Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Cen Wan lowered his body and squatted in front of Fu Ting. He raised his eyes and looked into the girl's rosy eyes. He lowered his voice soothingly and said, It's over.

The man raised his hand slightly, and his knuckled fingers held Fu Ting's delicate hand.

The little girl's hand is very small, only half the size of his hand, and it sticks softly into his palm. With a slight force, it penetrates between her fingers and clasps her fingers tightly, Don't be afraid.

Fu Ting felt very uncomfortable and tried to hold back the tears, Is it really over?

Cen Lian raised his eyes and stared at the little girl, his voice a little hoarse, Then you can feel me well.

Fu Ting blinked, the man slowly approached her, took her into his arms with one hand, and whispered, I don't feel brother's enthusiasm, the truth can't be more real.

Fu Ting, ...

*

Fu Pei woke up in the morning.

When Fu Ting and Cen Juan bought breakfast and came in, they saw that the boy had already sat up.

The boy had just woken up, his face was clearly ill, and the morning light shone on him through the window, as always seductive.

Dad, you're awake! Fu Ting suddenly ran towards Fu Pei like a little butterfly, looking at Fu Pei with bright eyes.

In fact, she really wanted to hug her father, but she knew that his father had a concussion and could not be impacted.

Fu Pei raised his eyes, his dark eyes stared straight at her.

The little girl's eyes were clear and clean, and a soft pear vortex appeared on her slightly raised cheeks.

Fu Pei glanced at it and retracted his gaze, with a somewhat serious tone, It's so big, why is it still frizzy, and there is no standing.

After Fu Pei said this, Fu Ting and Cen Juan were both stunned. What kind of old father's educational tone was this?

Dad, you... Fu Ting clenched his fingers, bit his lip and stared at him. Fu Pei's tone of voice was so similar to his father in his previous life!

The young man lowered his eyelashes slightly, a row of smoky gray appeared under the corner of his eyes, and his brows were slightly frowned into a knot.

Fu Ting shrank his neck in a conditioned reflex, thinking of the fear of being dominated by his father's education, and said in a low voice, I, I made a tonic soup for my father.

Didn't I tell you long ago that I don't need you to do what a servant would do? Fu Pei's expression was indifferent and cold, and his tone was equally cold and severe.

Cen Juan couldn't help but said, Uncle Fu, I just hope you get better soon.

Fu Pei glanced at him, his eyes thick and deep, as if he was looking at him.

Cen Lian suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Fu Ting bit his lip and summoned up his courage, Dad, I have already cooked, so you can drink it first.

She opened the lid and scooped a spoonful of soup to feed him.

I haven't broken my hand yet, so I don't need your little girl to feed me. Fu Pei avoided it for a while, reached out and took the tonic soup, raised his head and drank it directly.

Fu Ting watched his actions and unconsciously squeezed his fingers.

Little brother, you're finally awake! Fu Nanyan also came over, grinning, But I have to worry about my little niece and I must pay attention to safety next time.

You are Xiao Ting's second uncle. Fu Pei glanced at him, his expression even colder, and scolded, As an elder, how can you be as rough as a child, no wonder Xiao Ting has not grown at all for so many years.

Fu Nanyan, ...

Did Fu Pei drink fake wine?

It's obviously his younger brother, but why does he have the sense of being in a dialogue with his father.

*

Fu Pei insisted on being discharged from the hospital, but Fu Ting couldn't stop him, so he had to go through the discharge procedures.

Mingzhi learned that Fu Pei had an accident and ordered Fu Pei to go home for a few days to recover.

On the way back, Cen Juan was in charge of the car, and Fu Pei sat in the co-pilot, dozing off with his eyes closed.

Fu Nanyan and Fu Ting sat in the back, neither of them said anything, and the atmosphere was condensed.

Fu Nanyan whispered to Fu Heard, Listen, why do I feel that your father has become so fierce after hitting his head, he is even more majestic than my father, are you afraid?

Fu Ting felt gloomy and muttered softly, He's not fierce!

She turned her head to look out the window, through the swiftly passing scenery, flashing in front of her eyes, old memories appeared in a flash.

*

Fu Ting knew from the time she was sensible that she was different from other children. She only had a father and no mother.

She is very good, she will not make a fuss about wanting a mother, nor will she be sad because she does not have a mother.

It's just that Dad is very busy every day and has no time to spend with her.

Fu Ting hardly ever had a meal with her father. Because her father worked in the entertainment industry, she could not disclose her identity as a father and daughter. She lived secretly every day.

Her father found her a nanny to take care of her, and she would come to see her when she had time. She sometimes only saw her father once a month, and she was eager to see her.

It was a sunny afternoon.

A white and glutinous little girl was carrying a small schoolbag and holding a small red flower in her hand, her face flushed with excitement, Baba, I got a small red flower, the teacher praised me as a very smart child today.

Fu Pei in a suit and leather shoes stood in front of the little girl, his youthful youth faded away, his masculine temperament was cold, and his whole body showed the charm of a mature man.

In response to the little girl's chatter, he just said um. expressionlessly.

The little girl followed behind the man with her short legs, pouting her mouth slightly, a little aggrieved, Baba, why don't you praise me, other children will be rewarded for getting a little red flower.

Fu Pei just said to her very seriously, Pride and complacency make people lag behind. You can't rush people to praise you just because you have made a little achievement. You have to work harder.

Although the little girl was very disappointed, she nodded obediently.

Fu Pei sent her home and left, the little girl grabbed the corner of his shirt, Bah, there's a parent-teacher meeting next week, can you go and participate?

The little girl said nervously, You have never participated. Everyone says I am a wild child without parents.

Xiao Ting, I said I'm very busy, can you understand something? Fu Pei took the little girl's hand away, his face was tired and helpless. I still don't understand.

Okay. The little girl showed a disappointed look on her face, put her hands behind her back timidly, and said Nuo Nuo, Listen to someone who is sensible, don't be angry.

Fu Pei squatted down, holding the little girl's shoulders with both hands, his eyes were very complicated, Xiao Ting, my father's job is different from other people's, we can't take a wrong step. I've heard good times, understand?

Well, when you're not busy, can you tell me a bedtime story? The little girl said in a low voice with eager and humble eyes.

She stretched out two little fingers and rubbed the fingertips, I'm not asking too much. It's enough to talk about Snow White, and it only takes a few minutes.

Fu Pei rolled his Adam's apple and said ok.

But the little girl kept waiting, from waiting with anticipation until she was disappointed, until she grew up, until her father died, but she did not wait.

I'm going to write and cry, this goddamn fatherly love.

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