Tweet his heart

Chapter 50 "If you never forget, there will be echoes."

Fu Zhi was stunned for a moment, and wanted to lift her little head from his arms, but Duan Zheng pressed her into his arms again.

She moved her lips, her voice muffled: "I don't, and I don't like him!"

Fu Zhi was held in his arms and couldn't see at all. The corners of Duan Zheng's mouth curled up at a speed visible to the naked eye and quickly retracted.

Fu Zhi's small hand pushed him slightly, and Duan Zheng let go.

Fu Zhi glared at him angrily, and said angrily, "Duan Zheng, why don't you just suffocate me?"

"..."

Duan Zheng reached out and rubbed her little head, his voice was low and gentle: "I was wrong."

"..."

Fu Zhi lost her temper in an instant, and she didn't know why she was so easy to coax! !

And at this moment, Duan Zheng seemed to catch a glimpse of two sneaky women out of the corner of his eye.

Duan Zheng pulled the corner of his lower lip lightly, he smiled helplessly, stretched out his hand and opened the car door, and took Fu Zhi into the car.

Fu Zhi sat in the co-pilot for a while before recovering.

She said softly: "My brother said he was coming to pick me up, I can't go with you..."

Duan Zheng pressed the back of his head against the seat, turned his head slightly, and looked at the little girl sitting in the co-pilot.

She lowered her eyes, her eyelashes were extremely long and curled, and there was a fine light falling on them. Her long chestnut curly hair was casually draped behind her shoulders, revealing a delicate and gentle side face.

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, "Well, your brother wants to fall in love, and he has no time, so he can only send me over."

Fu Zhi pursed her lips, thinking of something, raised her hand and hit Duan Zheng, "You did it on purpose, you did it on purpose!!"

Duan Zheng curled his lips into a smile, noncommittal.

He steered the steering wheel with one hand, and drove away from Lin Wang's rehearsal venue.

—

As soon as they left, two women came out of the rehearsal room.

"Sister-in-law! It's done! Your daughter-in-law here is too pretty!"

The woman beside him smiled slightly: "Of course, Jiujiu, but I grew up watching it, can it not look good!"

Duan Qingcheng nodded in agreement, and couldn't help asking: "Why don't you let Duan Yu chase after you?"

She shook her head lightly, and watched the Porsche disappear from her sight, then slowly looked away, and said softly: "It's best to be satisfied with things like feelings!"

—

The two went to have dinner together, and then went shopping at the night market for a while before returning home.

The security guard who met them for the first time saw them coming back together, and couldn't help persuading them: "Quarrels and cold wars can't solve the problem, so it's better to talk about what's going on."

Duan Zheng hummed lightly, and put his arms around Fu Zhi's shoulder loosely, "Thank you."

In the next second, Fu Zhi blinked those sparkling fox eyes, "Brother!!"

Her voice was not too loud, and the security guard could just hear her.

Duan Zheng laughed softly, reached out and rubbed her little head, and took her home without caring about the expression on the security guard's face.

In the elevator room, Duan Zheng put one hand in his pocket, and the corners of his eyes and lips curled up slightly, which was extraordinarily beautiful.

Then, Duan Zheng couldn't hold back his laughter, the laughter came from the deepest part of his throat, it was thin but very provocative.

Fu Zhi looked over coldly, "Why are you laughing?"

Duan Zheng met her gaze, and the corners of his raised lips were straightened at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"I'm happy, it's really not easy for you to call me brother..."

His thin lips were lightly parted, and his voice was provocative, each word slowly fell into the bottom of his heart.

With a sound of "ding", the elevator door opened.

Fu Zhi walked forward subconsciously, without paying attention to what was in front of her, so Duan Zheng stretched out his hands to protect her little head, and led her out of the elevator.

The tips of Fu Zhi's ears instantly turned pink.

At the door of the house, Duan Zheng put one hand on the wall and asked tentatively, "You don't like Tan Zhengyu?"

Fu Zhi nodded her head lightly, and hummed lightly with a good temper: "I don't like it, and where did you hear that I like Tan Zhengyu?"

drop--

After the lock was unlocked, Fu Zhi rested her slender fingertips on the doorknob, and looked at him suspiciously.

Duan Zheng shook his head, "Isn't that love letter from your junior high school written to Tan Zhengyu?"

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, and when he thought of this incident, he became furious: "I told you that I didn't write that love letter, I didn't write it!!"

The little girl's voice was warm and soft, mixed with anger.

Duan Zheng frowned slightly, and subconsciously asked, "Who wrote that?"

He thought for a while, and added: "Why didn't you explain it to me if you didn't write it?!"

Fu Zhi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she dragged him in from the door.

"Stop standing here, go in and talk."

The two of them changed their shoes at the entrance, Fu Zhijin pulled on the slippers and sat on the sofa, Duan Zheng walked over and reached out to rub her little head.

His deep voice was slightly lowered, and slowly fell to his ears:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Why didn't you tell me that if I knew it was—"

He paused for a while and said, "How could I be angry with you?"

Fu Zhi sat in a corner of the sofa with a pillow in her arms.

She lowered her head slightly, looking aggrieved and sad.

Just like that, a pitiful little ball nestled in the corner.

Fu Zhi said aggrievedly: "I explained, I... really explained, you didn't listen, and you even threw all the gifts I gave you in the trash can..."

Thinking of this, she felt as if her heart was being pinched tightly by a pair of invisible big hands, making it difficult to breathe.

Duan Zheng was slightly taken aback, and quickly said: "Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"

"Ok?"

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, raised her small head, and looked at him with bright eyes.

Duan Zheng said again: "I have kept all the gifts you gave me, and they are in the study. If you don't believe me, come with me to have a look?"

Fu Zhi pouted, "I don't want it, you are a big liar!"

Saying that, she directly kicked Duan Zheng out of her room.

The moment the door closed, Duan Zheng also figured out some things that he couldn't figure out.

original……

It was he who misunderstood. It turned out that Fu Jiujiu had never liked anyone else from the beginning to the end.

is never!
Duan Zheng looked back at the wall, and laughed out loud with the corners of his lips pulled, his shoulders trembling.

From the deepest throat, the thin laughter was extraordinarily seductive.

In the corridor, soft light fell, outlining the man's figure, tall and straight, with clean and gentle eyes.

In this cold winter, it is also a very happy thing to be able to drive the little girl whom he has secretly loved for many years out of the room with his own hands.

After about half a minute, the door of the room was opened by the little girl from the inside, and he threw over his coat and a medicine box full of various types of stomach medicine.

"Duan Zheng."

"I don't want to marry a—"

"Sick! Seedling! Son!"

She paused every word, her voice was gentle and soft, with a light ending, and the eloquence was pleasant.

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand and grabbed Fu Zhi's wrist subconsciously.

The moment the man held her hand, she felt as if a fine electric current spread from her wrist, and the numbness spread all over her limbs.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"Do you really want to?"

(End of this chapter)