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Chapter 62 "Certification 1"

Duan Zheng was taken aback for a moment, then couldn't help reaching out and rubbing her little head.

He hooked his lips lightly, and the ending sound was uncontrollably drawn out:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"Are you a kid? I don't think my brother even knows to call me, huh?"

Fu Zhi loosened the corner of his clothes, "I lied to you, you really believed it."

After finishing speaking, Fu Zhi ran away, and the soft light fell on her body, looking gentle and lovely.

That was his little girl, and he had thought about the whole youthful little girl.

—

New Year's Eve dinner.

Fu Zhi cooked a large table of dishes, and Fu Yuechen just finished his work and returned home.

The family sat around the dining table, laughing and having fun.

The Fu family did not have the rule of not talking when eating or sleeping. Grandpa Fu is a more lively person.

At the end of the New Year's Eve dinner, as the youngest child in the family, Fu Zhi was also the most beloved little guy in the family, and she received piles of red envelopes.

Fu Zhi stuffed all the red envelopes into her bag.

She picked up a pillow and hugged it in her arms, her twinkling fox eyes bent into a crescent shape.

"It's hard to get through the Chinese New Year, and my rent for next year will be settled again!"

As soon as the words fell, Fu Zhi's small head was hit hard.

"Little Jiujiu."

"Can you be a little promising?"

Fu Yuechen reached out and pulled Fu Zhipa aside, and snatched the pillow from her hand.

Fu Zhi: "..."

She couldn't help reminding: "brother, can you stop bullying me?"

Fu Yuechen: "I didn't bully."

He added: "You can't beat it yourself, and you blame me for bullying you, huh?"

Fu Zhi: "..."

She hid aside and ignored Fu Yueshen.

After more than ten minutes, Fu Zhi took out her mobile phone and complained to Duan Zheng about her brother's "evil deeds".

[Fu Xiaozhi: My brother!he bullies me! 】

[Fu Xiaozhi: Beat him up for me! 】

【Fu Xiaozhi: / Wronged Baba】

Duan Zheng just finished his work at that time, and replied directly to the WeChat message sent by Fu Zhi.

[Duan Dangdang: He doesn't have a girlfriend yet, so let's let him order, shall we? 】

[Duan Dangdang: I'll be there in two days, and my brother will make a good meal for you. 】

When Fu Zhi saw this WeChat message, a faint smile uncontrollably formed on her lips, as bright as light.

—

Early in the morning of the second day of junior high school.

Just as Fu Zhi came back from his morning run, Duan Zheng brought the Duan family over.

Fu Zhi was caught off guard and was stunned for a moment.

Her little hand lightly touched Duan Zheng, and Duan Zheng held her little hand instead.

Duan Zheng handed over the bouquet of roses, and Fu Zhi hugged it in a daze. She raised her eyes slightly to meet Duan Zheng's deep eyes. She always felt that this matter was not that simple.

Fu Zhi put the roses aside, while the elders were chatting.

Fu Zhi dragged Duan Zheng up to the second floor.

"Duan Zheng!"

"What... what's going on?"

Duan Zheng leaned lazily against the wall, raised his hand and pinched Fu Zhi's small face.

"It's nothing."

"Brother is getting old."

Fu Zhi: "...Huh?"

"Getting older--"

"I can't beat the little milk dog anymore, my brother wants to fix you up early."

His voice was low and gentle, word by word, slowly passing by his ears.

Fu Zhi coughed lightly: "Then why didn't you tell me first..."

Fu Zhi bit her lower lip lightly, and stomped her feet again.

She couldn't help but said: "I...how could I call your family like this, I just came back from a morning run!"

Hearing this, Duan Zheng couldn't hold back his laughter.

He bent slightly, leaned over, and quickly placed a kiss on her lips.

All of a sudden, a low and clear voice slowly fell to my ears.

"Fu Jiujiu."

"What are you panicking about?"

Fu Zhi reached out and slapped him away, "You are just like my brother, you know how to bully me!"

Seeing that the little girl was on the verge of exploding again, he reached out and grabbed Fu Zhi's wrist, bringing her directly into his arms, and said in a low voice:
"Fu Jiujiu."

"Don't go, you go, brother has no confidence."

Fu Zhi was taken aback for a moment, raised those foxy eyes to stare at him twice, and whispered, "I...I didn't leave, I'm going to change clothes!"

"I can't wear this dress to meet people, what does it look like?"

Duan Zheng let Fu Zhi go to change clothes.

After waiting for more than ten minutes, Fu Zhi came out of the room slowly.

She was wearing a creamy white sweater dress, and her long chestnut curly hair was tied into a small bun. She looked extraordinarily gentle, yet girlish and cute.

Duan Zheng took her little hand, leaned over slightly, and a deep and clear voice sounded next to his ear:

"My girlfriend."

"Today is very beautiful!"

Fu Zhi raised her eyebrows, and followed Duan Zheng downstairs.

In the living room, the parents of the two families chatted happily.

Fu Zhi learned from their words that the two families had already had a marriage contract.

The blind date was decided by Duan Zheng's mother Shi Jing and Fu Yan.

Shi Jing knew there was a marriage contract, but she still wanted Duan Zheng to make her own choice.

To chase or not to chase, the choice is up to Duan Zheng.

It's just that Shi Jing guessed Duan Zheng's intentions and wanted to facilitate it.

Fu Zhi sat beside Duan Zheng, her white and delicate hands were neatly placed on her lap.

Listening to what the family members said, Fu Zhi felt slight ripples in his heart.

Duan Zheng conjured up a small box of tiramisu cake out of nowhere.

Fu Zhi's eyes lit up instantly, Duan Zheng talked to the family members of the two families, and took Fu Zhi to the restaurant to eat small cakes.

And the two families in the living room also settled down the matter of the two children logically.

When Fu Zhi and Duan Zheng came back from the restaurant, the two families talked about their future child from the engagement banquet to the wedding.

Fu Zhi: "..."

Duan Zheng: "..."

Duan Zheng coughed lightly: "Jiujiu is still young, we are not in a hurry—"

Suddenly, he changed the topic and said in a low voice: "We are not in a hurry to have a child."

Fu Zhi: "..."

After all, I paid by mistake.

Gentle sunlight shines in through the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

It landed on the faces of Fu Zhi and Duan Zheng, making the skin fair and clear, with a faint smile.

Duan Zheng turned his head slightly, glanced at the little girl beside him, and parted his thin lips lightly:

"Fu Jiujiu."

"What are you nervous about, huh?"

His voice is slightly lowered, and his voice is extraordinarily magnetic, seductive and self-aware.

Fu Zhi moved aside slowly, a faint pink color appeared on her cheeks.

Fu Zhi murmured softly, "It's just a little unexpected that I'm getting married at 21, isn't it..."

"A little...too early?"

Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, and his thin lips gently outlined a slight arc:

"I listen to my future wife."

"You decide."

Fu Zhi snorted, and then responded: "Then in the next life, I'm really busy in this life, busy making money, or, see you in the next life?"

Fu Zhi met Duan Zheng's deep eyes, and lightly nodded her head.

(End of this chapter)