Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 154 Calling Brother 3

Coming outside, Fu Pei held Fu Ting and walked slowly along the street home.

The little girl in her arms babbled her fingers, as if she had degenerated into a five-year-old child.

"Fu Xiaoting." Fu Pei's eyes were slightly bent, and his brows teased her with a smile, "Call me Dad."

Fu Ting raised his neck and yelled, "Dad."

Fu Pei looked down at the little girl's clean and clear eyes, and asked with an accent, "Do you like Dad?"

"I like fried chicken."

Fu Ting's blushing face burst into a smile, warm and soft, obediently soft.

Fu Pei looked down at her for a long time, a low laughter came out of his throat, and the corners of his eyes and eyebrows were filled with joy.

"obedient."

He squeezed the tip of her nose, her pupils were filled with clouds, making them even more pitch-black and sharp, and her voice was whispering, "Daddy also likes Fu Xiaoting."

Fu Ting raised his hand to hook his neck and said coquettishly, "I want Dad to carry it."

Fu Pei paused, then laughed dumbly, and rubbed the tip of Fu Ting's nose with the tip of his nose. It was very rare for the little girl to be obedient.

"Okay, Dad."

He put her down, squatted down in front of her, and Fu Ting climbed up with a squeeze, "Dad, you haven't memorized it for a long time."

Fu Pei stood straight and walked forward, his voice a little tight, "How long?"

"It's very long. I can't remember it anymore." Fu Ting pouted, as if he felt wronged, his voice was nasal, "You are so busy, I don't have time to listen."

"Really?" Fu Pei's eyes were dark and his eyes were deep and charming, and he murmured, "That father is really a bad father."

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "How did Fu Xiao live during the three years after my father died?"

"It's hard to live alone." The drunk Fu listened to what he said, resting his chin on Fu Pei's shoulder, and said angrily, "I think about Dad every day, but I can't see it and touch it. No, it will be miserable."

Tears came out of Fu Ting's words, soaked Fu Pei's clothes, and penetrated into Fu Pei's heart.

It was hard for Fu Pei to imagine how Fu had lived through those three years alone in his previous life.

After rebirth, she always smiled very sweetly, as if she had been very happy and had never had any bitterness.

This little fool.

If she hadn't been drunk, she might never have told him.

The breathing in his chest became narrow bit by bit, Fu Pei whispered, "Fu Xiaolisten, don't cry."

There are no street lights around, and the light is very dark at night, which blurs his face and makes it difficult to see his expression.

The boy's lip line stretched straight, his apple slid up and down, "I will kill myself if I cry again."

"Dad, don't die." Fu Ting suddenly became anxious and said anxiously, "If you die, there will be no father."

"Okay, Dad is not dead." Fu Pei rubbed Fu Ting's cheek comfortably, with a clear voice wrapped in the night, adding three points of gentleness, "Always be with us Fu Xiaoting."

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Fu Pei returned home with Fu Ting on his back, and put the little girl who had fallen asleep on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, so he just sat aside, staring at Fu Ting An Ran's sleeping face, wishing to be carved into his bones.

He suddenly thought of what Fu Sixing said.

Couldn't help lowering his head, his lips fell on Fu Ting's cheek.

After a slight pause, he moved forward a little bit and kissed her on the forehead.

"What to do, I can't bear to part with Fu Xiaoting."

Fu Pei stared at her for a long time, and suddenly laughed twice, a bit lonely and sad, but his eyebrows were very gentle, "But dad has to work hard to let us Fu Xiao hear a life of spending money like the earth."

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Oh, I’m crying when I write this T﹏T What kind of fairy father is this?

(End of this chapter)