Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Qingji froze in place.

He admitted that he resented Fu Pei, even more than his parents.

After so many years of shadows, he was almost paranoid to the point of being deformed, thinking that without Fu Pei, he would grow up under the care of his parents just like an ordinary child, and would not become a crippled person who could not walk.

Therefore, even looking at Fu Ting was not pleasing to the eye, a feeling of rejection from the inside out.

But that doesn't mean he really doesn't have the ability to think. Since Fu Ting can say such a thing, it means that this medicine is really sent by Fu Ting.

Fu Sixing hated that iron could not become steel and said to Fu Qingji, Qingji, you don't have to believe in Xiao Ting, you don't believe in three aunts and three uncles, but I am your eldest brother, I took you the longest time when you were young, you know me, you think I Will it deceive you? If you don't even believe me, then we'll go to verify the fingerprints now.

Fu Qingji's slender arms fell down, his expression was a little stiff, he turned his face away, No need.

Fu Zong sighed, Qingji, stay awake, it doesn't matter if you blame us, but Jiang Yan is really good to you? If she was really that good, she wouldn't make you misunderstand that the medicine was given by her. yours, so as to guide you to take out the things that the shares gave her.

Fu Qingji's cold and white fingertips were slightly curled, The person I trust, I can see with my own eyes, and I don't need any of you here to question.

What about you, what do you mean by giving me medicine? Fu Qingji then looked at Fu Ting again, the lines on his face collapsed, and the emotion in Peach Blossom's eyes was as cold as pine trees.

Who are you murdering? Cen Lian raised his chin slightly, the man's always lazy brows contained a faint coolness.

Fu Ting stood behind Cen Lian and whispered, Your legs will hurt. I want to help you relieve the pain.

Fu Qingji pursed her lips tightly, and was slightly dazed.

He never actually told anyone about the leg pain.

Because it's useless and can't be cured, it still hurts.

Over time, everyone thought he was used to it.

Fu Qingji also became less and less concerned, and endured every time it hurt, but the more people who lacked warmth, the more they longed for warmth.

In his heart, he longed to be treated sincerely, but these words should not have come out of Fu Ting's mouth.

This made him feel extremely embarrassed.

Fu Qingji lowered his eyes, licked the corner of his lips with his tongue, and said in a cool voice, So what? You want to give me the medicine through this bottle, so that I can be grateful to you and shake hands with Fu Pei to make peace? This is your purpose. Bar.

Fu Qingji, I think you are really hopeless! Fu Sixing was furious and directly punched at Fu Qingji, Xiao Ting's good intentions were interpreted so maliciously by you, your legs are lame and your heart is gone, right? ?

Don't do it. Fu Ting pulled Fu Sixing's arm, not wanting them to really fight.

Fu Qingji will have an operation soon, and his leg can no longer be hurt.

Who cares! Fu Qingji's lips curled slightly, and he threw the medicine bottle under his feet, just as he refused to eat shrimp last time.

He just wanted to tell everyone here that he would not forgive them, would not accept Fu Pei, and would not treat them as family.

When Mingzhi saw this scene, tears kept falling, and the whole person was so sad that he was about to faint.

The atmosphere is heavy.

Fu Ting paused, then she walked over and picked up the medicine bottle.

The medicine in the medicine bottle has been spilled out, and the little girl's white and tender fingers picked it up one by one, and sealed it.

Fu San's grievance against his family was more than 20 years old, for him. He has never been loved or warmed. So he didn't believe that someone would be nice to him for no reason. He has prejudice against the heroine and the heroine's father. So he didn't believe that the heroine would treat her well for no reason. It would look fake if I immediately made him trust the heroine because of this bottle of medicine.

From doubt to trust. There must be a process. The most exciting thing in my writing process is a transformation, and a wake-up call.

But if you just want to see a plot like Sanbo immediately relieves his knot and loves the heroine, I can do it with one sentence.

To be honest, it doesn't really seem interesting.