Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

After Fu Ting said a few words to Fu Pei, he went upstairs to rest.

The apartment where Fu Pei lived was on two floors and there were many rooms. Fu Ting found a room at random.

Just after taking a shower, she received a call from Cen Juan. She answered without hesitation. The other party seemed surprised to get through so quickly, and laughed softly,

My sister picked it up very fast.

In a low and lazy voice, he said in a timid tone, Have you been waiting for your brother's call?

The man's voice came through the microphone, appearing to be more and more magnetic and diffuse, and the sound of the thin breath was amplified in the receiver, which was a deadly hook.

Fu Ting couldn't help but take it a little further, his voice low, What do you want to say?

There seemed to be footsteps on the other side of the phone, mixed with the sound of the wind, and the man's lowered voice penetrated Fu Ting's cochlea seductively, Guess where my brother is.

Fu Ting took a breath and didn't speak.

Brother is downstairs with you.

He smiled lightly and said slowly.

Would you like to come out and meet my brother?

Some loose tone, slow, as always flirting, but revealing an imperceptible humbleness.

Fu Ting's heart felt as if it was scratched by a cat's paw for a moment, and an indescribable itch appeared.

She said immediately, No.

Cen Juan hummed softly, Then brother, just wait.

Fu Ting's throat tightened, she licked her dry lips, and suddenly hung up the phone and threw herself into the bed to sleep.

But he was so upset that he couldn't sleep, and finally he went downstairs lightly.

Downstairs in the apartment, a man in a white shirt and black trousers stood there in an elegant and noble suit, his eyes kept looking straight ahead.

Until the girl's figure appeared in his sight, his pupils gradually became clear, and the shattering chill in him faded in an instant.

The surroundings were very quiet, and Cen Juan could clearly hear his heartbeat, which sounded fast and powerfully.

Fu Ting came to him, puffed out his cheeks and said, It's so late, what are you doing here?

Cen Juan lowered his eyes, his eyes were dark and deep, he stared at her milk-white face for a while, and smiled lowly, Sister is not happy today.

He lowered his body forward, tilted his head, put his head close to her ear, and spoke again, in a low, hoarse voice, Su's bones were numb, Brother is here to comfort you.

In fact, Fu Ting is no longer sad, but there is one person who will come to comfort you when you are sad, and it will touch your heart.

Inexplicably tight, Fu Ting raised his head to look at him, What should I do if I'm still sad?

Cen Wan raised her fingertips and touched her eyes, Such beautiful eyes are really not suitable for sadness.

What's that for?

His Adam's apple rolled gently, It's suitable for looking at me, it's suitable for liking me, it's suitable for the eyes, only me.

After speaking, he stretched out his hand and dragged Fu Ting into his arms.

I don't know if the night was too gentle, at this moment Fu Ting didn't want to push him away at all.

They hugged for a long time before Cen Wan let go and rubbed her hair, Although I am very reluctant, if you don't go back to sleep, you will have dark circles under your eyes tomorrow.

Fu Ting snorted dumbly, turned to leave, and suddenly dropped the phone on the ground.

Cen Juan picked it up one step ahead of her, just at this moment, the push from J God's live broadcast room appeared on the screen, and Fu Ting's ID was also displayed.

[Did God J slept with me today]

He suddenly said, ...

Fu Ting grabbed the phone, What are you looking at?

Cen Wan raised his eyebrows, Do you like God J?