fall in love

Chapter 112 Lingge × Fu Zezhou (27)

Lingge looked at Fu Zezhou in front of him, and suddenly something strange flashed in his heart. Fu Zezhou had never spoken to her in such a gentle tone before, and once in a while, it was only peaceful, like an animal sensing danger. With a general breath, Lingge took a step back. She looked at Fu Zezhou who was not moving for the time being, paused for a while, and then said, "I don't want to."

"I didn't want it before, I don't want it now, and I don't want it in the future." Lingge took a deep breath, and still looked like he was about to say something cruelly: "So Fu Zezhou, don't you understand what I mean?"

"I understand," Fu Zezhou said leisurely. He looked at Lingge's eyebrows and smiled to himself: "I don't know if my fiancée still remembers, but you once said——"

Lingge frowned: "Remember what?"

"Our relationship is based on the purpose that both parties get what they need," Fu Zezhou repeated what Lingge said a long time ago, a smile appeared on his lips, but no matter how he looked at it, he had malicious intentions: Then if I like it in other ways, it doesn't need to be based on the premise of respecting the wishes of both parties. "

"My fiancée likes to argue with me so much about interests, so I might as well talk to my fiancée properly." Fu Zezhou approached Lingge with a sneer, grabbed her arm, pulled her into his arms, and then pulled Lingge into his arms. Gently leaning against the wall, Fu Zezhou grabbed Lingge's waist with his fingertips, as if just putting it there could make Lingge tense up.

"But," Singer Ling stood in front of Fu Zezhou's chest, her eyes met his, she tried her best to adjust her breathing, and tried hard to think of a solution: "But I've thought about it for a long time..."

"The fiancée can be so sympathetic to a group of children." Fu Zezhou didn't give her a chance to speak, but his expression seemed a little bitter. He rubbed Lingge's face with the corner of his lips, and just said: "Why? Can't you have some sympathy for me?"

Ling Ge felt that Fu Zezhou was extremely absurd, she stared at Fu Zezhou with her beautiful eyes, and unconsciously put her hands away: "What do you have to make others sympathize with you?"

"No one loves you?" Fu Zezhou said half-jokingly and half-seriously.

Lingge looked at Fu Zezhou's flash of emotion in his pupils, and felt as if she had been stabbed in the bottom of her heart. She frowned, as if she didn't understand: "Are you short of love?"

"Yes," Fu Zezhou answered very simply. He cupped Lingge's face with both hands, and his usually romantic and amorous black eyes were full of seriousness in his sight of Shanglingge.

Lingge lost his mind for a moment, then struggled again: "Fu Zezhou, you can't use beauty to deceive people."

"But for my fiancée, I seem to have only one trick left." Fu Zezhou kissed Lingge's lips, the movement was soft but with indisputable strength, Lingge's eyelids trembled involuntarily, and when Fu Ze After Zhou let go, Lingge waited for a long time before he could barely breathe.

Her face was blushing and she bit her lip, and she was a little annoyed: "Fu Zezhou! I think you are really shameless!"

"Thank you for the compliment." At this moment, Fu Zezhou looked like an upright gentleman who had just finished his meal. The corners of his mouth were curved in a perfect and dignified way, but his raised fingertips smacked Lingge's bright red lips heavily. Lingge embraced him, felt the temperature of Lingge's body, and then he said: "I don't know how to chase people, and I haven't learned how to chase people. I know that I am not good enough in many places. You can If you bring it up, I will change everything, Linge—”

Fu Zezhou let go of Lingge suddenly, his bright pupils were as bright as the Milky Way: "Try it with me."

Lingge's eyelids trembled slightly, but she couldn't get over the hurdle in her heart, so she said, "Fu Zezhou, love can't trap me."

"Love can't trap you, but I can." Fu Zezhou looked at Lingge and said seriously.

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Lingge didn't go back with Wen Ciyi and the others, saying that they wanted to play for a few more days. After a few days of flying around, Lingge and Fu Zezhou got on the plane to go abroad.

Obviously nothing has changed, but Lingge feels that since that night, everything seems to have changed. She looked at Fu Zezhou who was leisurely reading a book, and suddenly pinched him. Fu Zezhou quickly put down his hand The book in the book, asked softly: "What's the matter, what's wrong?"

Lingge: "..."

Look, it feels like Fu Zezhou's personality has changed, she opened her lips, and then said what she was thinking: "Fu Zezhou, in fact, you don't need to change the personality that everyone likes to treat me better. Compared with your gentle and gentle appearance now, I miss your lazy appearance even more."

