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Chapter 8 Dog Things

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and her little head was turned to the side. A bunch of little hairs on the top of her head swayed gently in the wind, rippling out a gentle and lovely arc.

Duan Zheng was attracted by her little doll again, and stretched out his big hand to smooth her little doll.

The little guy frowned, and his little face still had that little expression of reluctance and had to bear it, which was really a bit cute.

The big hands with slender and slender jade joints gently rubbed the top of her head, the corners of his lips curled up, looking at the little girl who was half-circled by him with his deep and charming peach blossom eyes, he said softly:
"Chirp—"

"Let's make up, shall we?"

Fu Zhi lowered her head and tugged at the ribbon on her clothes. When she heard this, she held the ribbon tightly with her little hands and raised her voice, "What do you mean we are reconciled? We haven't had a good time at all. How can we get reconciled..."

Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, looking at her puffy look, he felt a little funny.

How many years have passed, why are you still angry.

Duan Zheng supported the railing with both hands, and even his body stepped back, leaving a certain safe distance.

Fu Zhi patted his arm lightly with her small hand, "Let go and I'll talk to you."

After Fu Zhi finished speaking, he didn't get a response for a long time, and when she raised her eyes, she bumped into his smiling eyes.

Due to the difference in height between the two, Duan Zheng kept his head down when talking to him.

His brows and eyes are gentle, and under the thick eyelashes, those deep eyes seem to have small hooks invisible, hooking people's hearts itchy, as if they can fall into them if they are not careful.

Fu Zhi clenched her small fists vigorously, trying to control her emotions, she must not be fooled by this dog's face for a second time.

Suddenly, the dog in front of him laughed out loud.

His laughter came from the deepest part of his throat, with a wanton and lazy sexy tone.

It has to be said that after so many years, she still has nothing to do with him.

When she was a teenager, she would also be fascinated by Duan Zheng's face.

At that time, she was still young and didn't understand that some people couldn't like it.

While she is working hard, he is also working hard, and she will never catch up with him.

The age, knowledge, and experience between them have become a huge gap, separating the two on both sides of the galaxy.

Thinking about it, Fu Zhi raised her eyes slightly, with a faint smile on her lips, "Duan Zheng, have you ever heard of someone who would fall on a man's body twice?"

The little girl's voice was soft and waxy, and she could vaguely feel a trace of grievance.

Even when Fu Zhi's sullen little face fell into his eyes, he thought it was so cute.

"Yes, like me."

I have planted on you more than once.

The distance was very close, and Fu Zhi could clearly see the curvature of his lips.

"..."

Who is this kidding! !
Fu Zhi puffed her cheeks and glared at him, "I can't talk to you anymore, let's not talk anymore."

Saying that, Fu Zhi pushed him away, turned around and was about to leave this place.

And at this moment, Duan Zheng held her wrist loosely through the sleeve of the sweater, and Fu Zhi took advantage of the situation and turned to look at him.

The man's brows and eyes were drooping, and the corners of his lips were drawn down, looking pitiful, weak and helpless.

Fu Zhi's breathing was slightly stagnant, and he watched the performance of this dog thing calmly.

Duan Zheng sighed, looked at her helplessly, and a clear voice fell into his ear, with a bit of aggrieved tone:
"Student Xiao Fu."

"Are you... you don't want me anymore?"

(End of this chapter)