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Chapter 10 Daily Question "Duan Zheng, did your company go bankrupt today?"

The sun sets in the west, afterglow.

The sky in the distance is gradually blooming with brocade, as if the color is spreading, as if even the streetscape is dyed with a layer of gentle and lingering light.

Carrying a small black backpack, Fu Zhi strolled in the streetscape of the setting sun. The breeze came slowly, mixed with a faint fruity fragrance.

"Chirp—"

Suddenly, a very gentle voice came from behind.

Fu Zhi's footsteps paused slightly, and followed the trend to look at the prestige.

The man was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, with deep eyebrows and sharp jawline, and the light behind him made his figure look elegant and straight.

"Hiding for what?" Duan Zheng took a step forward, his brows and eyes full of helplessness.

The breath on the man's body rushed towards his face, as cold as the dawn of snow, clean and clear.

Fu Zhi raised her small face to meet his gaze, and her soft voice fell next to his ear.

"I didn't hide. If I really wanted to hide from you, you wouldn't be able to find me even if you ransacked the entire North City..."

"Huh?" Duan Zheng shook his head and disapproved of her statement, and said softly, "Where are you, I...is right there, how could my brother not find you, huh?"

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he also realized what he wanted to say at the moment of pause.

She pursed her lips and asked, "President Duan, did your company go bankrupt today?"

Duan Zheng couldn't help but laugh, then coughed lightly, and replied solemnly: "Qingzhi Group is currently operating in a good state, so—"

"Don't worry, I can't support you."

He rubbed her little head, lowered his voice, and looked extraordinarily gentle.

Suddenly, Fu Zhi remembered the video that was trending on Weibo last time.

He usually has cold eyes and a cold voice, and the way he speaks is already provocative enough.

Not to mention the way he speaks in such a soft and low voice now.

Fu Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, "I don't need you to support me, I will support myself."

Duan Zheng hummed softly, bent slightly, his eyes were at the same level as hers, his thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was gentle.

"Chirp—"

"Brother let you vent your anger, okay?"

Just as Fu Zhi was about to say something, he caught a glimpse of a motorcycle approaching at a high speed not far away, and his eyes darkened.

"Duan Zheng!!"

Fu Zhi subconsciously grabbed Duan Zheng's wrist and pulled him aside.

The distance was very close, and Duan Zheng could clearly feel the slight trembling of the little girl's body in his arms.

next second.

The man on the motorcycle threw a handful of things towards them.

Duan Zheng narrowed his eyes slightly, just the blade-cold eyes can make people shudder.

With his hands lightly on her shoulders, he led her to turn around, with her back facing the danger, and then quickly pressed Fu Zhi against his shoulders, tightly against his chest.

A faint but clear scent of cedar wood lingers at the tip of her nose.

He reached out and rubbed the back of her head, lowered his voice, more gentle than ever, and said in a tone like coaxing a child:

"Chirp—"

"Hey, don't be afraid."

Such a gentle and pleasant voice, passing by my ears lightly, seemed to be carrying a stream of tiny electric currents, making it numb.

She was pressed into his arms, tightly protected, feeling his strong heartbeat, even the tip of her heart trembled slightly.

The sound of a motorcycle leaving was heard not far away, and Duan Zheng patted her on the back lightly before letting go.

With his hands resting lightly on Fu Zhi's shoulders, his eyes fell on those agile eyes, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was gentle:

"Chirp—"

"Can you be fair to me, I also have the ability to protect you."

(End of this chapter)