Fu Zezhou: "..." He put down the book in his hand, twitched the corner of his mouth and didn't know where to start. Finally, he rubbed his neck and said, "I thought they all liked it, and you would too." like."

"I don't like it," Lingge couldn't help but smile bitterly. She took Fu Zezhou's book and flipped through it casually, and then noticed the title "On the Self-cultivation of a Qualified Boyfriend" written in black on the first page. Introduction is to be a gentle person.

Ling Ge: "..." She put the book away, and said simply and concisely: "Fu Zezhou, don't read this kind of book again."

"It's a disaster for you." Lingge hesitated for a while, and added the following words: "Older youth, it's not very good."

Fu Zezhou: "..." His finger bones curled up, he wanted to laugh but felt a little helpless, his fingertips lightly touched his brow bone, raised his eyebrows as if he remembered something, and said, "Older youth?"

Ling Ge said solemnly: "25 years old, you can be considered an older youth."

"Okay," Fu Zezhou curled his lips and smiled: "How old is the fiancée this year?"

Ling Ge is not straightforward but also strong: "I will always be 18 a flower."

Fu Zezhou: "..." He found it very interesting, with a pampering in his eyes that he couldn't easily detect, he hummed softly, and responded to Lingge's words: "Whatever the fiancee says is right."

The plane landed quickly, and the sky outside the airport was as clear as blue. Occasionally, noisy planes flew across the sky, and their wings left a cotton-white tail line across the sky.

The sun's light came in through the pure glass window, shining gently on Fu Zezhou's body, even his sharp eyebrows could not help but soften, Lingge looked at it for a long time, but finally moved his eyes away.

Both he and Fu Zezhou had to go back to the company to deal with matters. Lingge wanted to say goodbye at the airport, but Fu Zezhou insisted on sending Lingge downstairs to the company, and Lingge had no objection.

Until I got back to the company and sat on a stool.Lingge has just regained a little sense of reality. She is not sure whether Fu Zezhou wants to have a good relationship with her or what, but she may have to change her mind first. This comes from the fact that she has lived for 25 years. Second throbbing.

The first time was in high school, the heartbeat at that time was too hasty, and after a long time, she couldn't tell whether it was a momentary heartbeat or throbbing.

Lingge turned on the computer, looked at the latest e-mail as usual, and after noticing that most of them were meaningless invitations, Lingge clicked delete all with a deadpan face.

She had just had dinner after receiving Jiang Yan's call, Jiang Yan was very noisy there, and she seemed to be in a busy city, Lingge put the phone far away before saying helplessly: "Are you in the bar? "

"Not here," Jiang Yan said, "I'm watching the basketball game on the basketball court. Sister Ling, do you want to come? There are still a few games left, and I just have nothing to do."

Linge thought about it and decided to forget it. She refused: "I won't watch it. I'm not interested in boys playing basketball."

After chatting briefly, Lingge planned to go to his own coffee shop, but he hadn't been there for a long time, so it's better to spend the night there tonight.

Lingge packed up her things and got ready to leave work. During the period, she checked the time, and it was only 07:30 in the evening. She was thinking about taking the employees of the cafe to dinner tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

As soon as she got out of the gate and said goodbye to the security guard downstairs, Lingge saw a black car parked in front of her company. It seemed that the engine had not been turned off. Lingge glanced hurriedly and planned to go around, but the car The car flashed suddenly, and then two horns sounded.

Lingge watched the car window come down, and Fu Zezhou met her eyes. He pursed his lips, and seemed to be calm: "Good evening, fiancee, where are you going? Let me take you for a ride?"

Lingge unceremoniously opened the door and sat in the co-pilot, then directed Fu Zezhou to say: "Go to my cafe, I haven't been there for a long time."

Fu Zezhou turned the steering wheel and drove the car towards the main road. He opened the window, and the warm wind was blowing in his face. Lingge squinted his eyes, then lowered his eyes and picked up the phone to look at his makeup. Fortunately, No makeup off.

But Fu Zezhou saw Linge's small actions in his eyes, and he seemed to be chatting with her: "How is your fiancee doing today?"

Lingge thought about it for a while, and said in a well-regulated manner: "It's not bad."

"Didn't you encounter any happy things?" Fu Zezhou coughed lightly, and then the car stopped slowly when it encountered a red light. He put his elbow on the car window, and turned his eyes to look at Lingge casually.

Lingge actually thought about it seriously for a while, then shook his head and said, "Really not."

