Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Ting's words suddenly made the atmosphere in the room a little dignified.

Mingzhi and Fu Zong fell silent, thinking of the bad things that Fu Pei had done on the live broadcast, and finally realized with guilt that their behavior was a little too hurtful.

Fu Pei's black eyes trembled slightly, the tip of his tongue touched the back groove, and he tilted his head and bent the corner of his lips.

In fact, at his age, he doesn't really expect the care of his parents.

But Fu Ting thought about him all the time, and wanted to show him a lot of love, so he felt very sweet.

If he could get such a good Fu Xiaoting through hardship, he would rather live in the quagmire all his life.

Mingzhi and Fu Zong suddenly looked up at each other, and immediately grabbed Fu Pei's hand in a tacit understanding.

Mingzhi's eyes were reddish, Xiao Heard is right, Xiao Pei is sorry, it was your mother who ignored you, but her mother didn't mean to not love you. After you lost, my father and I never gave up looking for you.

Fu Zong also said, That's right, it's just that we don't have any girls in our family, and suddenly we have a little granddaughter as cute as Xiao Ting. It's inevitable that we should pay more attention to it. All the men in the Fu family come here like this, you just need to get used to it.

Fu Pei, who had never felt that his parents attached great importance to care, could not resist their enthusiasm for a while, and his face showed a hesitant look.

But when his corner of the eye fell on Fu Ting, the little girl curled her lips and gave him an encouraging smile.

It's like saying, don't be afraid, Dad, accept their love for you calmly.

He licked his lips, holding back the discomfort, trying very hard, reluctantly, and showing a stiff smile to his parents.

Xiao Pei, we have always kept your room for you. I will show you.

Mingzhi said that he was about to take Fu Pei upstairs, but when the group entered the house, they suddenly heard the sound of mourning and music coming from the courtyard behind, mixed with exaggerated and false howling.

What's the sound? Fu Sixing frowned and looked out strangely.

Mingzhi and Fu Zong looked the same for a moment, not good, something big is going to happen!

It's nothing, I just know that the person I'm looking for is playing music and welcoming Xiao Pei home! Mingzhi planned to pass the test vaguely.

At this time, a servant ran over, The wife is back, and the funeral of the young master you asked me to arrange is already underway.

Mingzhi seemed to have been stabbed in the back by a needle, and immediately denied it, What's the matter, don't say bad words.

Isn't this what you said, madam? You said that the young master can't be found, and he is dead. Did we specially prepare a funeral?

The servant didn't understand Mingzhi's frantic hints in his eyes, so he came over with a document in his hand, and after unfolding it, there were all kinds of tomb maps on it, And this little master's grave, madam, take a look at the selection. Which one is better for the young master to be buried in the ground for safety.

Everyone looked up at Mingzhi almost strangely, ...

Mingzhi, ...

What, she was trying to explain.

Fu Pei suddenly stepped towards the backyard, and saw a circle of servants sitting in the courtyard, offering incense to a simple mourning hall.

Little young master, you died so miserably! Everyone cried in unison, as if reading the text aloud in self-study early in class, it was quite the same thing.

The servant said excitedly, Madam, you said you wanted the atmosphere. I asked them to pretend that it looked like a funeral scene.

Fu Pei, who was still alive, just watched this scene, ...

Give it all to me: hahahahahaha