pampered roses

The strong smell of blood instantly diffused between the lips and tongue.

Tangli felt her lips tingle, and couldn't help but open her eyes wide to look at the person in front of her.

Fu Zechen also didn't close his eyes, just looked at her quietly with a pair of dark and deep eyes, pinched her chin with his fingers, and pressed her over with the breath of cold sandalwood.

A kiss that wasn't really a kiss lasted less than ten seconds.

But Tangli clearly felt that her lower lip had been bitten off.

Almost as soon as Fu Zechen let go of his hand, Tangli immediately pushed him away violently.

"You..." Tangli covered her mouth, her Wurun eyes stared at the man in front of her, and her usually gentle face was also tinged with anger.

Fu Zechen's lips were still stained with bright red blood, which was Tangli's blood.

There was no expression on his face, he raised his eyelids, and glanced at her lightly, "It hurts?"

Tangli didn't speak, she looked at her with burning black eyes, she only covered her lips with the back of her hand, and supported the sink behind her with the other hand.

The faucet was not turned off tightly, and there was still the sound of dripping water.

After a few seconds of silence, Fu Zechen took a step forward, grabbed her wrist, and reached out to take Kai Tangli's hand.

The pink lips were already a little red and swollen, and the marks of being kissed and bitten were very obvious.

Fu Zechen narrowed his eyes, stared at her lips for a while, pressed his thumb up, and wiped away the blood under the lips with callused fingertips.

Tangli looked at him steadfastly, the edges of the cheongsam were wrinkled by his sharply tailored suit pants.

"Haven't you broken up with him yet?" Fu Zechen looked into her eyes and said lightly.

Tangli subconsciously wanted to purse her lips, but his fingertips were still pressing on her lips, and the bead of her upper lip accidentally touched his fingertips.

Her cheeks were slightly hot, and Tangli subconsciously wanted to turn her head away.

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, and locked his index finger knuckles on her chin, "Just answer like this."

The pinnae of Tangli's ears were slightly red, and she was pressed by him in the middle of the sink and could not move. The two of them were very close, and the cold sandalwood on his body seemed to float to the tip of her nose, making her mind a little confused and unable to answer. .

"It has nothing to do with my little uncle." She purposely looked to one side, not wanting to meet Fu Zechen's eyes.

Fu Zechen squinted his eyes, and the tails of his long and narrow eyes showed a sharp edge.

"Why doesn't it have anything to do with me?"

His tone was flat, as if he was talking about an irrelevant topic, "If you don't break up with him, how can I get into position?"

Tangli's ears buzzed and her eyes met him.

Fu Zechen's black eyes accurately caught her gaze, and he slightly raised his eyebrows, "You don't really want me to be your mistress, do you?"

Tangli's ears felt hot, she subconsciously frowned, "I don't."

"Oh," Fu Zechen nodded, smiled in satisfaction, and stroked her lips, "How long do I have to wait?"

Tangli didn't understand, she looked up at him,

"are you serious?"

Fu Zechen looked at her unchanged, "Do I seem to be joking?"

Tangli stopped talking.

If he was serious, why would he be with Jiang Nanzhi the day after he finished talking to her, and now he is taking her to dinner...

Fu Zechen sensed something, lifted her chin, looked into her eyes, "Because of Jiang Nanzhi?"

Tangli clenched her palms, "I didn't say anything." Her voice was muffled, obviously she was angry.

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, the cold air around him dissipated, and he spoke in a flat tone,

"She was wishful thinking, and I didn't agree."

Tangli looked at him and frowned, "You..." This was a bit too harsh, if he refused completely, why would Jiang Nanzhi continue to pester him, and they even had dinner together.

Fu Zechen was noncommittal, his eyes fixed on her with lowered eyes, as if he knew what she was thinking,

"She returned to the country yesterday and went to the police station, and I came forward to find people. The Jiang family has business contacts with the Fu family, and today we are discussing business."