She thought of Jiang Yan, and said casually, "Jiang Yan asked me to watch a basketball game today, but I declined."

"Basketball?" Fu Zezhou paused for a rare moment, and his words were tinged with unfathomable charm: "My fiancée likes boys who play basketball?"

"No," Lingge straightened his hair, and then said: "I even rejected his invitation, how could I like it."

"Then what kind of fiancée likes?" Fu Zezhou asked sideways: "Tell me, let me see if I match?"

Lingge really doesn't seem to have any ideal type, she frowned and thought about it, then Fu Zezhou started the car, and then she said slowly: "If you like it, I really don't have one, but compared to those who play basketball Boys, I prefer boys who play football."

Fu Zezhou slightly raised his eyebrows, and repeated uncertainly, "Play football?"

"That's right." A familiar scene appeared in front of her eyes, and Lingge stopped talking smoothly. She bent her lips and said, "Ah, it's almost here." She looked at Fu Zezhou and asked, "You Would you like to come to my coffee shop?"

"It's an honor." Fu Zezhou said.

After the car parked in the cafe, Linge opened the door and pointed to Fu Zezhou a place not far ahead: "There is a parking lot over there, come here after you park your car later."

Fu Zezhou nodded casually, and then asked inexplicably, "How many people are there in your cafe?"

Lingge thought for a while, and said, "There should be about 30 people here today."

Fu Zezhou said hello, and then let Lingge in, he will be there soon.

Lingge pushed open the door, most of the friends were there, the employees immediately shouted "Hello, Boss Ling" when they saw Lingge.

Lingge waved his hand and said, "You don't have to be so restrained, just order as you please."

She treats everyone as friends, and doesn't want to have any distinction between employees and superiors. She greeted a friend and said that Fu Zezhou would come over later.

A group of people looked at me and I looked at you. Their probing, curious and gossip eyes suddenly fell on Lingge. Lingge raised his eyebrows, which looked a bit like Fu Zezhou: "You guys What are you thinking?"

Everyone hurriedly waved their hands: "No, no, the visitor is a guest, and the visitor is a guest."

Lingge: "..."

She hadn't waited long before she saw Fu Zezhou pushing the door in with a few bags of things, followed by a person in overalls, Lingge squinted her eyes, Fu Zezhou actually bought milk tea and fried chicken skewers thing.

Fu Zezhou put those things on the table, and the crowd looked at him silently, Fu Zezhou cleared his throat, and just said: "Everyone must be tired after working all day, please have something to eat, and Milk tea, I don’t know what flavor you like, but I bought them all.”

Everyone was dumbfounded, and their hesitant eyes fell on Lingge. Lingge obviously did not expect that Fu Zezhou would reward her friends in the cafe. He said, "Why don't you discuss it with me?"

Fu Zezhou pulled the corners of his lips lightly, but there was gentleness in those deep eyes: "It's not a big deal, and I haven't introduced it well when I think about it."

Lingge coughed lowly, and called everyone to come up to get milk tea: "Since Boss Fu bought it, everyone can eat it, it's fine."

Lingge casually picked up a few glasses and shared them out. Seeing some companions drinking, a group of people rushed forward.

"thank you boss--"

"thank you boss--"

"Thank you lady boss—"

"Cough, cough, cough!" Ling Ge was drinking milk tea, when she heard the last thank you, she was suddenly choked by the milk tea, Fu Zezhou hurriedly patted her on the back, she paused, and said, "What did you say?"

The man hurriedly hid behind his friend.

"But it doesn't seem to be wrong." Lingge pursed her lips and thought for a while, and walked in for herself. After drinking for a while, she suddenly thought of something, raised her eyes and asked Fu Zezhou: "Have you had dinner yet? "

"Dinner?" Fu Zezhou just wanted to eat it, but after meeting Shang Lingge's rarely obedient eyebrows, he said in a strange way: "I haven't eaten yet."

Lingge suddenly felt that the cup of milk tea in his hand was a little hot.

She began to think about whether to take Fu Zezhou upstairs. The upstairs of the coffee shop is her private place. Only her closest friends have been there, and no one else can go up without her consent. In other words, it is Bijia. It's also a private place, because she has a lot of real estate, and many things are scattered around, but this is the center of all the real estate.

But there is a kitchen upstairs.

Fu Zezhou's eyes fell on Linge's hesitation, and he asked softly, "What's wrong?"

"Hmm..." Lingge hesitated for a while, pulled Fu Zezhou away and planned to go upstairs: "You and I go upstairs for a while."

(End of this chapter)