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Chapter 17 "It's been years, nothing has changed"

It's a video of Fu Zhi singing and dancing classical dance. The little girl has gentle eyebrows and eyes, and her clever eyes are like the moonlight full of Qingling. Every frown and cluster are all gentle.

Ren Meige has a soft figure and is recklessly small-waisted. This is Duan Zheng's first impression of Fu Zhi.

Years later, nothing has changed.

Duan Zheng's slender fingers moved slightly, and he accidentally reposted this Weibo.

He quit Weibo and said good night to Fu Zhi, then put down his phone and went to the bathroom.

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On the other side, Fu Zhi just took a sip of a glass of milk when the phone vibrated.

I glanced at the wechat that Jiang Li had sent her, and her wechat interface was still on the interface for chatting with Duan Zheng.

As well as the unsent good night, she subconsciously clicked send, but she regretted it as soon as she clicked it out, and hurriedly withdrew that WeChat message.

[Duan Zheng:? 】

[Duan Zheng: I've seen it all. 】

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and typed a few words.

【Fu Xiaozhi: Oh. 】

[Fu Xiaozhi: I sent it to the wrong person. 】

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The next day, the sky was bright.

After Fu Zhi answered the phone, she hurried downstairs, almost missing her little uncle.

Fu Yan supported her by the shoulders and frowned, "Why are you still like a child when you're so big?"

"Oh..." Fu Zhi didn't have time to explain to him, so she hurriedly said, "Little uncle, give me your car keys, I'm going to the hospital, I'm in a hurry!!"

Putting one hand in his pocket, Fu Yan raised his eyebrows lightly, "Go and find your future husband, go to your future husband's car, the new car I just picked up won't be able to support you like this..."

"You drove my car away yesterday, and mine, you give me my car keys, I don't care about yours."

Fu Yan spread his hands, "I sent it for maintenance. If the maintenance is not good, I plan to replace you with a new car~"

"..."

Fu Zhi didn't believe his nonsense, she put on her bag, stepped on her high heels and went out.

One of her students had an accident before a game when someone put a blade in her shoe.

While trotting and talking on the phone, he didn't pay attention to the road, and bumped into someone head-on.

A light and pleasant smell of cedar wood lingers at the tip of Fu Zhi's nose.

She rubbed the tip of her nose, which was a little sore from being bumped, and a deep and clear voice fell beside her ear:

"Chirp."

"I hit you, does it hurt?"

Fu Zhi raised her eyes slightly, those lively eyes seemed to be filled with mist.

Then, when she met his gentle and seductive eyes, her heart skipped a beat.

"No." Fu Zhi continued, "Duan Zheng, can you take me to the hospital..."

The little girl frowned slightly, with a worried expression on her fair and clear face.

Duan Zheng interrupted her, and quickly responded: "Get in the car, I'll take you there."

In the car, Fu Zhi was on the phone all the time, asking about the status of her students.

While waiting for the traffic light, Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, comforting her silently.

Fu Zhi raised his eyes and looked over. He had sharp brows and starry eyes, and his eyes were black and bright, as if they had been soaked in mountain spring water, clean and clear.

"Duan Zheng."

"Thank you for taking me there."

The gentle voice slowly rang in my ears, like the warm sun in spring, as if it could melt the ice and snow in winter.

The soft light from the car window shrouded her fair and translucent little face, spreading a faint radiance, making her skin more delicate and lustrous.

He frowned slightly, and then, with a slight arc on his lips, he said in a low voice:
"Chirp."

"Why haven't I seen you be so polite to me before, always say thank you, who taught you, huh?"

(End of this chapter)