pampered roses

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, he bent down and kissed her cheek, his voice was hoarse,

"Are you free for the last few days?"

Tangli looked up at him, nodded,

"Well, but I have to join the team next week."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, put one hand around her waist and pulled her closer,

"next week?"

His expression was slightly raised, and there was a bit of a smile at the end of his narrow and deep eyes, which made the already charming peach blossom eyes sparkle extremely,

"Seven, days, seven, nights as mentioned last time."

His tone is very light, but the ending is very long, deliberately grinding Tangli,

"Does it count?"

Tangli looked at him, Wurun's eyes blinked, "Seven days and six nights." She smiled, with a bit of tenderness in her eyes, "Last night is over."

Fu Zechen's Adam's apple rolled down, staring at her, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, and he immediately picked her up.

Tangli wrapped her arms around his neck, and was carried by him to the front dining table.

The dining table was already filled with a lot of food, as well as the newly picked roses that Fu Zechen had just brought back from the outside yard.

Tangli was put down on the chair by him, and Fu Zechen pushed the food over.

His eyes are deep, and the Adam's apple under the collar of the white shirt is protruding and sharp, with the sex appeal and charm of a mature man.

"eat first."

"hurry up."

Tangli blushed slightly at what he said, she lowered her head and picked up a tomato from the dinner plate and stuffed it into his mouth, telling him to shut up.

Fu Zechen wasn't annoyed by the tomato stuffed in his mouth, he just raised his eyebrows and smiled at her, before he lowered his head and cut the steak.

The two filled their stomachs, and Fu Zechen went upstairs with Tangli in his arms.

To be honest, Tangli was a little uncomfortable with the days when her legs were not touching the ground. She got down, but was stopped by Fu Zechen.

"I can walk..."

Tangli blushed a little, and buried herself in his chest, staring at him with a pair of black eyes in embarrassment, "You are so strange..."

Fu Zechen didn't hug her like a princess, but hugged her face to face. His expression was indifferent, but he didn't feel anything. He just pushed her forward a little bit,

"Didn't you still like it yesterday?"

He stared at her with dark eyes, with a bad expression, deliberately teasing her.

Tangli pursed her lower lip, and patted him with her arms around his neck, "Fu Zechen..."

Her tone was soft and unintimidating.

Fu Zechen stared at her for a moment, his Adam's apple rolled down,

"Tangli, if you call me by my name like that, I will really want to fuck you right away."

He stared at her with black eyes, his expression was serious, and he didn't look like he was joking at all.

Tangli also knew that he was serious, so she blushed a little, and looked out of the transparent glass window at the stairs. At this time, the sun was shining brightly outside, and even if there was no light in the room, it was still very bright.

She blushed slightly, bit her lower lip and said,

"It's still daytime."

Fu Zechen's eyes fell on her face for a moment, and his eyes didn't move, "Well, I know."

Tangli didn't speak, the hand on his shoulder could feel the scorching temperature of his skin transmitted through the thin fabric of the shirt, the temperature she had felt without reservation...

Fu Zechen looked at her, smiled, didn't speak, didn't move her, just continued to stride towards the third floor with her in his arms.

Tangli was stunned for a moment. She has been to Yunjin Villa several times, but she has never been to the third floor, because she always feels that there are many secrets hidden here, and she can't tell them, just like the painting just now...

Fu Zechen didn't notice Tangli's mood change, he just hugged her and pushed open the door of a room.

The black door was pushed open from the outside, and the smell of paint came over the face.

Tangli was slightly taken aback, only to realize that this was a studio.

The studio is very large, with huge floor-to-ceiling windows facing you, facing the Soviet-style garden scene below the villa.

There are many paintings piled up in the room, and there are several completed oil paintings on the floor.

Tangli was stunned for a moment, then looked down at Fu Zechen, "Is this your studio?"

Fu Zechen didn't speak, he carried her to sit on the high platform by the French window, got up and walked to the wall in front of the studio.

There was a huge covered oil painting portrait under the wall, and Fu Zechen stretched out his hand to lift the canvas.

The oil painting was exposed, and the drizzle was slight. A woman with long black hair in a black cheongsam stood in the rain with an umbrella.

It was Tangli's appearance when they first met.

Tangli was slightly stunned, looking at the portrait in a daze, "Is this me?"

Standing under the oil painting, Fu Zechen turned his eyes to look at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, "I don't look like the painting?"

Tangli shook her head, stared at herself in the portrait, blinked her eyes,

"Am I this pretty?"

Fu Zechen looked at her with a slightly condensed expression, and walked towards her,

"You are little Luoshen."

Tangli looked down at him, put her hands on his shoulders, and wrapped her slender arms like white lotus roots around him. She stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled,

"Fu Zechen, you love me so much."

Fu Zechen was stunned for two seconds, looked up at her, clicked his tongue, and stretched out his hand to scrape the bridge of her nose, "You know?"

Tangli smiled, bent down and kissed him.

Fu Zechen supported the window sill with one hand, and wrapped her slender waist with the other, and the two kissed for a long time.

The sunlight outside the window shattered the room, reflecting the oil paintings all over the floor.

Fu Zechen let go of his hands and came down from the high platform with Tangli in his arms.

Tangli's cheeks were slightly flushed due to lack of oxygen, and her breathing was still a little unsteady.

Fu Zechen led her to the oil painting,

Tangli looked closely at herself on the oil painting, she reached out to touch it, the ink was already dry, and there was no trace of touching it.

Tangli bent down, touched the paint tray on the ground, turned her eyes to Fu Zechen,

"Can you draw a picture for me to see?"

Her eyes didn't blink, "It's painted on me." (The paint here is non-toxic and edible)

Fu Zechen's eyes were slightly dark, his eyes fell on her face, his Adam's apple rolled down,

"you sure?"

Tangli fixed her eyes on him, picked up the paintbrush and handed it to him. The light green camisole only covered her body, and her slender waist and fair and delicate collarbone were clearly visible.

Tangli had clear eyes and stood under the easel like that. Her long black hair was simply tied up, her face was clear and fair without makeup, and she looked like a plump and tender peach.

Fu Zechen looked at her, his Adam's apple rolled down, he picked up the paint tray and brushes on the ground,

His black eyes fell on Tangli,

"Once you start, you won't stop."

Tangli met his gaze, her eyes didn't move, she nodded,

"Ah."

Fu Zechen focused his eyes slightly, picked up the brush, and moved slightly.

The soft feather brushed across her collarbone, Tangli trembled uncontrollably, Fu Zechen focused his eyes on her, moved forward slightly, put her in front of the easel, and said in a hoarse voice,

"do not move."

(Adjust the schedule, today will be updated, and tomorrow will be updated earlier)