pampered roses

inside the car,

Sitting in the back, Tangli quickly said to the driver, "Let's drive, we're going back."

It's just that before the driver started the car, Fu Zechen opened the car door, stepped forward with his long legs, and sat next to Tangli.

The driver raised the baffle tactfully, and there were only the two of them in the already narrow compartment.

Fu Zechen propped his forehead with one hand, and rested the other on his leg. Black Buddhist beads were wrapped around his cold white wrist bones. His knuckle fingers tapped his knees every day, and his dark eyes fixed on Tangli. , without saying a word.

Tangli was restless, feeling uncomfortable in the face of Fu Zechen for a long time. Looking down, her curled eyelashes cast a shadow under her eyes. She trembled, holding the edge of the cheongsam with both hands silent.

"Tangli."

Fu Zechen spoke lightly, with an unclear tone: "Are you sure you want to keep doing this?"

"what?"

Tangli raised her eyes, looked at Fu Zechen, met Fu Zechen's eyes, then immediately looked away, and said lightly, "I said everything, but I didn't say anything."

Fu Zechen hummed, and the next second, before Tangli could react, he pinched her waist and hugged her lap.

Tangli's pupils shrank slightly, and she subconsciously hugged Fu Zechen's neck. Her slender waist was imprisoned by big palms, her slender neck was clasped, and the cold sandalwood around her was wrapped around her. Tangli's body suddenly tensed. Tightly, with fingers curled up, he grasped the cloth on Fu Zechen's shoulders in his hands.

"Speak or not?"

Tangli was silent, Fu Zechen squinted his eyes, clasped the back of her neck firmly, and leaned over to kiss her.

Tangli let out a soft cry, all words were blocked back, the atmosphere in the carriage heated up, Tangli's eyes were a little foggy, and she looked at Fu Zechen in a daze.

In the end, a pain came from Tangli's lips, Tangli frowned, and Fu Zechen opened the distance between the two of them.

Tangli covered her mouth and leaned back, watching Fu Zechen said, "You bite me!"

Fu Zechen clasped her small and delicate chin, and said in a casual tone, "If you don't say it, I'll put the baffle down."

"no!"

Tangli immediately refused, met Fu Zechen's cold gaze, coughed twice, and finally spoke.

"Do you still remember the two years when you returned to Qingcheng Temple?"

Fu Zechen frowned and nodded: "What's wrong?"

"During the time you were in Qingcheng Temple, every Friday night, there would always be a lot of delicious food at the door of your meditation room."

After Tangli finished speaking, she avoided Fu Zechen's gaze and buried her head in his arms.

Fu Zechen's pupils constricted, his face was stunned, and he looked at Tangli's hair twirling: "It's you?"

Tangli moved her head and let out a muffled hum.

Fu Zechen's hand holding Tangli was tight, and he was in shock for a long time and couldn't recover.

He stayed in Qingcheng Temple for two years. At that time, he had a rebellious personality. In order to sharpen his temper, Mrs. Fu sent him to the temple, which was called self-cultivation.

The food in the temple is uniformly regulated and tends to be light. Fu Zechen was not used to eating at the beginning and often skipped food, but he was very hungry every day.

Then one Friday, when he wanted to go out to find something to eat, he accidentally saw a lot of snacks at the door of the meditation room.

Candy Cake Potato Chip Nutty Yogurt Cookies…

Fu Zechen thought he had taken it wrong at the time, but every Friday night after that, there would be a lot of snacks at the door, and occasionally some novel gadgets would be interspersed.

After a long time, Fu Zechen stopped being entangled, and thought it was interesting who worshiped him as a Bodhisattva.

He also tried to find out who gave him snacks, but this person was quite vigilant. He squatted for several weeks without success, and then gave up.

In short, the other party didn't have any malicious intentions, and Fu Zechen didn't bother.

Fu Zechen looked at Tangli, he really never thought that that person was Tangli.

Lying in Fu Zechen's arms, Tangli calmed down and looked up at Fu Zechen.

She restrained her expression, the blush on her face gradually faded, and her expression gradually became serious.

Tangli looked at Fu Zechen, Wu Run's eyes were full of Fu Zechen's reflection.She held Fu Zechen's face in both hands, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Fu Zechen, I have been secretly in love with you for 13 years."

Fu Zechen froze all over and was stunned for a long time.

It was so long that Tangli wondered if Fu Zechen was stupid, then he opened his mouth. Looking at Tangli with complicated eyes, he said in a low voice, "I'm sorry, I don't know."

Before the words finished, Tangli covered his mouth.

Tangli shook her head: "Don't say I'm sorry, if it wasn't for today, I might never have told you about it."

She looked serious and said calmly: "Because the fact that I love you is only related to myself, so you don't need to say sorry."

Secret love is a person's chaos. The person who has a crush is not qualified to vent, not to be jealous, not to be able to do anything beyond the boundaries, and not to ask the person who is crushed to do what he needs to do.

Tangli never thought of telling Fu Zechen her 13-year crush.Even after they were together, Tangli would definitely, Fu Zechen shouldn't feel sorry for the past.

Because it was all voluntary by Tangli, and her heartbeat when she was young was enough to support her through countless cold winters in the later years.

Fu Zechen was silent for a long time, and in the end he could only tighten his arms and hold Tangli's mouth firmly in his arms.

When the two of them arrived home at night, only one desk lamp was lit in the room, and the moonlight was shining brightly on the window sill. Tangli leaned against Fu Zechen's chest, closed her eyes and did not speak.

Tangli's breathing was unsteady, Fu Zechen knew she was not asleep.

He looked down at Tangli's face, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

His bony fingers shone brightly under the halo. He gently lifted a lock of Tangli's hair, wrapped it around his fingertips and played with it. His dark eyes were heavy, and he was still thinking about Tangli's crush on him. thing.

After a long time, Fu Zechen finally said, "Baby, you have been secretly in love with me for 13 years, so you didn't like me when you were seven years old?"

Tangli didn't speak, she shrank under the quilt.

"You've been following me since you were young."

Tangli's cheeks flushed, and she pulled up the quilt a little more.

"If I saw you at that time, I would definitely like you, but you are too young."

Fu Zechen frowned, feeling that he probably wouldn't agree at that time, after all Tangli was too young.

"You were too young at that time, and I couldn't do it, but you were very cute when you were young, and I will definitely like it."

Tangli's eyelashes trembled, resisting the urge to open her eyes.

Fu Zechen kept asking, "Why do you like me?"

"Tangli? Baby? Mrs. Fu?"

Tangli opened her eyes, she couldn't bear it anymore, she didn't need to bear it any longer.

2 minute later.

The all-powerful Fu Jiuyun, the jade-faced Buddha son feared by everyone in the business circle, stood at the closed door of the bedroom, and rarely began to doubt life.

My daughter-in-law really had a crush on me for 13 years?

Then why did you throw yourself out of the room at night?