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Chapter 3 I Want to Marry You
Fu Zhi's back was pressed tightly against the railing, and she took a deep, deep breath.

She asked softly, "Is your company bankrupt?"

Duan Zheng: "?"

Fu Zhi said: "It's easy for me to suspect that your company has gone bankrupt and you can't do it any longer. You're going to push my unreliable little uncle..."

The second half of the sentence "commercial marriage with you" twirled on the tip of her tongue and swallowed.

"Say it," Duan Zheng lowered his head, "Why don't you continue talking, huh?"

Fu Zhi lowered her head and gave up struggling, her fair ears turned red again.

Duan Zheng was too close to her, and he suddenly seemed to smell her unique fragrance, which also carried a little bit of strawberry and peach fragrance.

There is a tingling feeling spontaneously, as if even the breathing has lost its original frequency.

Duan Zheng's hand supporting the railing trembled slightly, then clenched into a fist and released it.

Fu Zhi had been thinking about life with her head down all the time, and she didn't see this scene at all.

Duan Zheng smiled silently, and raised his slender fingers to play with the little girl's hair.

A deep and sexy voice sounded in my ears, with a faint smile mixed in:
"Chirp—"

"How long will you stay in my arms?"

Fu Zhi suddenly raised her small head and stared at him, her ears turned red again unknowingly.

Fu Zhi stretched out her hands and rubbed her ears, her small face was full of sincerity, she said softly, "Let go of me, let's have a good talk..."

"Don't run, don't hide?"

Fu Zhi promised: "Don't run, this is my home, don't even think about it, if you run again, where can I go?"

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows slowly, and slowly let go of his hand in doubt.

He folded the suit jacket on his forearm, raised his wrist slightly to reveal half of the silver-white dial.

He waved at her with his fingers together:
"Chirp—"

"Come here, brother."

Fu Zhi didn't bother to pay attention to him, and turned around to get a bottle of peach-flavored soda and handed it to him.

When Duan Zheng was about to take it, Fu Zhi suddenly regretted it and hid aside with a soda.

She blinked her bright fox eyes, "Oh, sorry, I forgot, you—"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Zhi held the opened bottle of soda in his hand when the man beside him snatched it away.

He snatched the bottle of soda and drank a couple of sips, with a faint sweetness of peaches.

Fu Zhi's eyes widened in an instant, pointed at the soda in his hand, and whispered softly, "Duan Zheng, are you being reasonable? I drank it before."

Duan Zheng hummed softly, passed the peach soda in his hand without changing his face, and said in a low voice:
"If you want to drink—"

"I don't mind either."

He nodded to himself, and said in a low voice: "It's quite delicious, you really don't want to taste it, huh?"

Fu Zhi is not as thick-skinned as him. Seeing that the sky is getting late and he is no longer tall, he might have to have dinner here.

Sensing Fu Zhi's intentions, Duan Zheng leaned lazily against the wall, and spoke a second before her, with a serious and serious expression.

As soon as Fu Zhi raised her eyes, she bumped into his two-way quiet and deep eyes.

At this moment, the corner of his mouth outlined a very faint arc.

His eyes were as calm as ink, and his expression was indifferent and arrogant, which gave Fu Zhi a posture of "I am bound to win".

Suddenly, a man's deep and sexy voice came from her ear:
"Jiujiu, listen carefully—"

"I want to marry you."

Fu Zhimei's eyes widened, and she subconsciously asked, "Why?"

She thought for a while and added: "Then why is it me?"

(End of this chapter)