

Fu Qingyang sneered, looked down at her, and said coldly,

"What are you pretending to be?"

An adopted daughter who was kicked out of the imperial capital by the Tang family, she really thought she was still the little Luoshen who danced around Beijing back then.

Tangli ignored him, her expression was still gentle and gentle, but she spoke,

"Mr. Fu, it's written in the contract that you can't touch me."

The girl's voice is soft and soft, like the densest spring rain in the thick rain in the south of the Yangtze River, which is unforgettable.

Fu Qingyang gritted his teeth, stared at the girl in front of him, and sarcastically said, "Tangli, you haven't returned to the imperial capital for how many years, and you think you are the eldest lady of the Tang family? There are countless women who like me, and I don't care about you? "

Tangli didn't answer, the rain fell on her black hair, her face was cold and beautiful.

Fu Qingyang cursed in a low voice, threw the umbrella to her, strode forward, dropped the words,

"Speak smarter in front of my uncle later!"

"Remember, your task tonight is to make my uncle fall in love with you!"

Tangli walked behind, pursed her lips, and said softly, yes.

……

Walking all the way through the promenade of the Relief Gallery, we stopped at the door of an antique box.

Fu Qingyang stood at the door and straightened his clothes, looked at Tangli awkwardly, frowned, and said, "My uncle is very cold-tempered and not easy to get along with, so don't talk nonsense later."

Tangli nodded with a woven bag in her hand, "Yes, I know."

Fu Qingyang took a deep breath, with a smile on his face, he pushed open the door, "Uncle, I..."

The door of the box opened, and there were a few men sitting in twos and threes inside, looking towards Fu Qingyang with a smile on their faces.

"Master Jiu hasn't arrived yet."

Fu Qingyang breathed a sigh of relief, pulled out a chair, and motioned for Tangli to sit beside her.

The people at the table were all from the circle, squinting at Tangli, and jokingly said, "Qing Yang, is this the girlfriend you're looking for? She's pretty pretty."

Someone chuckled,

"Don't say it, it looks familiar, I seem to have seen it somewhere."

"Is it from our circle?"

Tangli sat quietly by the side without saying a word.

Fu Qingyang poured a glass of wine, and said to the talkative human beside him, "Get out, don't make fun of me."

There was a knock at the door behind,

Suddenly there was a moment of silence,

"Jiuye." A respectful voice came from outside the door.

In an instant, the originally noisy box also fell silent.

Tangli froze for a moment, clenched her fair fingers under the table, her heart beat hard.

The box was silent, only the crystal chandelier above the head fell down with a cold light, and the sound of leather boots stepping on the carpet.

The man sat down at the main seat, with his arms casually resting on the table. The wrist bones lined with black sandalwood beads on the cold white wrist bones were sharp and sharp, and above them were the sharp protruding Adam's apple and the sharp and distinct jawline.

"Ninth Master."

"Ninth Master."

The people at the table spoke respectfully.

The man was dressed in a black shirt, with a cold and tired expression, sharp and distinct browbones, narrow and sharp eyes, dark pupils, and a bit of careless desire in his eyes.

The whole person feels both abstinence and indulgence.

Tangli clenched her palms tightly and looked away from the man's face.

Fu Qingyang, who was sitting next to her, winked at her and pulled her to the main seat.

"Uncle." Fu Qingyang had a rare serious expression and was a little scared, and whispered flatteringly, "This is my girlfriend, Tangli."

Tangli stood aside, her heart beating steadily, she looked at the man in front of her with clear eyes, she bent her eyes, and said softly, "Little uncle."

Under the light, the man was playing with a tea set in his hand, and the black cuffs reflected the cold light, which was a bit dazzling.

Hearing the sound, he raised his eyes, and his eyes fell on the girl in front of him who was wearing a dark blue cheongsam with black and wet hair.

He had a calm expression on his face, and after his eyes settled for a few seconds, his eyes flicked over Tangli's body inch by inch, his cold and sharp eyebrows seemed to be lightly raised, and his long fingers with well-articulated knuckles tapped the table, casually said,

"Take off the cheongsam."