The Mysterious Heiress: Researcher In Disguise

When Fu Zhi went to the Li family villa, it was exactly half past eight.

Secretary Liu waited for her outside the door early in the morning, "Miss Fu, you are here, Mr. Li is in the living room, I will take you in to find him now?"

Fu Zhi nodded.

The Li family's villa in Yucheng covers a large area.

As soon as he entered the living room, Secretary Liu called out, "Mr. Li, Miss Fu is here."

Fu Zhi followed his line of sight.

Li Nanli was nestled on the sofa. He probably got up too early and didn't sleep enough. He was covered with a blanket, his head slightly sideways, his eyes half-squinted as if he was asleep or not, and he was dark and cryptic.

The cuffs of the black shirt were neatly rolled to the wrists, exposing the porcelain-white skin, and the slender fingertips fiddled with the tender green leaves.

The warm light of the window frame not far away cast a few shadows on him.

Hearing the sound, Li Nanli turned to his side, her beautiful peachy eyes flicked slightly, and the tone was gentle and said, "Zhizhi."

Fu Zhi didn't answer his words directly, and said naturally: "Little Li, sister-in-law is here to diagnose your Ping pulse."

Li Nanli: "..."

Li Nanli was choked.

The hall was quiet for a few seconds.

After a long while, he pursed his lips, as if thinking of something, a faint flash of interest flashed across his eyes, then he reduced his smile, got up, and let out a casual "um".

Fu Zhi put her fold-ear rabbit schoolbag away and sat on the sofa, very close to Li Nanli's position, stretched out his hand and put his fingertips on his wrist.

She had just had a cold drink, and the temperature of her fingers was lower than usual.

Cold fingers ran across the back of Li Nanli's warm hand, as if they had a small needle point, piercing people's heart.

Li Nanli snorted almost subconsciously.

The voice is a bit dumb and magnetic, and with the deliberately prolonged ending, it sounds ambiguous and confusing.

That voice echoed in the empty hall.

Fu Zhi's movements stopped, and he raised his head, and met the man's peachy eyes that were not smiling, and the bright spring scenery rippled inside.

His Adam's apple rolled, and he whispered her name, "Zhizhi."

Fu Zhi closed his hand and said solemnly: "Just take the pulse, what are you calling?"

Touch porcelain?

She didn't hit him again!

Li Nanli was stunned, only to feel that the piece of skin she touched was hot and piping hot with indescribable numbness.

He didn't talk.

The little girl frowned and gave him another pulse.

The end of the man's eyes was a little red, and the beautiful peach-blossom eyes filled with mist, his eyes were on the skin where the two people were in contact, and his breathing was a little short.

Fu Zhi could feel the burning gaze without raising his head.

Frowning for a long while, he leaned back slightly and looked up at him: "Your heartbeat is very fast, and the pulse is very disordered. I can't get your pulse like you. Are you uncomfortable?"

"Well, it's uncomfortable." Li Nanli turned his head to look at Fu Zhi, with straight eyes, lying, "You just pinched me."

"..."

But she clearly didn't exert any effort.

Fu Zhi didn't quite understand and asked, "Does it really hurt?"

Li Nanli coughed again. He held back the heat in his throat, nodded, and said in a low voice: "Well, it hurts, you can be gentle."

"But I have exercised restraint."

His eyebrows stretched out, and he couldn't hide his smile, and he deliberately turned his head away.

Fu Zhi didn't notice, he really put his hand on his wrist very lightly.

That strength is like a feather, so inadvertently strokes Li Nanli's heart.

Li Nanli felt that his heartbeat was really out of control. The blue blood vessels on the backs of his white hands were clearly visible. He was holding the blanket tightly with one hand and his ears were red.

"Does your heartache hurt?" Fu Zhi stretched out his hand and touched Li Nanli's heart.

Just didn't wait to run into it.

Li Nanli grabbed her wrist, his ears were about to drip blood, and opened his mouth. Before speaking, it was just a heart-piercing cough.

Fu Zhi felt that his symptoms were not right, so he asked, "What's wrong with you?"

"No, it's okay." Li Nanli endured his cough, and said every word: "It's just that you don't keep touching me in the name of treating illness."

"..."

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