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Chapter 34 "Jiang Xu's clown turned out to be me"

When Fu Zhi saw this comment, her eyelashes trembled slightly, but she didn't reply.

Looking at the two flavors of Pipi shrimp in front of her, she had no appetite at all.

Fu Zhi called Jiang Li and sent Pippi Shrimp to her.

Jiang Li sat on the sofa and looked at her, "What's wrong with you?"

Fu Zhi waved her hand: "No, I'm going to take students to participate in a competition recently, I'm tired."

"Excuse," Jiang Li put on disposable gloves, and went to peel the shrimp, "Don't hide from Jiang Xu, he is a doctor and it's easy to know what happened to you before."

next second.

Fu Zhi's mouth was stuffed with peeled shrimp.

"You think you can hide it from your brother and Duan Zheng, if it wasn't for the two of them going to the border and the other abroad, no one would be able to hide your injury..."

Thinking of this, Jiang Li's heart felt like a rusty knife stabbing her body lightly, bursts of stabbing pain spread unscrupulously.

Fu Zhi leaned lazily on the soft sofa, and she raised her hand to rub the center of her eyebrows.

"hold on……"

—

The next day, rest day.

In the early morning, the community is quiet, and the horizon is dawning, reflecting the light blue sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Fu Zhi didn't sleep well, and couldn't lie down on the bed, so she changed her clothes and went for a morning run.

Along the path of the artificial lake, all the way to the north, to feel the morning sunshine and pleasant breeze.

She chased the soft light and walked towards the sun.

Let's work hard today!

Try to be a better adult too!
After finishing the morning run, it was still early, so Fu Zhi went to the kitchen to make two extra breakfasts.

She brought one to Jiang Li at work, and one to Jiang Xu.

……

On the other side, Jiang Xu drowsily received the candy-colored lunch box, and suddenly became more awake.

He just made a casual comment like that, but he didn't expect Fu Zhi to take it seriously.

When they were in school, their brothers would often pick Fu Zhi up from school and help her meet the teacher!

If you want to say when Fu Zhi started avoiding them, now that I think about it... probably when they were in college, Fu Zhi had less and less contact with them.

Looking at such a sumptuous breakfast, Jiang Xu didn't know which tendon was cramping, so he took a photo and sent it to Duan Zheng, embarrassed.

【Jiang Xiaoxu: Picture.】

[Jiang Xiaoxu: Zhizhi made it for me/dog head]

Probably because Duan Zheng was not busy during this time, he replied directly to him.

[Duan Zheng: Well, I let it. 】

[Duan Zheng: I forgot to tell you, it was actually Zhizhi who took me to the airport that day. 】

Jiang Xu: ...

The clown turned out to be me? !
Staring at the sumptuous breakfast in front of him, Jiang Xu suddenly felt that it was not delicious, not at all.

—

It was the rest day, and the students who came to class in the studio were almost getting together.

Fu Zhi was like a small spinning top, busy all the time.

Jiang Li knew that she was very busy on her rest day, and she didn't even have time to eat.

She ordered an eel rice directly, and delivered a fruit sauce and pearl milk tea.

Fu Zhi sat on a small stool, quietly eating the lunch delivered by Jiang Li.

Jiang Li handed over the two USB flash drives, "All the previous surveillance videos are there."

Fu Zhi hummed lightly, her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her fingers holding the chopsticks kept tightening.

Jiang Li patted Fu Zhi's back lightly with her hand, trying to comfort her a little.

Fu Zhi smiled: "I'm fine, I don't need to be sad for someone who doesn't deserve it."

...

The sun sets in the west, afterglow.

The clouds in the distant sky spread like brocade, and all of them fell on the glass, like a blurred picture scroll, shining with brilliance.

There were not many students in the studio at this time, Fu Zhi finished the class and went to a practice room to see Duan Chengcheng and Pei Yanli.

The two were "quarreling" again, Fu Zhi raised her hand and greeted the two of them, "Arguing again?"

Fu Zhi shook her head helplessly, and handed over the two's new "battle robes".

"Stop making trouble, both of you, go back and practice your movements well..."

The two took it and thanked them.

Fu Zhi waved her hands and said, "Go."

After they left, Fu Zhi also went to the changing room to change and prepare to leave work.

She had just locked the door of the studio, when she inadvertently raised her eyes, she saw a man standing not far away.

He was wearing a simple and clean white sweater and black trousers.

Eyebrows are slightly cold, not angry and pretentious.

With his police uniform off, he is clean and gentle.

Fu Zhi was stunned for a moment, then trotted over quickly, with a gentle voice: "Brother!"

Fu Yue hummed lightly, and pressed her small head with one hand, "I just came back from a mission, dirty."

Fu Zhi groaned, folded her hands on her shoulders, and looked at him like this.

Fu Yuechen raised his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Brother!" Fu Zhi pursed her lips: "Did you discuss it with my little uncle, huh?"

Hearing this, Fu Yuechen knew what she was talking about.

Fu Yueshen squatted in front of her, looked up at Fu Zhi, and lowered his voice: "Chirp, brother, this is for your own good, I—"

He paused for a while and said, "Duan Zheng is a nice guy, I can rest assured that I will entrust you to him."

Fu Zhi curled her lips, "I don't understand, what ecstasy soup Duan Zheng poured into you!!"

She murmured in a low voice: "Some time ago, my little uncle gave me poisonous chicken soup all night..."

"It seems that what Duan Zheng said is right, you just have a prejudice against him."

Fu Zhi: ...

A gust of cold wind blew by, and Fu Zhi stood there, looking aggrieved and helpless.

—

Around eight o'clock, Fu Zhi drove Fu Yueshen to the city police station.

Before getting out of the car, Fu Yue frowned slightly when he saw Fu Zhi's hesitant and hesitant appearance, feeling a bad premonition spontaneously.

Fu Yueshen's intuition was always accurate, so he got out of the car without asking any questions.

After entering the police station, he was on the phone while flipping through the files.

In a few seconds, the call was connected.

"Eri."

"It's me, Fu Yuechen."

...

The night fell and the lights came on.

With her little hands on the steering wheel, Fu Zhi drove towards No. 21 Chuyu Bieyuan at a constant speed.

She parked the car, rubbed her arms, and pressed the button of the elevator.

She leaned against the ladder wall, her eyebrows and eyes drooping slightly, and a faint but clear cedar wood fragrance lingered between her nostrils.

Fu Zhi patted her little head and smiled helplessly.

In the next second, the elevator door slowly opened.

Fu Zhi tied her drooping hair behind her ears, raised her legs and walked out of the elevator.

Raising her eyes inadvertently, the man's figure broke into her vision unexpectedly.

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, and asked softly, "Why are you back?"

The corners of Duan Zheng's eyes were slightly hooked, and those peach blossom eyes looked deep and attractive.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Listen to you, do you not want me to come back?"

A man's clear and lingling voice came from her ears, as if it was spring water flowing from a snow mountain that hadn't melted for years.

Gentle and clean, light and clear.

Fu Zhi caught a glimpse of the folds on his suit jacket, and his long and curled eyelashes trembled slightly.

"Duan Zheng."

"Come here and do me a favor!"

　Duan Gouzi: "Help you..."

　　Fu Xiaozhi: "The person who cooks the rice cooks the soul and the person who cooks the rice must use a pot to eat"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)