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Chapter 51 "Chasing You, I Want It"

His voice was deep and sexy, with an unspeakable emotion.

Standing outside the door, just in the shade, the light and shadow outline the clear outline.

Fu Zhi's fingertips paused slightly, and she raised her eyes slightly to look at him, "You are probably the best choice among all my choices."

She whispered, "It's just the best choice, nothing more!"

Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, and a charming smile appeared on his lips.

Understand the hidden meaning of her words——

"I had no choice but to choose you. It was definitely not because I was interested in sex!"

"Fu Jiujiu." Duan Zheng put one hand in his pocket and chuckled mischievously, "Is it really that difficult to admit that you are attracted to me?"

Fu Zhi was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help turning up the volume, "Who... who likes you?"

In the next second, a slender finger landed on Fu Zhi's cheek, and with a little force on her thumb and index finger, she pinched it gently.

Then, whispered: "I didn't say you like me, I just said—"

"You're attracted to me."

He opened his thin lips lightly, paused every word, and the deep and clear voice fell in his ears, and then slowly fell into the bottom of his heart, causing slight ripples.

Fu Zhi didn't want to play this word game with him, so he kicked him out directly.

Duan Zheng rubbed her little head lightly, the corners of her eyes and lips curled up.

"Fu Jiujiu—"

"If you don't agree again, Brother Tie will also tie you to my side."

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, and there were some things in her heart that she didn't dare to think about.

Her eyes trembled slightly, she pursed her lower lip, hesitated, and then asked tentatively, "You mean...you like me?"

Duan Zheng: "..."

"do not like you--"

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, as if her heart was tightly pinched, unable to breathe.

Duan Zheng said again: "If I don't like you, why should I chase you, or do you think I'm free now, and I have nothing to do?"

He thought for a while and explained: "My family really wants us to be together, but—"

"Chasing you is what I want. If I don't want to, no one can force me!"

There was a curve around his lips, soft light fell down, and the eyelashes shone with tiny bits of light, making him look extraordinarily gentle.

—

That night, Duan Zheng tossed and turned in bed and didn't sleep well.

My mind is full of Fu Jiujiu's transformation from a young girl in love to a better adult.

"Hi, I'm Fu Zhi!"

"Brother, I don't know how to do this question, can you explain it for me?"

"Brother Duan Zheng, my brother asked me to give this to you."

"elder brother……"

"You have to eat on time and take care of yourself. Sadness can't solve the problem, and people always have to look forward."

"Brother? Are you fighting again?"

"Brother, are you in pain?"

"..."

"What does it have to do with you whether I learn or not? You are not my brother, so what right do you have to control me?"

"Duan Zheng! I don't need you to control me!"

"Duan Zheng! You still want to hit me? My brother never hit me!"

"Don't go too far, I've said it all, I didn't write this..."

Duan Zheng suddenly woke up from the dream, he raised his hand and rubbed the bone of his brow.

The small warm lamp was turned on in the master bedroom, and under the dim light, a hint of distress flashed in those enchanting peach blossom eyes.

He lifted the quilt and went to the study.

In the study room, Duan Zheng rested his slender fingertips on the switch, and reached out to turn on the warm-toned headlights.

The bookshelves on one side are full of professional books, and the bookshelves on the other side are all gifts from Fu Zhi.

With one hand in his pocket, he leaned against the desk, looking at the pile of presents.

When did he throw away the gift she gave him?Why doesn't he know?
I'm afraid the little girl has misunderstood something, and she doesn't know what is going on in that little head?

...

Five in the morning.

Duan Zheng came back from running in the morning and went back to the kitchen to cook a breakfast for Fu Zhi himself.

Only then did he knock on the door of Fu Zhi's room.

Ding-dong-

The doorbell rang, and Fu Zhi was a light sleeper, and could wake up with a little movement.

Not to mention the ringing of the doorbell, Fu Zhi rubbed her sleepy eyes and ran to open the door in a daze.

Duan Zheng waited for two or three minutes before Fu Zhi opened the door from the inside.

The little girl was wearing fluffy pajamas, and there was a bunch of little hairs on the top of her head.

Fu Zhi frowned: "Why?"

Because she had just woken up, her voice was extraordinarily gentle and soft, seductive without knowing it.

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand to support Fu Zhi's small head, and couldn't help but chuckled, "Fu Jiujiu, are you hungry?"

Fu Zhi shook her head: "No, I'm too sleepy, let me go to sleep, please!"

The little girl clasped her hands together and gently shook Duan Zheng.

Holding her small face, the man took a step forward, directly hugged the sleepy-eyed little girl horizontally, and carried her into the master bedroom.

Fu Zhi woke up instantly, took a look at him, and got into bed directly, covering her little head.

And the exposed ears have turned a faint pink color at a perceivable speed.

Duan Zheng's eyes gradually fell on the tips of her pale pink ears, and a charming smile was drawn on her thin lips.

He propped himself up on the bed with one hand, leaned over slightly, leaned over, and said in a low voice: "I've made breakfast, brother is waiting for you..."

Fu Zhi turned over and snuggled under the quilt to answer.

Duan Zheng left the room, and Fu Zhi got out of bed.

The long rehearsal was a bit overwhelming, and Fu Zhi fell asleep after a short time.

When she woke up, it was already around seven o'clock, and Fu Zhi quickly washed up, ready to go to rehearsal.

She had just opened the door of the master bedroom when she saw Duan Zheng sitting on the sofa in the living room and having a video conference.

Fu Zhi froze for a moment, then remembered that he came over this morning.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng seemed to sense that someone was watching him, and looked back slightly.

For a moment, he was caught off guard and ran into his clean and gentle eyes.

Duan Zheng's thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was gentle:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"Come here, brother."

Fu Zhi glanced at him lightly, "Duan Zheng, I think you're in a hurry!"

She reached into the end table drawer for a jar of her favorite fudge.

From this angle, Duan Zheng could just see the few fudge left in the drawer.

He took out four cans of fudge from his jacket pocket and added more.

Fu Zhi's eyes trembled, and with a slight tap of her fingertips, she put the bottle of fudge into her bag.

Just as she was about to leave, Duan Zheng called softly: "I haven't had breakfast yet..."

Fu Zhi moved her lips, and just about to refuse, Duan Zheng quickly added: "Fu Jiujiu, this is the first time I've made breakfast, and it's for you, don't you want to try it?"

Fu Zhi said aggrievedly, "I...I'm going to be late!"

Hearing this, Duan Zheng quickly took the thermal box and sent Fu Zhi to her rehearsal place.

Along the way, Fu Zhi listened to the song while eating breakfast, and occasionally hummed a few words to find out how he felt.

Before getting out of the car, Duan Zheng reached out and grabbed her wrist, took her into his arms, and hugged her gently:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"When it's over, just give brother a call. Your boyfriend is always on call, always has time, and will always only serve you."

(End of this chapter)