Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Cen Juan's nose broke out in cold sweat, knowing that the matter was serious.

He sincerely cast his eyes on his future mother-in-law for help.

Qin Qing pinched the little girl's white and soft cheeks, and said dotingly, Zai Zai, mom has to catch a plane tonight to go to the next studio, and I will sleep with you next time, you should have a good chat with my future son-in-law .”

Fu Ting let go of her hands obediently, and instructed earnestly, Pay attention to rest.

Qin Qing's heart was sweet and warm, she resisted the urge to kick the cub into her pocket, waved her hands and got into the car first and left.

The temperature at night was a bit cold, and he was not very friendly to Fu Ting, who was showing his arms and legs. Cen Juan unbuttoned his suit jacket without hesitation, took it off and put it on Fu Ting.

Before Fu Ting could react, his fingers hooked her wrist.

It's getting late, let's go home.

The tone was a little cautious and tentative.

Fu Ting didn't say it was good, nor did she say it was bad.

Cen Juan coaxed her into the car with his arms in his arms, and drove home quickly.

All the way silent.

After entering the house, Fu Ting didn't have time to explain to Cen Juan, and went back to the room to wash and remove makeup.

After taking a shower, she changed into her pajamas and came out, only to see a man in a nightgown sitting on her pink princess bed majesticly after washing.

Cen Juan couldn't help but say, Listen, listen to me...

Where's your harp? Fu Ting interrupted him.

She finally took care of her, and Cen Juan heaved a sigh of relief.

Immediately took Fu Ting to his study, and behind the book cabinet, he designed a dark room to store his live broadcast props.

Fu Ting saw the harp. She had watched God J's live broadcast so many times, and she already had a deep memory of his harp.

She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she raised her eyes and said to Cen Juan, I want you to play it for me.

Cen Juan just begged Fu Ting to calm down, let alone playing the piano, he could kneel down on the keyboard.

Caressing the harp obediently, playing with slender fingertips.

The familiar melody was pleasant to the ear, and Fu Ting's eyes were misty.

She has heard God J's zither sound several times, each time at such a distance, she regards his zither sound as a star that illuminates her, and never thought of taking that star off.

Now, he just appeared in front of her in such a real way, playing for her alone.

After the song ended, Fu Ting asked in a low voice, What's the matter with the mole on your finger?

Cen Juan answered every question, That's ink dots.

Then your voice is also fake?

I have repaired the broadcast, and the voice will change.

Fu Ting didn't think about it, Then you become another?

Cen Juan paused, then spoke again, his voice had become a jerky low-magnitude voice, he called her softly, Listen.

Fu Ting didn't know why, but his ears suddenly turned red.

God J's voice and Cen Juan's voice are very loud in nature.

Cen Juan's voice is always very lazy, with an authentic Beijing accent and a suspenseful ending, but God J lacks that lazy voice.

It would be fine if they were two completely different people, but at this moment when the two collided, she felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.

The next second, Cen Juan returned to his original voice, Listen, don't be angry, I didn't intend to play tricks on you.

I can understand that you want to hide your identity, but you actually communicated with me in the name of God J, and even used this to pretend to be jealous many times to please me. What's the reason for that?

Fu Ting's tone of voice was quite calm.

Cen Juan was wronged, and his voice became weaker, I think this is for fun, I want to tease you a few times, I know I was wrong.

Fu Ting looked away.

Cen Juan leaned over and rubbed his arm against hers.

He thought of the way Fu Ting looked at him when he was playing the piano just now, and he used a godlike voice by accident, I won't do it next time, forgive brother.

The fluff on Fu Ting's cheeks stood on end, dizzy, Okay.