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Chapter 9 Break Your Legs

Fu Zhi's eyelids twitched, and she looked at him at a loss, her agile eyes seemed to be shining like a galaxy.

For a while, Fu Zhi didn't react. Fortunately, there were not many people here, so people thought she was a scumbag.

Duan Zheng raised his brows lightly, as if even every strand of his hair carried a little pride that he was bound to win.

Fu Zhi gave up talking to him, "I have nothing to say to you—"

She seemed to pause for a while, her eyes looked up and down on him, and she fell on his long legs, clenched her fists, and threatened:

"Don't dare to talk nonsense!!"

"I'll break your leg!!"

Duan Zheng raised his eyebrows, and nodded indifferently.

The little girl's voice was warm and soft, and she lost her temper like a kitten with a blown fur.

So cute it's a little foul.

The two returned to the villa one after the other. When Fu Yan went downstairs, he saw the little niece with a bad face.

He wanted to quietly go back to the room and lie on the bed and pretend to be dead, but at this moment, Fu Zhi suddenly raised his eyes and looked in his direction.

Fu Zhi pulled the corners of her lips and said softly, "Good morning, little uncle."

Fu Yan: "..."

I'm not good, I'm not fucking good at all.

The mother who didn't know thought it fell into the ice hole, the cold and impersonal voice was exactly the same as that kid, how many Duan Zhengs did he eat?

Afterwards, Duan Zheng who was eaten appeared in front of Fu Yan, and greeted him solemnly: "Little uncle, good morning."

Fu Yan: "..."

I'm not good, I'm not good.

It's hard, it's fucking hard for me.

Taking advantage of Fu Zhi's inattention, Fu Yan pulled Duan Zheng aside and yelled at him, "Why did you mess with my little niece this early in the morning?"

Duan Zheng spread his hands with an innocent face, "No, I have to let her vent her anger, let her pent up anger come out."

"..."

Fu Yan waved his hand and said, "I don't care about you, you can do whatever you want."

He paused for a moment as if inadvertently, and quickly added: "Don't bully my little niece, if you dare to bully her, your head will be screwed off."

Duan Zheng: "..."

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At nine o'clock in the morning, after Fu Zhi finished her dance class, she was asked out by her best friend Jiang Li.

"Jiujiu, can you not be so decadent, isn't it because the blind date is that you have had a crush on—"

Before Jiang Li finished speaking, Fu Zhi killed him with a cold look.

Jiang Li changed the subject, "What's wrong with Duan Zheng, to put it bluntly, you just have a problem with him."

Fu Zhi pursed her lips and did not speak.

Jiang Li sighed, "Think about it carefully, Duan Zheng wants to have a family background and knowledge, isn't it better than those dudes in the circle?"

"..."

Jiang Li looked at her with a relaxed expression, like a personal life mentor, enlightening Fu Zhi.

"Duan Zheng can't find what he wants, why do people come to you, and you—"

Fu Zhi interrupted her with a loud voice, and a bunch of little hairs pouted on the top of her head, "Is it okay not to talk about Duan Zheng?"

Jiang Li immediately fell silent, picked up the milk tea and gulped it down several times.

He ordered another cup of milk tea for Fu Zhi, knowing her habit, added a double serving of pearls.

Fu Zhi supported her small face with her hands, her bright eyes seemed to be filled with the moonlight.

Those slender little hands like green onions poked pearls with straws one after another.

After a while, she said slowly: "Tell me, don't men have a strong desire for revenge, huh?"

Jiang Li: "..."

Good guy, I said that the dog has been fed for a long time.

(End of this chapter)