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Chapter 11 "If it doesn't fit, it has to fit"

How sad and aggrieved these words sounded, it was nothing like what he would say.

Fu Zhi avoided answering, pointed to his soiled suit, "Duan Zheng..."

In the next second, Duan Zheng stretched out his index finger to gently press against her lips, "Shh, don't talk, listen to me."

"Don't look at me like that, and you don't have to apologize to me. It's not your fault. Don't blame yourself for everything you encounter."

His thin lips parted slightly, and he spoke at a steady pace, and his voice gently brushed against her ears.

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, she clenched her fists, raised her face and asked, "Then...do you want to change clothes with me?"

Anyway, it's not far from her studio, and it doesn't even take a minute to walk.

After waiting for a while but not hearing Duan Zheng's response, Fu Zhi continued: "Then call your assistant and ask him to come pick you up."

The gentle voice slowly rang in the ears, as warm as the warm sun in spring, which can melt the ice and snow in winter.

"You still have men's clothes at home?"

Fu Zhi nodded, "Yes, my little uncle's and my brother's, it doesn't matter if you want to wear it or not."

The man's frown was like a small mountain peak, and because of Fu Zhi's words, his brows gradually flattened and opened.

His beautiful pupils were black and bright, and the smile in his eyes could not stop spreading to the end of his eyes.

Duan Zheng hummed softly, "Is it convenient for me to go to your house now?"

"It's inconvenient," Fu Zhi said, "There's a man hiding in my house, so it's inappropriate for you to go."

"..."

"Well, let's go to my studio first. There are no men hidden there yet. I will notify you with a shaker and a drift bottle when there are men hidden."

"..."

Fu Zhi walked ahead with a stern face, still happy for this small victory.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng stood in front of Fu Zhi.

He raised his brows slightly, and the corners of his lips curled up, "Hide me, I'll hide it for you for free, and you don't need to spend money."

"..."

"If you don't want to hide it, then go whoring, even for free."

"..."

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Duan Zheng followed Fu Zhi to the studio, decorated in a simple and warm style, the room has a faint fruity aroma of strawberry and peach, sweet but not greasy.

Sweet and sweet like a little girl.

Fu Zhi went to the dressing room to pick out two sets of his brother's old clothes and brought them over, "Try it, if it doesn't fit, let your assistant come and give it to you."

Duan Zheng took the suit, and he looked at her with those charming peach eyes, "If it doesn't fit, it has to fit. This is the first gift Xiao Fu gave me, and I have to cherish it."

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, did not respond to him, and pointed to the lounge inside, "There is a bathroom inside, and there are all toiletries."

The man stood quietly in the warm light like this, with a little floating light falling on his shoulders, his figure was tall and straight, his eyebrows and eyes were extraordinarily gentle, under the thick eyelashes, those peach blossom eyes were shining brightly.

"Chirp—"

"Can you wait for me for a while?"

He paused every word, and his low and aggrieved voice gently passed by her ears.

Fu Zhi opened her mouth, the thing in her heart that had been silent for a long time seemed to come alive again.

Her little head nodded slightly, "I won't leave, I haven't eaten yet, and I want to cheat you."

He said hoarsely, "Okay."

It's okay to pit for a lifetime.

I... grew up too.

I can support you now.

Duan Zheng turned his head three times a step, and only entered the lounge after he was sure that Fu Zhi would not hide secretly again.

As soon as he entered the lounge, he smelled the faint smell of lemon in the room, and Duan Zheng's eyes instantly turned red...

(End of this chapter)