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Chapter 55 "Brother Can't Resist"

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Fu Zhi: "..."

She stretched out her hand to hit Duan Zheng, and quickly got up from Fu Zhi's body.

Then he asked, "Why are you sleeping here?"

Duan Zheng lifted the blanket and buttoned his shirt with one hand.

"Fu Jiujiu—"

"Isn't it you who hugged me and cried and refused to let me go?"

Fu Zhi frowned: "...I can't! I absolutely can't cry with you, I'm not a child anymore."

Fu Zhi didn't believe his words at all, except for the few years when he went abroad to study, Fu Zhi would occasionally cry and tell Jiang Li that he missed him, and in the following years, the name Duan Zheng never appeared again. up.

Duan Zheng had a panoramic view of all the little emotions on Fu Zhi's face.

He raised his eyebrows slightly, paused with his fingers, and pulled his shirt lightly.

next second.

The button of the shirt just fell apart.

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she couldn't help but said, "What exactly do you want?"

As soon as she raised her small head, she bumped into the man's quiet eyes unexpectedly, and a frivolous and slutty arc was drawn at the corner of his lips.

"I didn't want to do anything."

"I just want you to see, is there any difference between the 24-year-old brother's abs and the 17-year-old's?"

Fu Zhi looked at it lightly, pondered for a while, and then said: "It's just—"

"It's okay, just okay."

She paused for a while and said, "I've seen quite a few of them, and some are prettier than you—"

Before he finished speaking, Duan Zheng stretched out his hand to grab Fu Zhi's little hand, and pulled him into his embrace.

His fingers lightly landed on the side of Fu Zhi's neck, he paused every word, and said softly:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"Am I pretty, or are other men pretty?"

Fu Zhi raised her eyes slightly, and met his gaze, with a faint smile on the corner of her lips:
"Duan Zheng."

"You seem to be dreaming, how dare you compare yourself with others?"

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhi trotted into the bathroom at an exceptionally fast speed.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng received a call from his family.

Duan Zheng frowned slightly: "I won't go back, I'll tell you on the phone if I have something to do."

Fu Zhi came out of the bathroom just in time to hear what Duan Zheng said.

She was slightly taken aback, stretched out her hand to lightly tug on his sleeve, and whispered, "What's wrong?"

Duan Zheng recalled what old man Duan said just now, and seeing the cautious look of the little girl in front of him, he felt inexplicably irritated.

He reached out and rubbed her little head, and let her sit on the sofa.

Duan Zheng squatted halfway in front of Fu Zhi, his gentle eyes fell on Fu Zhi's face, and said in a low voice: "Fu Jiujiu, no matter how you bully brother, brother will not be angry, and you don't have to be careful, you There will always be privilege with me."

Fu Zhi hummed lightly: "Okay."

She whispered: "My brother said, if you want to bully me, he will introduce me to your uncle."

Duan Zheng: "..."

"When you see me, you have to call me—"

Duan Zheng stretched out his hand to cover the little girl's mouth, "Don't, it's a little scary to talk about it, I can't resist it."

Fu Zhi: "...QAQ"

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Fu Zhi brought the breakfast to the table, and after waiting for a few minutes, Duan Zheng moved his chopsticks.

Fu Zhi coughed lightly, patted the dining table with her small hand, and said softly: "Boss Duan, if I don't eat, I will be late for work."

"……Hold on."

Duan Zheng responded, and slid his slender fingers lightly on the phone screen.

He's never been one to stare at his phone all the time.

It's just...it's a little weird today.

Fu Zhi waited for another 2 minutes before Duan Zheng put down his phone and had breakfast with her.

At the dinner table, there was a lot of silence.

Fu Zhi'an drank the preserved egg and lean meat porridge quietly, without even giving him a look.

For a moment, Duan Zheng was a little dazed, and then thought of what happened just now, and he probably knew exactly why Fu Zhi was angry.

"Fu Jiujiu."

Fu Zhi hummed lightly, and put a glass of milk in front of Duan Zheng, "What are you doing?"

Duan Zheng: "I dug a hole for my uncle, he's going on a blind date soon."

He paused inadvertently, and then whispered: "There is a high probability that you will never get involved in this lifetime."

Fu Zhi snorted: "If you bully me, I'll marry your little uncle, little uncle."

Duan Zheng: "..."

He chuckled: "Impossible, you have no chance."

"By the way-"

"Arrange blind dates for all the single men in the Duan family and the side branches."

"The old man hand-picked it, you have no chance."

Fu Zhi: "..."

She really didn't expect Duan Zheng to take this sentence seriously.

She seemed... to have underestimated Duan Zheng a bit.

Fu Zhi rested her chin with one hand, and looked at Duan Zheng who was sitting opposite.

"I take back what I said in the room now, is there... is it too late?"

Duan Zheng leaned lazily on the chair, raised his brows lightly, and opened his thin lips lightly:
"Kiss me—"

"Then it will never be too late."

Fu Zhi: "...QAQ"

She cleared the dining table and was not in a hurry to go to the studio, but sat on the carpet and edited videos with a computer.

She waved her small hand towards Duan Zheng, "Boss Duan, work hard, I will find time to see you."

Duan Zheng slightly hooked his lips, "I'm going to work, not to prison, little Jiujiu, don't go too far~"

Fu Zhi blinked her fox eyes, looked up at him with her small face, and asked seriously: "Boss Duan, you are going to be late for work, why don't you leave?"

Duan Zheng put his fingers together and waved at her.

He whispered, "Jiujiu, come here."

His voice is deep and sexy, but also extraordinarily magnetic.

Fu Zhi closed the computer, and then she walked towards the entrance.

Duan Zheng lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, "I'm going to work, why don't you give me a hug?"

Fu Zhi bulged her cheeks, and frowned: "I thought you went to prison, it's the kind of—"

"If you go, you can't come back."

In the next second, the man's slender fingers landed on Fu Zhi's forehead and tapped lightly.

"Fu Jiujiu—"

"You come with me."

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, "Why?"

Duan Zheng: "I'm afraid you'll cuckold me."

Fu Zhi: "..."

This stalk is impossible.

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Dedicated to the group.

Fu Zhi followed Duan Zheng and glanced at the group's name.

She shook her head lightly, "Those who don't know think you have a crush on me?"

Duan Zheng's fingers paused slightly, and he lowered his eyes slightly to look at the little glutinous rice dumpling beside him.

Those peach-blossom eyes were calm and calm, as if without any emotion.

Even the straight lip line was raised with an undetectable arc.

"Oh, yes."

"I've been waiting for so long, how did you find out, you little heartless one?"

His voice was low and gentle, each word paused, slowly falling on the tip of her heart.

Hearing his half-joking and half-serious answer, Fu Zhi's heart still trembled uncontrollably.

He didn't know what he thought of, so he lowered his eyes and smiled.

Fu Zhi's eyes were shining brightly, and the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a shallow arc, which was really pretty.

"Duan Zheng."

"I was so young at that time, and you actually made such a thought, you are really not human!"

(End of this chapter)