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Chapter 4

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Duan Zheng spoke quickly and said, "Because no one else is good enough for me, only you can."

Fu Zhi: "..."

"Far away from Xingye Resort, with his dessert shop, bibimbap with snacks, pouring out shares in the group..."

Fu Zhi was really afraid that he would lose his head if he continued, so he quickly waved his hands and said, "I'm not short of money."

She stretched out her hand and tugged at the tab of the soda can, but failed to pull it open twice, and was about to give up drinking.

Duan Zheng picked it up, "I can do this, you don't have to run far to find your little uncle..."

Fu Zhi rubbed her belly, she felt a dense pain in her abdomen.

Duan Zheng noticed her subtle changes, lowered his voice, and asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing." Fu Zhi shook her head, "Not only my little uncle, but other people can open it for me."

Duan Zheng hooked his lips, "They want money—"

"I'll give you money."

Fu Zhi: "..."

She quickly added, "I'm not short of money."

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, the evening breeze took away the heat of late summer and brought the coolness of early autumn.

His eyes fell on her body, she was only wearing a very thin shirt skirt, the skirt fluttered with the wind, as if she was just away.

It is very similar to the current state of this little girl.

Duan Zheng put the jacket on her arm directly on her shoulders, and then continued:
"Chirp—"

"I put the dominance in your hands. If you don't want to get married, I won't ask your father and uncle to put any pressure on you. You can continue to do what you want to do after you get married."

He paused for a while and said: "Take a step back, no one will arrange all kinds of blind dates for you when you are with me, and you can work on your career with peace of mind."

"I--"

Just as Fu Zhi opened his mouth, he was interrupted.

"Let's talk, you guys have plenty of time in the future, go downstairs to eat quickly, don't you get stomach pains when you're hungry?"

Fu Yan stood at the entrance of the elevator, with his arms around his shoulders, and just looked at the two of them.

Fu Zhi sighed in his heart, it seemed that he had already decided on this meal, and he couldn't stop it.

...

At the dining table, Fu Zhi just lowered her head and picked the food in the bowl, avoiding Duan Zheng's sight the whole time, as if she didn't want to talk to him at all.

Duan Zheng pretended not to see Fu Zhi's performance, and served her food on his own.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or what, Duan Zheng's dishes are always her favorite, without exception.

Fu Zhi watched her nose with her eyes, and her heart with her nose. If his fangirls knew about this, would she be stripped alive?

Just thinking about it like this, Fu Zhi stretched his chopsticks into the dish he didn't like the most.

The adults were all chatting, and no one paid much attention to Fu Zhi's little tricks. It was Duan Zheng who discovered it first.

Just when Fu Zhi was about to put the spinach in his bowl, Duan Zheng cut him off halfway.

Duan Zheng looked calm, raised his eyebrows at her, and said unhurriedly, "Thank you."

Fu Zhi: "..."

Fu Zhi sighed for two seconds, just as he was about to pick up the short ribs, Duan Zheng sensed her intention, and picked up the short ribs for her, and put them in her bowl.

The corners of the man's eyes hooked slightly, revealing an arc that exuded infinite charm, "Reciprocity is a courtesy."

Fu Zhi: "..."

This meal took a long time, so that it was already very late after the meal was finished.

Fu Zhi lay at the door of the kitchen, waiting for Aunt Qiu to cut the fruit for her.

Her eyes seemed to glance in the direction behind her.

Then he met the man's deep and seductive eyes, and his brows were raised lightly, and a gentle and seductive arc was drawn on the lips.

Seeing his triumphant appearance, she silently said: "Dog man..."

(End of this chapter)