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Chapter 5 You Hold My Hand and You Are Mine

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Although Duan Zheng was far away, he could still see Fu Zhi's little expression in his eyes.

He shook his head helplessly, crossed his legs, and rested his slender fingers on his knees.

His hands were long and slender, with clear joints, against the light, there was a little coldness.

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, he never thought his hands were still so beautiful after so many years.

Fu Zhi suppressed the other emotions in her eyes, and put the cut fruit on the coffee table.

I was embarrassed to go upstairs like this, so I could only reluctantly sit on the low strawberry stool.

Fu Zhi also couldn't understand what they were talking about at work, so she could only stay aside and check Weibo.

She has always had a Weibo account, which is the official account of her dance studio, and occasionally shares the dance works of her students, and has not many fans.

She just logged on to Weibo and found that her fans on Weibo had increased by more than 100 million.

Fu Zhi gasped, this account has been open for two years, the number of followers is pitiful, at most two or three a day, sometimes even none.

Doubts are doubts, maybe her unreliable little uncle bought her a "zombie fan".

Fu Zhi clicked on the homepage, and saw the number one "Duan Zheng" on the hot search list.

"..."

Fu Zhi's little hand paused slightly, and accidentally clicked in.

There was a voice of talking on the phone, and Fu Zhi nervously turned the voice to silent.

Fortunately, they were chatting about work, and no one paid attention to her small movements.

This is an interview video intercepted by an Internet celebrity and posted.

In the video, the man is dressed in a suit and leather shoes, sitting upright, with his slender hands resting casually on his legs, his eyes are stern and dignified.

His voice was cold, gentle and polite, with just the right sense of alienation.

Fu Zhi's eyes kept falling on the pair of big hands on his lap.

This is definitely the benefit of manual control and face control. Even Fu Zhi couldn't help but look at it for a while, one can imagine how good-looking it is.

Not long after this video was posted, the number of comments and retweets was unbelievable, and it didn't take long for it to rush to the hot search list.

[Ahhh, Duan Zheng's hands are too good-looking, the benefits of hand control! ! 】

[I really love it so much! !Duan Zheng is too handsome! ! 】

[From today onwards, Duan Zheng is my new husband! ! 】

[Look at my nickname, I'm Duan Zheng's wife, don't grab me! ! 】

Seeing this, Fu Zhi's lips were slightly dimpled, which was really pretty.

Suddenly, a slightly low and sexy voice came from my ear:
"Chirp—"

"What are you looking at?"

Fu Zhi was taken aback, quickly pressed the button and buckled the phone directly on her lap, with a guilty conscience on her face.

As soon as Fu Zhi raised her eyes, she met his deep gaze, a little guilty but she didn't deliberately avoid him.

The man has sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, deep eyebrows and eyes, a tough and sharp jaw line, and a tall and straight figure.

The him in front of him is even better and more dazzling than the one in the video.

He's like the light, and always has been.

Duan Zheng had a panoramic view of her little expression, he slowly raised his eyebrows, and said in a low voice, "Look at my hand..."

Fu Zhi's eyes fell on his hands, the joints were slender and clear, and there was a sense of coldness against the light.

Fu Zhi commented very face-saving, "It looks good, you look the best."

Duan Zheng chuckled, and he spread out his hand, in the palm of which lay a delicately packaged candy.

It's Fu Zhi's favorite brand of fudge. It's sweet and delicious.

Duan Zheng raised his jaw slightly, motioning for Fu Zhi to come and get the candy.

In the end, Fu Zhi didn't resist the temptation, met his seductive gaze, put her little hand in his palm, and went to get the candy.

next second.

Duan Zheng quickly grabbed her soft and boneless little hand and rubbed his fingers lightly. He said softly:
"Chirp—"

"Take my hand and you're mine..."

　Fu Zhi: "This can also be QAQ"

　　Duan Zheng: "Okay, I don't mind QvQ if you want more"

　　
　
(End of this chapter)