Tangli let go of the sour feeling in her heart, and said nonchalantly, "Oh."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows slightly, leaned forward again, looked at her very closely, played with her red earlobe with his fingers, and said calmly,

"What about you, my nephew, why don't you explain?"

The warm breath sprayed on the ear, and the soft flesh on the earlobe was pinched by him gently.

Tangli couldn't help but want to shrink back, but she was held tightly by Fu Zechen and couldn't move at all. She closed her eyes,

"...we've broken up..."

Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows, finally smiled a little, and moved a little distance away from the close body.

He let go of his hand, and the overwhelming aggressive aura dissipated in an instant.

Tangli also finally breathed a sigh of relief, leaning her back against the cold sink, a thin layer of sweat had already formed on her back before she knew it.

Fu Zechen looked at her reaction and laughed a little, "Tangli, you look very guilty."

Tangli looked up at him, her heart was still beating fast, but her face was sullen, "I have nothing to be guilty of."

Fu Zechen raised his eyelids, looked at her casually, and said indifferently, "What do you think?"

Tangli's heart was tightly clenched, but her face was still calm, she stood up and moved forward,

"I can not understand what you say."

After she finished speaking, she got up and went out.

The moment Fu Zechen passed by her, he reached out and grabbed her wrist, pulled her closer, turned his head, and leaned against her ear, his voice was faint,

"I'm going to Paris on a business trip tomorrow, and I'll be back in a week. You still have a week to clean up all your relations with Fu Qingyang."

He paused, looking straight into her eyes,

"I'll wait for your answer in a week."

After speaking, he let go of his hand, turned around, opened the bathroom first and left.

Tangli looked at his back, reached out to touch her red and swollen lips, her eyes were dim.

-

"Sister Nan Zhi, you must take down my uncle when you come back this time, right?"

Fu Qingyang was still talking to Jiang Nanzhi, completely oblivious to the fact that Fu Zechen and Tangli left at the same time.

Jiang Nanzhi's face was flat, her eyes looked behind her from time to time, she looked a little absent-minded, she just smiled lightly,

"I don't have that ability. Someone like your uncle is not a mortal who can take him down."

Fu Qingyang chuckled, and was just about to speak when he saw Fu Zechen walking slowly towards him behind him.

"Uncle."

Fu Zechen looked calm, pulled out the chair and sat down.

Jiang Nanzhi looked over calmly, and said casually, "Ninth brother, you are too slow, we are almost finished eating."

Fu Zechen's expression was indifferent, and there was no emotion on his face, "Leave after eating."

He didn't pick up on it at all, Jiang Nanzhi stopped talking, and didn't bother himself anymore, and stopped talking.

"Hey, why hasn't Tangli come back yet?" Fu Qingyang frowned.

Fu Zechen remained motionless, lowering his head and slowly cutting the steak, as if he had never heard of it.

Jiang Nanzhi raised her eyes and glanced at Fu Zechen secretly, noticing that there was a light red mark on the edge of his thin lips, not quite like lipstick, but like blood.

Fu Qingyang also noticed that, thinking that Fu Zechen was accidentally injured, he said loudly,

"Uncle, why is your mouth bleeding? How did you do it?"

Hearing the sound, Fu Zechen twitched his eyebrows lightly, reached out and touched the blood on his lips, wiped it with his fingertips, and the blood disappeared.

"It's not mine." His tone was light, without any extra emotion.

Jiang Nanzhi clenched her palms slightly, and her heart was already filled with turbulent waves.

Fu Qingyang was still stupid, frowned and said, "It's not yours, so why is there blood at the corner of your mouth?"

Fu Zechen looked up at his little nephew with calm black eyes, and said in a flat tone,

"Accidentally touched it."

Fu Qingyang didn't understand, "Oh, then be careful. Grandma will definitely be worried if you get hurt."

Fu Zechen looked indifferent, lowered his eyes and continued to cut the steak, hummed, and did not speak again.