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Chapter 22 "I'll send it to his door to beat him up"

The distance is too close, and the clean and pleasant smell of mint and lime rushes towards our face.

She clearly saw the corner of his mouth curled up in a helpless and loving arc.

Fu Zhi still couldn't help but took a step back, and whispered softly, "Duan Zheng, you're not good anymore."

Duan Zheng took a step forward and blocked her between the wall and his body.

But at this moment, a deep and clear voice gradually rang through his ears.

"Chirp—"

"That's why you don't want to marry me?"

As the distance drew closer, the breaths of the two seemed to be intertwined. With their backs leaning against the wall, the unique clear breath of the man in front of them pressed over.

"...No, no," Fu Zhi whispered.

She stretched out her hand and gently rubbed the tip of her nose, trying to get out from the other side, but Duan Zheng didn't give her this chance.

Taking advantage of the situation, he also put the other hand up, and pressed it against the wall loosely.

The little girl lowered her head slightly, and a faint blush spread from her cheeks to her ears to her neck at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The tip of the nose is full of the sweet smell of strawberries, peaches and peaches on the little girl, sweet but not greasy.

He gently pinched Fu Zhi's cheek with his index finger and thumb, and his voice was clear and clear: "Why are you blushing?"

This subtle touch is infinitely magnified, as if carrying an electric current, it spreads to all limbs and bones.

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and poked her neck, "If a man is so close to me, I would blush too."

She whispered softly: "You are not the only one who will rely on me..."

Before he could finish speaking, a deep and sexy voice fell beside his ear:
"Chirp."

"Little children are not cute at all."

Fu Zhi pursed her lips: "Can you stay away from me, my student will come over in a while..."

Duan Zheng leaned in, and gently pressed her small head with his big, slender hand, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow, maybe half a month before I come back, you..."

Before he could finish his words, Fu Zhi's eyes lit up instantly, and the slight curve of his lips was particularly touching.

In the next second, he raised his hand and flicked Fu Zhi's forehead.

"As for laughing so happily, can't you wait for me to leave before laughing?"

Duan Zheng has nothing to do with her, the corners of his eyes are slightly bent, the arc seems a little helpless, but with an inexplicable pampering.

"No," Fu Zhi whispered, "This way I won't be angry with you."

The little girl looked at him with her foxy eyes blinking, her clever eyes seemed to be filled with the moonlight, clean and pure.

Fu Zhi beckoned to him, Duan Zheng lowered his head and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"You said that if my brother knew that the person you were going to marry was me, what would he do to you?"

Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, his pupils were soft and curved into shallow arcs, and his thin lips parted slightly: "Your brother won't do anything to me, the big deal—"

"I'll send him home and beat him up."

Fu Zhi reached out to push his arm away, and sat on the sofa with a smile.

Duan Zheng took advantage of the situation and sat beside her, tore open a bag of potato chips for her and handed it over, and said in a low voice, "I went to his unit before returning to China..."

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she looked at him in bewilderment while holding the potato chips.

"I let him beat him with a hammer for several days, your brother—"

"He agreed."

The voice fell.

The potato chips "pata" that Fu Zhi was holding fell into the potato chip bag again.

Fu Zhi exhaled sullenly, and suddenly felt that the potato chips in her hand were not fragrant at all.

"Duan Zheng."

"Let me beat you too!!"

　Duan Zheng held up a small sign and begged: "Jiujiu, be gentle, I am your dear husband QAQ"

　　Mistakes: I was wrong, I was wrong
　　
　
(End of this chapter)