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Chapter 48 "The ribs are not important, I just miss you"

Duan Zheng lazily opened his eyelids, glanced at her, and responded lightly: "It's nothing, it's just—"

"A little stomachache."

Fu Zhi couldn't help but asked, "Did you not have dinner again?"

Duan Zheng hummed softly, "No."

He said again: "Wait for you."

Fu Zhi: "..."

She tugged on Duan Zheng's sleeve lightly, blinked her fox eyes, and said softly: "Then let's stop by the supermarket and cook you something delicious when we get home?"

"Well, good." He responded lightly.

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, and the phone in her pocket just vibrated, she took out the phone and glanced at the message notification.

[Tan Zhengyu: Zhi Zhi, Teacher Jin told me that we all have to participate in the New Year's Eve performance. 】

Fu Zhi reached out and rubbed her temples, and directly replied to Tan Zhengyu's message.

Duan Zheng tilted his head slightly, and at this distance, he could just see Fu Zhi hanging his head slightly, chatting with her senior Tan.

next second.

The red light turned into a green light, Duan Zheng steered the steering wheel with one hand, and drove towards the supermarket they often went to.

I bought short ribs, trotters, and carp before returning home.

Along the way, Duan Zheng was exceptionally silent, always feeling that something was wrong.

Fu Zhi asked cautiously: "I...do not seem to have offended you...?"

"No." Duan Zheng put the overcoat on Fu Zhi's body again.

Putting his big hands loosely on Fu Zhi's shoulders, he led her into the elevator.

In the elevator, Fu Zhi blinked, leaned under his eyelids, and asked softly, "Boss Duan, are you unhappy today?"

Duan Zheng put one hand in his pocket, lifted his eyelids slightly, thinking of the scene he saw in the private restaurant, he couldn't help feeling sour in his heart.

He was able to stop her engagement with Cheng Siyan because he knew that Fu Jiujiu didn't like Cheng Siyan.

But he couldn't stop Tan Zhengyu, because he knew that Fu Jiujiu liked Tan Zhengyu.

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and rubbed her little head, then said slowly: "No, it's just—"

"Too much entertainment, I miss the ribs you made."

He paused for a while and said: "The ribs are not important, it's just that I miss you..."

The distance between the two of them was very close, and a faint cedar wood fragrance lingered between her nostrils, like the first snowfall, clean and refreshing.

Fu Zhi withdrew her gaze, folded her coat and obediently stood on the other side.

Duan Zheng looked down at her, frowned slightly, grabbed her wrist and brought her back directly to his eyes.

Before Fu Zhi could react, the elevator door opened with a "ding".

Duan Zheng blocked the elevator door with his hands, then loosely wrapped Fu Zhi's shoulders with his big hands, and led her out of the elevator room.

Duan Zheng raised his big, slender hand, and entered the password on the combination lock.

drop--

The lock was unlocked, Duan Zheng rubbed the back of her neck, and led her in.

The moment the door closed, Fu Zhi finally realized it.

This...is not her home either!

Fu Zhi asked tentatively, "Do you have pots, shovels, and spices here?"

Duan Zheng took off his suit jacket and casually put it aside. He stretched out his hand and tugged at his tie, his shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and looked at her twice: "I have everything in my house except you."

Fu Zhi: "..."

She threw the coat into Duan Zheng's arms, "Can you talk nicely, I didn't mess with you."

"If you really don't want to, there's no need to force yourself to chase me just to deal with your family!!"

The gentle voice slowly resounded in his ears, the ending was soft and sweet.

Duan Zheng was slightly startled, looked at Fu Zhi's back, his eyes darkened slightly, he stepped forward with his long legs, put one hand on the back of the sofa, jumped over, and subconsciously stood in front of Fu Zhi, blocking her way to go.

Fu Zhi was taken aback for a moment, before waiting for a response, a slightly deep voice fell into his ear:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"What did you say, huh?"

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, broke free, and repeated patiently: "I said—"

"Since you don't want to, there's no need to forcefully chase me for the sake of your family."

Duan Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, his heart seemed to be sliced ​​open with a blunt knife, the pain was so painful that he couldn't breathe.

Even the hands loosely placed on her shoulders tightened uncontrollably.

He gritted his teeth: "Who doesn't want to? And who thinks it's forced?"

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and did not speak.

Duan Zheng lowered his eyes to look at her, and put his big hand on her shoulder with a little force.

The eyes of the man in front of him were very deep and deep, and there was an unspeakable emotion.

In the next second, Duan Zheng pushed her against the door. Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, caught off guard. Before she could react, her soft lips fell down instantly with a faint scent of mint and lime.

Fu Zhi's eyes widened, her small face was full of bewilderment, and she just stared at him blankly.

His kiss was urgent and crazy, as if it was out of control.

Fu Zhi's heart skipped a beat, her earlobes were very small, they were already flushed at that moment, even her cheeks were dyed a light pink, gentle and lovely.

She felt that the air in her lungs was about to be sucked dry, sobbed and struggled, and let out a soft moan, the voice was extraordinarily soft and attractive.

The more she hides and struggles, the more Duan Zheng won't let her go.

"Well……"

Fu Zhi's small hand gently pushed Duan Zheng's chest.

next second.

But the man pinched her on the top of her head, and a low and provocative voice sounded beside her ears:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"I give you time to make you like me, not to let me watch you fall in love with someone else again. I'm not as magnanimous as you think!"

Fu Zhi was silent for a moment, moved her lips slightly, and just wanted to ask him if he misunderstood something.

The warm lips fell down again, Fu Zhi couldn't help shrinking back, her heart was beating wildly, the more Fu Zhi avoided him, the more Duan Zheng wouldn't let her go .

"Hmm... Guoguo 'Brother'..."

Fu Zhi kicked Duan Zheng, and Duan Zheng vaguely heard the word "brother", and was slightly stunned, his enchanting peach eyes were full of shock and joy.

Fu Zhi pushed him away forcefully, and Duan Zheng took two steps back.

Seeing the helplessness flashing in Fu Zhi's eyes, he took advantage of the situation to cover his stomach, squatted down, his sword eyebrows were slightly frowned, and the expression on his face was extremely uncomfortable.

Fu Zhi squatted down subconsciously, and asked, "What's wrong with you? Are you... uncomfortable?"

The little girl's voice was warm and soft, mixed with a bit of worry.

Duan Zheng shook his head, "It's okay, I can't die."

Fu Zhi glared at him, with a stern face, helped him back to the room.

She raised her hand to turn on the headlight in the master bedroom, and couldn't help but ask, "Where's the medicine? Where is it?"

Duan Zheng shook his head again: "No."

Fu Zhi: "Then what should you do if your stomach hurts?"

Duan Zheng pulled the corners of his lips and smiled lightly. He raised his eyes to look at him, his eyelids were clearly creased: "Hold it, you'll get used to the pain, haven't you died after so many years?"

(End of this chapter)