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Chapter 32 "Want to see me take off my clothes and just say so"

Duan Zheng didn't expect that Fu Zhi would reply to his WeChat. Those deep and charming eyes were slightly bent, and the originally straight lip line also curled up in an undetectable arc.

[Duan Dangdang: Well, my brother was wrong, and I will never talk about death anymore. 】

Among the few emoji packs she had, she picked a little bear hugging a bunny emoji pack and sent it over.

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The next day, early morning.

Fu Zhi got up earlier than usual, her long chestnut hair was casually tied into a bun.

He was wearing a light blue apron and was making breakfast in the kitchen.

Preserved egg and lean meat porridge, steamed buns, wontons in sour soup, cold side dishes.

After finishing these, Fu Zhi leaned lazily on the cooking table.

He drooped his eyes for a moment, took out his phone from his pocket, clicked on WeChat, moved his finger slightly, and accidentally dialed a video call.

Fu Zhi: "..."

It's over.

Just when Fu Zhi was about to hang up the phone in a panic, the video call was connected like this...

Was, connected! !
How come when she meets Duan Zheng, she turns into a little trash who can't do anything well! !

In the next second, a sleepy man appeared on the screen of the phone.

Looking at it from this angle, the collar of the man's pajamas is slightly open, and his skin is cold and pale under the dim light.

The clavicle is clearly exposed, and if you look down a little, you can vaguely see the muscle lines hidden under the delicate fabric.

In the video, the man turned over and rubbed the bridge of his nose with his big, slender hands.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Want to see me undress and say so."

His clear and lazy voice was slightly lowered, with a hint of pampering, and he paused every word, falling in his ears.

Fu Zhi suffered a beauty attack, and her ears were slightly hot. She whispered, "I cook a little too much breakfast, can you bring it to Jiang—"

Duan Zheng interrupted her, "Fu Jiujiu, if you want to ask me to eat, just say so, wait a while."

"Do you want to watch it for a while, or should I just hang up the video now, huh?"

In the video, the little girl's ears gradually turned red. He raised his eyebrows lightly, his pupils were black and bright, and he seemed to be smiling.

Fu Zhi reacted and immediately hung up the video, and the man over here quickened his washing.

After ten minutes, Duan Zheng put on a casual suit and pushed the suitcase and knocked on Fu Zhi's door.

After a while, the door was opened by the little girl from the inside.

A light and sweet fruity fragrance lingered in Duan Zheng's nostrils.

Fu Zhi took a pair of dark blue slippers from the shoe rack and handed them over.

Duan Zheng slightly raised his eyebrows, his thin lips parted slightly, and Fu Zhi directly covered his mouth with a steamed bun.

She said softly: "Shut up, don't speak."

Duan Zheng took a bite of the steamed bun, the skin was thin and the filling was big, and the rich soup rushed into his lips and teeth.

His eyelashes trembled slightly, his pupils were black and bright, and there was a trace of tenderness in the depths of his pupils.

Fu Zhi put the preserved egg and lean meat porridge in front of him.

But at this moment, Duan Zheng raised his eyes and looked over, his eyes were clean, and his voice was aggrieved: "Why don't you give me sour soup wontons?"

Fu Zhi responded subconsciously: "You have..."

"Huh?" Duan Zheng said again: "What?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

What can there be? I have a stomach problem! !
Her brows and eyes drooped slightly, and she changed the topic, "It's good to eat some, you still choose?"

"...No choice."

Duan Zheng looked up and passed the car keys from the pocket of his suit jacket, "Here are the car keys, please be careful when driving."

Fu Zhi said "hmm", "Understood."

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Around 08:30, Fu Zhi changed into a sportswear and drove Duan Zheng to the airport in Duan Zheng's car.

This time, Duan Zheng was sitting in the co-pilot. He gently pushed the glasses on the bridge of his nose, and quietly looked at the little girl who was driving.

She was wearing a very comfortable casual outfit, her long, smooth hair was tied into a small bun, her side face was exposed, her skin was white and clear, and her skin was like cream.

Under the dense long eyelashes, a pair of smart eyes are shining brightly.

Just in time for a traffic light, Fu Zhi tilted her head, "Duan Zheng, why didn't you say brother Jiang Xu took you to the airport?"

"Brother Jiang Xu?" Duan Zheng's clean and cold voice fell on her ears, "Why haven't I heard you call me brother, huh?"

Fu Zhi pulled the corner of her lower lip lightly, with a faint smile on her face.

"You do not deserve!!"

She paused every word, and her gentle voice slowly fell into his ears.

Duan Zheng said "Yes", "That's right, if you really call me brother, I won't be able to chase you."

"..."

Fu Zhi couldn't agree with him, so she looked away and sent him to the airport.

Before getting off the car, Fu Zhi stopped Duan Zheng and handed over a bottle of milk.

Duan Zheng slightly lowered his eyes and smiled, and gave Fu Zhi a meaningful look.

Fu Zhi said expressionlessly: "There are still three hours expired, drink it quickly, don't waste it."

Duan Zheng: "..."

He put away the milk, raised his hand and rubbed her little head, "I'm leaving, you should pay attention to safety on the way back, and send me a WeChat message when you get home."

Fu Zhi obediently nodded her little head, a trace of helplessness appeared on her little face, she said softly: "Got it, Duan Zheng, why are you more verbose than my brother?"

Duan Zheng was impressed by her small appearance, couldn't help stretching out his hand to grab her small face, "Stay at home and wait for me to come back."

His voice was gentle, word by word, slowly falling in her ears.

He picked up the suitcase, took the bottle of milk, told her to be safe, and then turned and left.

Seeing that Duan Zheng had disappeared from her sight, Fu Zhi slowly looked away and drove back to her studio in the city center.

As soon as the car was parked, Jiang Li greeted her. She slowly raised her eyebrows, "Fu Jiujiu, I guessed right, this is Duan Zheng's car? Isn't it?"

Fu Zhi hummed lightly, "What's wrong?"

Jiang Li said "tsk tsk" twice, "I didn't see that you took him down so quickly..."

Fu Zhi raised her hand and slapped her, "Don't make trouble, you won't take it down."

She stretched out her hand and pushed open the door of the studio, "Have you selected your new store, and when are you going to open it?"

Jiang Li is two years older than Fu Zhi. They only met in junior high school. Both of them went to the same high school and the same university.

After graduating from university, Fu Zhi opened a dance studio, while Jiang Li opened a bar and coffee shop.

"I've chosen," Jiang Li pointed at the shop diagonally opposite where the plaque was hanging, "It's a coffee shop, isn't it good?"

Fu Zhi glanced at it, nodded her head, and said hesitantly, "Is there... can there be business here?"

Jiang Li waved her hand and said, "I opened a milk tea shop, you are all students, can I sell it?!"

Fu Zhi: "..."

In the next second, the phone "ticked" and a message popped up.

Only now did Fu Zhi realize that she forgot to send Duan Zheng a WeChat message.

I had no choice but to pick an expression pack of the little bear moving and dancing and throw it over.

As soon as she sent it, Duan Zheng sent her back an emoji of a little bear sitting on a chair drinking milk.

The more Fu Zhi looked at it, the more something was wrong, and the scene of Duan Zheng shaking his legs and drinking milk appeared in his mind.

Fu Zhi couldn't help laughing out loud.

Jiang Li raised her head abruptly, reached out and pinched Fu Zhi's small face, "Fu Xiaozhi, what's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)