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Chapter 19 "Xiao Fu's thank you, my brother will remember it forever"

Jiang Minghan pursed his lips lightly, he had no choice but to take them to watch the surveillance.

The surveillance shows that a girl frequently appears at the door of Duan Chengcheng's lounge.

The last time she appeared was when Duan Chengcheng was about to change into her dance clothes and go backstage to rehearse.

Fu Zhi frowned, looking at the girl in the white dress in the video, she always felt that she had seen this little girl somewhere before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

It wasn't until they left the competition field and just got into the car that Fu Zhi remembered who this person was.

She also sent her resume to her dance studio before, and wanted to come to her studio to study.

It's just that she once publicly boasted and secretly mocked a student of Fu Zhi's studio on a certain social platform.

Let Fu Zhi know about it, and she directly rejected her. She chose the students based on their character and foundation.

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The two got into the car, and Fu Zhi directly sent this video to her dance teacher Gu Yun.

The phone "ticked", and a message popped up prompting Fu Zhi to click in.

[Gu Yun: Little Jiujiu, I finally remembered that you still have a teacher, I thought...]

Just as Fu Zhi was about to start typing, another message popped up on the screen.

[Gu Yun: I thought you were going to use that little body of yours to resist again, so leave this matter to me, and I'll find evidence. 】

Fu Zhi looked at the news on the screen, her lips curled slightly.

Looking at it from Duan Zheng's perspective, the child's smile is beautiful, with curved eyes, long eyelashes, and even the curve of the corners of the lips is very exciting.

When she smiled, her eyes were clear, like starlight. He was fascinated by it, and his heart moved slightly, and ripples appeared at the tip of his heart.

She raised her eyes, and bumped into the man's always smiling eyes.

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she looked at him in a state of bewilderment, her agile eyes seemed to be filled with clear moonlight, clean and pure.

She didn't evade, but met his gaze and poked her neck, asking, "Why?"

"Why not," Duan Zheng curled his lips, "I was thinking that when Jiujiu received my WeChat, he would be so happy."

The clean and pleasant voice slowly falls to the ear like a clear spring.

He lowered his voice, his voice was deep and clear, his eyebrows and eyes were gentle and gentle, just like the first time he saw him.

In the midsummer of that year, she could remember the vigorous young man standing under the plane tree for a lifetime.

In his youth, Duan Zheng was cold and abstinent, like a bright moon in the sky, unreachable.

When talking to her, she always lowers her volume, she is gentle and gentle, and even the shallow curve of her lips is very touching.

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Outside the car window, the street scene reversed rapidly, and Fu Zhi would occasionally stare at the car window in a daze.

Thinking of the past, something seemed to collapse in my heart, empty.

It didn't take long before Duan Zheng pulled his little head back.

"Fu Zhi."

"Ok?"

Fu Zhi turned her head slowly, as if she didn't want to talk to him but had to talk to him, which was kind of cute.

She met Duan Zheng's gaze, her peach blossoms were slightly raised, the tails of her eyes were slightly turned up, and there was a shallow and heart-warming smile on her thin lips.

next second.

His big hand gently rubbed the top of her hair, a particularly gentle touch on the head, his eyebrows and eyes were clean, and his voice was extraordinarily gentle:

"Xiao Fu's thank you, my brother will remember it forever."

He paused every word, with a gentle voice, and the sound of the words passed by his ears gently, and finally they all fell into the bottom of his heart, causing waves of ripples.

(End of this chapter)