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Chapter 38 "Are you tempted by me?"

After a while, Duan Zheng let go, and he reached out and rubbed her little head, "Go back..."

He saw the little girl standing still in a daze, and laughed lowly.

He paused for a while and said, "I'll change clothes and I'll be there in a while."

Fu Zhi snorted, "I don't care if you can come or not!"

The little girl's gentle voice slowly rang through her ears, soft and sweet.

It's like grapes that have been iced in summer, with a bite of sweetness and sweetness.

He reached out his hand and took out a small bottle of fudge from his pocket, and handed it over. His thin lips were slightly parted, and his voice was gentle, with a feeling of pampering, "Go, I'll go over and cook for you right away."

—

Ten minutes later, the doorbell rang.

Fu Zhi wiped her hands, opened the door, took a pair of slippers from the shoe cabinet and handed them over.

Suddenly, Duan Zheng grabbed Fu Zhi's wrist and pulled her up.

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, "What's wrong?"

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Am I still qualified to manage you now?"

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and at that moment, a lot of things hidden in the depths of memory vaguely appeared in his mind.

Fu Zhi glanced at it, and said in a low voice, "I didn't see you taking care of yourself!"

Duan Zheng: "What?"

Fu Zhi waved her hand and said, "No, nothing, I didn't say anything."

Duan Zheng pressed her little head, helplessly: "You can say whatever you want, and I won't eat you."

His voice was slightly lowered, low and sexy, and every word fell clearly in her ears.

"You..." Fu Zhi's ears turned pink, and she said softly, "Can you speak well? You haven't been like this before."

Duan Zheng changed into her slippers, and stuffed two fluffy bunny dolls into her arms.

"I used to be your brother, but now—"

"I am your suitor and your future boyfriend."

The clean and gentle voice just fell on her ears.

Fu Zhi raised her eyes to look over, and was caught off guard by his deep eyes.

"I... I'm going to cook, don't disturb me in the kitchen, I want to be quiet..."

—

Entering the kitchen, Fu Zhi patted her head and brought over the sliced ​​pork belly.

I don't know what I thought of, so I put the pork belly back.

Duan Zheng...he doesn't like braised pork.

Last time she did it, he didn't like it.

I made sweet and sour short ribs, tomato sirloin, hot and sour potato shreds, cold cucumber, and vegetable salad.

"Duan Zheng."

"Come here, let's eat."

Fu Zhi rubbed her little nose, always feeling that their way of getting along seemed a bit... How about the sense of sight of an old married couple? !

While she was in a daze, Duan Zheng had already walked over slowly.

He raised his eyebrows, and there was a frivolous and slutty arc on his lips.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"I haven't done anything yet, why are you blushing, huh?"

Fu Zhi raised his hand and hit him, "Why do you talk so much, talk nonsense—"

"Your dinner...is gone."

Duan Zheng's brows and eyes drooped slightly, and his thin lips gently curled into a gentle and charming arc.

"Fu Jiujiu, are you—"

"I'm... tempted, huh?"

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, she straightened her neck, looked over, and whispered, "You seem to be sick."

"I'm in a panic? I told you that there are many people chasing me. No one is as shameless as you."

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand to pull the stool, sat down, and couldn't help laughing out loud, "Yeah, so—"

"They shouldn't be able to chase you. Isn't it normal that chasing girls is shameless?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

—

After dinner, Duan Zheng pushed the little girl directly on the chair and took care of the dishes.

Fu Zhi was also happy to take a leisurely break, and took the ipad to update Weibo.

I don't know why, but the number of fans on Weibo has increased a little bit recently.

Fu Zhi also specially counted the number of her fans, and almost threw the ipad out.

I accidentally slipped my hand, and the ipad was still dropped on the floor.

The voice here was a bit loud, Duan Zheng from the kitchen wiped his hands and walked over.

Looking at the little girl squatting on the ground looking at the ipad, she slightly raised her eyebrows and moved over.

"Fu Jiujiu, you..."

It's just that he didn't expect that the little girl also turned her head at this moment.

In the next second, Fu Zhi's soft lips touched Duan Zheng's lips and cheeks.

For a moment, both of them froze in place.

After realizing it, Fu Zhi said softly, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, I didn't know you..."

Duan Zheng frowned slightly, put his hands loosely on Fu Zhi's shoulders, and said in a low voice, "You are not wrong, so you don't need to apologize to me."

He pulled the little girl up from the ground and squatted in front of her.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"As long as I'm here, you don't need to apologize to anyone."

His voice was extraordinarily gentle, every word fell gently on the tip of her heart.

It's like throwing a small stone into a calm lake, causing circles of ripples.

From her point of view, his long and thick eyelashes were covered with fine light, and those peach blossom eyes were deep and charming, as if full of light, shining brightly.

"I... didn't apologize to others," Fu Zhi pursed her lips lightly, her ears turned red, and whispered, "I didn't expect you to be so close to me..."

Fu Zhi's hands on her legs were also uncontrollable, clenched tightly into small fists.

Duan Zheng hummed lightly, then went to the side to pick up the ipad.

Only then did I realize that there was a hot topic on Weibo on the screen, which was about his...company.

I don't know if the little girl clicked in on purpose or accidentally.

This little bit was enough to keep him happy all day.

Duan Zheng closed the ipad and put it on the other side.

He reached out and rubbed her little head, his thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was extremely gentle, "I'm going back, you go to bed early and have a good rest."

"Ah, you too."

There was a smile on Duan Zheng's lips, "Well, I will, after all—"

"I haven't caught up with my future wife yet, I will take good care of myself."

Fu Zhi: "..."

—

That night, Fu Zhi didn't sleep well, and things about Duan Zheng always appeared in her dreams.

The second semester of the third year of junior high school.

It was an ordinary Saturday.

As usual, Fu Zhi went to the high school to find Duan Zheng to check her homework on time.

Duan Zheng would pull her to do piles of math problems every time.

As soon as she stepped up the steps, she vaguely heard the voices of two people talking from the railing on the third floor.

Originally, she didn't intend to eavesdrop, but the voice was too familiar.

"Brother Duan, don't you have any other thoughts about Zhi Zhi?"

A boy put his big hand on Duan Zheng's shoulder and patted it.

Little Fu Zhi, who was hiding in the corner, held her breath for an instant.

After waiting for a while, Duan Zheng said:
"Cheng Siyan."

"Don't make fun of Zhi Zhi, she is just a child who hasn't grown up..."

Cheng Siyan: "Hi, kid, it's soft and sticky like a small glutinous rice dumpling."

He said again: "I knew you wouldn't like little glutinous rice dumplings..."

"I just remembered, haven't you ordered a doll kiss with your little Qingmei?"

(End of this chapter)