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Chapter 12 "Student Xiao Duan is not obedient at all"

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Fu Zhi sat on the sofa with her arms around her knees, her mouth drooping and her head drooping, she looked aggrieved and helpless, she was a pitiful little girl.

At this moment, the cell phone in Fu Zhi's pocket vibrated, and she looked at the caller ID.

——Pear

Then, she cleared her throat to ensure that she was in the same state as usual, and then answered the phone with confidence.

Fu Zhi said softly: "Call me at this time, are you not busy?"

"Not busy, I have something to look for you," Jiang Li noticed that something was wrong with her voice, and asked, "Those students of yours are disobedient again?"

Fu Zhi hummed perfunctorily, "Student Xiao Duan is not obedient at all."

Fu Zhi had a student named Duan Chengcheng, so Jiang Li didn't think about anything else.

After a long time, Jiang Li realized that the classmate Xiao Duan she was talking about this time was actually "Duan Zheng".

Fu Zhi asked softly: "Don't you tell me that you have something to tell me what is it?"

"It's nothing." Jiang Li hesitated, paused for a few seconds, and then said, "Can you help me get a little brother's contact information?"

"..."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Zhi looked up and saw a man wearing a white sweater and black trousers walking towards her slowly not far away.

That pair of jet-black shiny peach blossom eyes seemed to be filled with water mist, shining brightly.

"Chirp—"

"I'm waiting for you to cheat me well."

Duan Zheng's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was gentle, and he squatted in front of her and spoke softly.

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Fu Zhi took him to a Mala Tang shop hidden in an alley.

This store is always full no matter when you come, the taste is delicious and the price is cheap.

Fu Zhi greeted the boss with a smile, and the boss also greeted her with a smile.

"Mr. Fu, there is still room upstairs, specially reserved for you, you just go upstairs."

Duan Zheng followed Fu Zhi upstairs, the upstairs was quieter than the downstairs, and it was more suitable for chatting.

It didn't take long for their Malatang to be served, and Fu Zhi handed another spoon to Duan Zheng, "Try it, it tastes pretty good."

Duan Zheng picked it up, and the two fingertips touched intentionally or unintentionally.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng grasped Fu Zhi's wrist loosely, and rolled up the sleeves of her sweater, "It's done."

Fu Zhi withdrew her hand, and she felt as if a dense electric current spread from her wrist.

She rubbed her wrists uncontrollably, then picked up a small spoon to drink the soup.

The soup is rich and moderately salty.

After a meal, the two of them finished it up peacefully.

Fu Zhi didn't expect that the young master would actually eat up this bowl of Malatang.

Fu Zhi blinked slowly, seeing that Duan Zheng had really finished eating Malatang, she gave up.

"Well, what Jiujiu said is right, the taste is good, you can come here often in the future."

At this time, a low and gentle voice rang in her ears.

Fu Zhi was almost choked to death by the juice, this sentence was not very lethal, but extremely insulting.

"I mean, if you have the chance, you must bring me here often."

Fu Zhi responded perfunctorily: "Okay, okay, I'll bring you here every day if I have a chance."

The little girl's voice is warm and soft, and the ending is soft and sweet.

Duan Zheng's peach blossom eyes were slightly bent, and the smile spread to the end of the eyes, the curvature seemed a little helpless, and seemed to be accompanied by an inexplicable doting.

He reached out and rubbed the back of the little girl's head, his movements were exceptionally gentle.

His eyebrows and eyes were clean, his thin lips were lightly parted, and he said slowly, word by word:

"Chirp—"

"Children must count on what they say."

(End of this chapter)