pampered roses

Tangli tightened her hand holding the guzheng, pursed her lips and said nothing.

Fu Zechen fiddled with the bead string, his brows and eyes were expressionless, and he said coldly, "Get in the car."

Tangli froze for a moment, and got into Fu Zechen's car without saying a word.

The two sat in the back seat, and the driver put down the partition tactfully. The distance between the two could accommodate two more people. Tang Li leaned against the window, pursed her lips and said softly, "Thank you, little uncle."

Fu Zechen didn't speak, and fiddled with the black beads with his eyes closed. In the dark and airtight compartment, Tangli smelled the faint cold sandalwood, which was Fu Zechen's unique scent. , being fiddled with by the slender fingertips.

It was too quiet in the carriage, Tangli's hand holding the guzheng was tightened and loosened, Qingmei Rongli was very emotional, she lowered her eyes slightly, and saw the movements of Fu Zechen's hands.

Tangli pursed her lips, suddenly thinking of some rumors about Fu Zechen.

The jade-faced Buddha son Yan Luo Wang is referring to Fu Zechen, who usually looks noble and elegant, and doesn't care about many things, but his methods in the mall are prohibitive.

Heard that someone had sent a woman to his bed before, in exchange for cooperation between the two parties, Fu Zechen didn't say anything that day, and ordered the woman to be sent back properly.

Everyone thought Fu Zechen was easy to talk to, but within three days, that man declared bankruptcy and the woman was nowhere to be found.

Since then, no one in the upper class of the imperial capital knew Fu Zechen's name.

Tangli stared at the beads on Fu Zechen's wrist. The next second, the car turned a corner. Tangli was unprepared and subconsciously fell in Fu Zechen's direction.

The moment their bodies touched, Fu Zechen stopped playing with the beads, and moved his other hand to grab Tangli's waist, preventing her from moving forward.

He opened his eyes, his gaze fell on Tangli very lightly, his cold brows raised, and his dark and deep eyes stared at her without blinking.

Tangli raised her eyes and met such a gaze, her heart skipped a beat.

Immediately after seeing Fu Zechen's dark pupils, his heart beat faster.

Not shy, but scared.

Tangli quickly came back to her senses, looked down, and found that at some point, her hand changed to grabbing the skirt of Fu Zechen's suit, and most of her body was in the other's arms. Fu Zechen's hand was still buttoned on her waist.

The man's broad palm just held her slender waist, and it fit perfectly.

Tangli reacted immediately, and quickly let go and stood up: "Little uncle, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it."

Tangli sat up straight and pulled down the cheongsam, with a touch of pink on her fair face, her expression slightly awkward.

She quickly sorted out her emotions, her voice was a little soft, and her tone was indeed very light.

Fu Zechen paused his fingers, lowered his eyes without saying anything, and withdrew his hand, his face was indifferent and without any emotion.

After getting out just now, Tangli felt that the air in the car seemed to be more airtight. She looked out of the window and watched the trees on both sides recede, counting the time in her heart.

Half an hour later, at the gate of Jingwu University.

Tangli got out of the car, turned her head to look at the motionless man in the back seat, bent her eyes and pursed her lips, and said, "Thank you little uncle tonight."

Fu Zechen hummed without looking at Tangli, and fiddled with the beads.

The evening wind blew past, Tangli's slender body shrank in the air, she didn't say anything, turned around and was about to leave.

The next second, the sound of the door opening sounded again.

Tangli paused, turned around, and then a suit jacket with cold sandalwood appeared in front of her.

Tangli pursed her lips, did not answer, and looked down at Fu Zechen.

"What?" Fu Zechen raised his eyebrows and asked lightly, "Isn't it cold?"

Tangli took the coat, put it on her shoulders slowly, and said softly with her curved eyes, "Thank you, little uncle."

Fu Zechen didn't say anything, the car door was closed, and the window was slowly closed, completely blocking Tangli's sight.

The car started and quickly drove away.

Tangli lowered her eyes, and the corners of her lips curled up slightly. She looked at the direction where Cayenne disappeared, her pupils darkened, and she turned to go to the snack street next to the school.

While walking, he looked at the latest news on his phone, which was sent by Xu Zhaozhao.

[Pear baby, don't forget my supper, I love you! 】

Tangli smiled with a very shallow arc, put away her phone and walked a few steps forward, but suddenly there was a rush of footsteps behind her, and before Tangli could react, she grabbed her wrist.

Tangli saw who it was, took a step back, and distanced herself from Fu Qingyang, trying to free her hand, but Fu Qingyang clenched it even tighter.

Tangli frowned, and said softly, "Mr. Fu, what's the matter so late?"

"Also, please let me go."

"Tangli, who is that person? Who brought you back so late?"

Fu Qingyang was wearing a wine-red suit, and his handsome face had a dark expression.

He grabbed Tangli's hand and stared at her for a moment.

He didn't see the people in the car clearly, he only vaguely saw it was a Cayenne. It was so late that a girl from Tangli got out of the luxury car, everyone had to think too much.

In addition, there was a man's coat on her body, Fu Qingyang's expression became even uglier.

For a moment, there was a feeling of betrayal in my heart.

Tangli's black eyelashes trembled, her fair face still had a gentle smile, she said word by word: "Mr. Fu, if I remember correctly, we are a couple by agreement."

"Those things that are not in the agreement are my private affairs, and you should not interfere."

Fu Qingyang froze, looked at Tangli deeply, and breathed heavily.

"Tangli, you are no longer the young lady you were back then. Do you really think I have to be with you?"

Fu Qingyang couldn't get along in front of Tangli several times, his dissatisfaction, his love and hatred for Tangli were intertwined, and his words were a little unscrupulous.

Tangli broke free from his hand this time, and a cold and strange smile appeared in her bent eyes: "I've never felt that way, and Mr. Fu wants to think so, I can't help it."

Fu Qingyang stood where he was, his eyes fell on Tangli.

Tangli and Fu Qingyang passed by, Fu Qingyang turned his head and stared at Tangli's back, his eyes were as dark as water, he could only watch Tangli leave.