Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 277 Fu Ting Exposure 2

Jiang Yan squeezed the phone tightly, and the voice was soft and soft, "Does the third brother feel bad?"

The other side was silent for a few seconds, and a gentle and smiling voice came, "Very good. It's only half a month since the design drawing you sent me last time. You have made great progress. If you take this design to participate in the design award, You can definitely get first."

This design drawing is so powerful?

Those who have lost this design will definitely be anxious to find it!

Jiang Yan was a little flustered, his heartbeat was fast, and he tried to keep calm and said, "But I don't think this design is good enough. Third brother can change it for me."

"It's already perfect. If you change it, you can only change the details." Fu Qingji laughed slightly, a little surprised. "But I think, your design pen is a bit like T, and you can learn her essence. , You are very talented."

T's designs are full of tricks and there is no fixed style, so even if Fu Qingji is a fan of T, he can't tell who the real designer of the design is.

Jiang Yan smiled embarrassedly, and said in an innocent and cute tone, "Thank you for the compliment, third brother, I will continue to work hard."

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Fu Pei led Fu Ting to the private apartment assigned to him by Star Film & Television.

Entering the house, Fu Pei cooked her a bowl of wontons. Fu Ting lowered his head and ate slowly. When she finished eating, Fu Pei said to her solemnly, "Fu Xiaoping, no matter who it is, I won’t let him Do you know if you are wronged?"

Fu Ting pursed his lips and looked at him obediently, "Dad, I think Grandma's statement makes sense. You will get married in the future. What if your wife doesn't understand me?"

"I said, I won't get married." Fu Pei sternly gave her a fierce look, "So you better stop thinking about it, if you dare not recognize Lao Tzu--"

Fu Ting seemed to be frightened, his wet eyes widened slightly, and he looked at him timidly.

Fuck.

How the **** is going on?

The boy’s lips straightened fiercely, and the cruel words were on his lips. Finally, a fierce voice came.

"I am dead in front of you!"

Fu Ting shrank his neck reflexively, grabbed his cuffs with his white hands, and said softly, "But Dad, you really won't have a baby anymore?"

Fu Pei stretched out her fingertips and pinched the tip of her nose. Clouds rushed in her pupils, making her appear pitch-black and sharp, and her voice was whispering. "Fu Xiaoting is enough for a child."

Fu Ting opened his eyebrows and smiled, resting his head on Fu Pei's arm, and said crisply, "Dad, you are so kind."

"Daddy is so good." Fu Pei tilted his head to look at her, his slightly hoarse voice filled with breath, and he got into Fu Ting's cochlea very seductively, "Then you call a few more."

He knew that Fu Ting was sad today, even a little scared, so he didn't say anything, just said in his unique and arrogant way, "Dad is in a good mood today and will always respond."

Little fool.

Don't be afraid, you will always have a father.

After Fu Ting called his father many times in one breath, he said, "But father, if you have a better child than me, don't you want it?"

Fu Pei paused, and suddenly he took out a candy from the bag and placed it in Fu Ting's palm. He laughed dumbly, "You open it."

Fu Ting peeled off the sugar paper, which contained her favorite citrus-flavored hard candy. She took out the candy and saw Fu Pei's handwriting on it.

——Fu Xiaoting is the best.

——If there is something better than you, I will pretend not to see.

(End of this chapter)