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Chapter 49 "You don't want to marry me? Then who do you want to marry? Tan Zhengyu?"

Fu Zhi's whole body froze, her hands clenched tightly into small fists, she felt as if a rusty knife had been gently stabbed in her body, the dull pain made it difficult to breathe.

Fu Zhi poured him a glass of warm water, put it on the bedside table, then turned and left the room.

Duan Zheng didn't know what he thought of, so he got out of bed and followed.

Fu Zhi was carrying the ingredients and was about to open the door, when she heard the hurried footsteps behind her, she turned her head slightly and glanced at Duan Zheng.

Duan Zheng stood beside her with an uneasy look on that fair and clear little face, clutching his stomach, his eyelids drooping slightly, looking at her, and said in a low voice:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Do you still have a conscience?"

Fu Zhi said softly, "I'm sorry, I really don't have this thing."

Duan Zheng's big, slender hand covered Fu Zhi's small hand on the doorknob.

The warm and dry palm tightly wrapped Fu Jiujiu's little hand.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Can't you just try to like me?"

His voice was deep and clear, but also vaguely mixed with grievances.

Fu Zhi reached out and pulled his big hand away, "I'm going to cook, I'm hungry too."

—

The next day.

At nine o'clock in the morning, I saw the dessert shop for the first time.

Fu Zhi poked Mango Melaleuca, but couldn't arouse interest at all.

Jiang Li glanced at her, and asked softly: "What happened to this, this look of bitterness and hatred, who provoked you?"

"No one," Fu Zhi said with a wry smile, "I seem to be in trouble again..."

Jiang Li also twitched the corner of her lips lightly, laughed at herself, and couldn't help but said, "Good sisters, we should stumble together."

Fu Zhi raised her eyebrows lightly, as if smelling gossip: "What's going on?"

The two have been good friends for so many years, so naturally they talked about everything, directly.

"Didn't I tell you a while ago that I fell in love with a man?"

Fu Zhi nodded her head, took a sip of the pearl milk tea, sucked in several pearls, and chewed them in her mouth like this.

"I just found out that this man is a boy I had a crush on before..."

Fu Zhi patted the table with her little hand, "Little Lizi, little Lizi, why don't you change your mind?"

She said again: "If I remember correctly, he is about to graduate from college. I heard that my younger brother is a milk and a wolf. If he likes it, he will chase him. If he can't -"

"Big deal, take a sack and tie it home, it's so simple and you can't learn it, do you think you're stupid?"

Jiang Li curled her lips, "He went to the police academy and graduated as a police officer. You can tie one up and try?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

She whispered: "I don't like the police, little brother, why should I tie him up?"

Jiang Li hummed softly: "Well, you... like the youngest son of the Duan family——"

"Duan Zheng!"

Fu Zhi pursed her lower lip, "We're both in the same boat, don't talk about each other, do you hear me?"

Jiang Li rested her chin with one hand, looked at Fu Zhi, and always felt that something was wrong.

"Fu Jiujiu!"

Fu Zhi took a sip of milk tea, then slightly raised her eyes to look at her, "What's wrong?"

She poked Fu Zhi's little head, "Are you making spicy duck feet behind my back again?"

Fu Zhi suddenly thought of something, and responded, "I want to eat spicy food when I'm not happy, the spicier the better!"

—

Fu Zhi gathered his coat and went back to the studio, and told the students about the upcoming itinerary.

"2021 Linxuan New Year's Eve party, I will take a few of you there..."

"The next step is to be invited to participate in performances, and they are all small, so don't be nervous."

"..."

In the next week, Duan Zheng didn't catch Fu Zhi's shadow at all.

However, every morning the takeaway brother would always bring him a breakfast.

It's just... Fu Zhi didn't do it.

Today, early in the morning.

Duan Zheng received a breakfast as usual, and at the first sip, he raised his brows slightly, and a faint smile appeared on the corners of his lips.

He took a photo as usual and sent it to Fu Zhi.

As soon as the photo was sent, a red exclamation point popped up.

In the next second, another line of small words popped up in the chat interface:
The message has been sent, but was rejected by the other party.

Duan Zheng raised his hand and rubbed his brow bone, but still couldn't help but chuckled.

After more than ten minutes, Duan Zheng sent another WeChat message.

This time, he was not locked in a small black room, and the message could be sent normally.

The little girl's temper comes and goes quickly.

And at this moment, the mobile phone at hand "ticked", rang, and a message popped up.

Duan Zheng glanced at the news.

It was Fu Zhi's studio who posted a Weibo.

#2021林荣New Year’s Eve Party……#
Lin delusional?

Duan Zheng exited the Weibo interface and directly dialed his assistant's mobile phone.

_
The sun sets in the west, afterglow.

The sky in the distance is gradually blooming with brocade, like color spread, even the streetscape is also dyed with a layer of brilliant light.

Fu Zhi walked out of the rehearsal venue slowly, a gust of cold wind hit her face, she stretched out her hand to gather the coat on her body.

Just about to stop the car, a black Porsche slowly stopped beside Fu Zhi.

In the next second, the door was gently pushed open from the inside.

The man was wearing a simple and clean white sweater with black trousers on his lower body.

The gentle sunlight in the afternoon fell on his eyelashes, and it seemed to be shimmering.

When looking at her, those enchanting peach blossom eyes were raised slightly, the pupils were black and bright, and there was a slight smile on his lips.

The slightly curved arc looks like a young man who is clean and gentle.

It seemed to coincide with the clean and handsome boy in her deep memory.

Everyone should be born facing the sun, and to Fu Zhi at that time, he was her light.

Like a person walking alone in the dark, he was like a ray of light that illuminated her whole world, making her never want to forget it for the rest of her life.

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and said with a smile: "Fu Jiujiu, can you be a little bit promising?"

"Ok?"

This sentence successfully brought Fu Zhi back to reality from the memories.

"It's not very pretty, as for—"

"You're stunned, I never thought my charm could be so great?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

She took out a fudge from her pocket and threw it into her mouth, before asking, "Why are you here?"

Duan Zheng snorted softly: "If I don't come here again, my future wife will run away with someone!"

Duan Zheng bent slightly, and moved closer, "Fu Jiujiu, if my future wife runs away—"

"You have to pay me one!"

Fu Zhi frowned: "I don't want it, I won't pay!"

After all, isn't she still herself!

The little girl immediately turned up the volume, and she almost said no all over her face.

Duan Zheng couldn't help feeling sour when he thought of the scenes he had encountered in the past few days.

He took a step forward, quickly pressed Fu Zhi on his shoulder, and pressed it tightly against his chest.

A deep and gentle voice fell beside my ear:
"Fu Jiujiu!"

"You just don't want to marry me? Then who do you want to marry? Tan Zhengyu?"

(End of this chapter)