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Chapter 45 "Where can you find such a good 'enemy' of mine?"

Fu Zhi went to the second bedroom to say hello to Jiang Li, and then went to the studio.

Duan Zheng was a little worried that Fu Zhi was alone, so he just stayed in the studio and didn't leave.

Fu Zhi had no choice but to bring him some fruit, and then went to class.

Fu Zhi's studio usually has a lot of people coming, not to mention a handsome guy standing on the stage in advance.

"Hello, may I ask Teacher Fu Zhifu, is she there?"

A woman in her forties led a little girl of fourteen or fifteen years old.

Duan Zheng hummed lightly, and then responded: "She is giving a class to the students... Wait a moment, she will finish class in about 10 minutes."

She nodded slightly: "Thank you."

Then, he sat on the sofa in the living room, quietly waiting for Fu Zhi to finish his get out of class.

This little girl is a student of Fu Zhi's studio, and she brought her mother here today to pay her dance fee for the second half of the year.

The waiting process is always long, the little girl took out her mobile phone and clicked on the WeChat group.

[Reminiscing about me: Aww, Mr. Fu has changed to a handsome guy to be the receptionist! ! 】

There were probably some students on the way, so they replied to her directly.

[Deputy Squad Leader: No, if nothing else happens, this should be our Xiao Fu's suitor! 】

Because Fu Zhi was not a few years older than them, and would mingle with them in private, even if their little Fu Xiaofu yelled, Fu Zhi didn't stop them.

As long as they are in class, every student will still respectfully call out Teacher Fu.

【Yikusiwo:...? 】

The little girl raised her eyes slightly, then secretly glanced at Duan Zheng, and couldn't help asking: "Sorry, I want to ask..."

Duan Zheng's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was cold, and he interrupted her, "Well, I am indeed your teacher Fu's boyfriend."

After Fu Zhi finished the course, she just arrived at the living room when she heard what Duan Zheng said.

She raised her hand and took a black peaked cap, and put it directly on Duan Zheng's head, "Boss Duan, are you in a hurry?"

Then I came to the side of the sofa and said hello to the two people: "Have you been waiting for a long time, next time you don't have to come so early~"

"..."

In about ten minutes, the parents of the students left after paying the tuition fees.

Fu Zhi leaned lazily by the door with her arms around her shoulders, watching the pedestrians and vehicles passing by on the street.

Suddenly, a suit jacket fell on Fu Zhi's shoulder.

Fu Zhi turned her head slightly, glanced at the man beside her, and asked, "Duan Zheng, is your company going to close down, huh?"

"No." Duan Zheng stretched out his hand to straighten the hair hanging from her ears, "Why do you always hope that your brother's company will go bankrupt?"

Fu Zhi pouted, "Because—"

"I have 'vengeance' with you!"

The little girl's voice was warm and soft, and she didn't look like she was trying to settle accounts with his 'enemy' at all.

Duan Zheng bent down slightly, propped his big bony hands on the glass door, and leaned over.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"If you want to take revenge, then marry me, brother is up to you, you can do whatever you want!"

As soon as Fu Zhi raised her eyes, she met his deep and charming eyes.

He just happened to look over, and the moment her eyes met, her heart skipped a beat.

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows lightly, with a faint smile on the corners of his mouth and eyes, looking bad and gentle.

Fu Zhi withdrew her gaze, rubbed her knuckles, and replied perfunctorily: "Let's talk about it! I haven't had a serious relationship yet. If I just marry you like this, it seems... a little bit of a loss."

After the words fell, Duan Zheng's soul-stirring peach blossom eyes were particularly touching.

His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was extraordinarily seductive:

"No loss."

"It's not a loss at all to use the 'enemy' as an on-call cash machine. Think about it, where can you find such a good 'enemy' like me, huh?"

Fu Zhi hung her small head and rubbed her knuckles, and whispered softly: "Brother Jiang Xu said that if I can't find a boyfriend, he will introduce me."

Duan Zheng: "..."

He reached out and rubbed his eyebrows, "Your brother Jiang Xu doesn't even have a girlfriend, so what do you expect from him?"

Fu Zhi lifted her chin lightly, and signaled, "You didn't and you didn't, and you still talk about others."

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows indifferently, and moved closer, his deep and clear voice slowly fell into his ears:

"Fu Jiujiu—"

"You nod your head, isn't your brother already there?"

Hearing this, Fu Zhi's twinkling fox eyes slightly bent, and beckoned to him, and Duan Zheng also moved towards her.

"Duan Zheng."

Duan Zheng hummed lightly, "What?"

"You have wrinkles!"

Fu Zhi pointed to the corner of Duan Zheng's eyes, "I don't like it, old man! Man!"

Duan Zheng: "..."

He reached out and grabbed the little girl's wrist, and brought her back. His clear voice was slightly lowered, and slowly fell into her ears:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"I'm old or not, how will I know if I don't try?"

The distance between the two of them was so close that their breathing seemed to be intertwined.

Fu Zhi's ear tips also had a faint pink color, which looked extraordinarily attractive.

Then, a man's low and seductive voice sounded in my ears:
"Be patient—"

"Don't be shy, brother hasn't done anything yet, why are you blushing, huh?"

Fu Zhi reached out to push him away, and turned up the volume, "I didn't, I didn't!"

"Well, you didn't."

Duan Zheng agreed obediently, and then said in a low voice: "I do, brother...you are blushing, okay?"

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and whispered, "If you bully me like this again, I will ignore you!"

Duan Zheng rubbed her little head, and also followed the little guy who was on the verge of exploding, "Well, brother is wrong, don't ignore me, okay?"

Fu Zhi ignored him, changed her clothes and went to class.

—

Unknowingly, Beicheng ushered in the first snow in winter.

Fu Zhi was wrapped in a small blanket, and just nestled on the sofa.

There is no big light in the living room, only a soft small warm lamp.

Her eyes fell on the LCD TV screen, which was broadcasting a piece of news.

"A clothing designer named Lin is suspected of intentional homicide, kidnapping, and illegal detention..."

Fu Zhi gathered the blanket around her body, took two sips of warm water beside her.

Fu Zhi stretched out her hand and rubbed her neck, moved a little, and then turned off the LCD TV.

As soon as it was closed, the doorbell rang.

Fu Zhi wrapped herself in a small blanket and went to open the door. The person who came was none other than Duan Zheng.

Fu Zhi was slightly taken aback, tilted her head and glanced at him, "You...are you on a business trip?"

He wore a black overcoat on his arm, and crystal clear snowflakes fell on his short black hair.

Subconsciously, Fu Zhi stood on tiptoe and patted the snowflakes off his head with her small hands.

Duan Zheng reached out and grabbed her wrist, warmed it in his hand, "Stop taking pictures, take another picture—"

"Brother can't wait for you impatiently!"

His voice is gentle, every word is paused, which is especially heart-warming.

(End of this chapter)