Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 338 Father died

Cen Juan squatted down short, squatting in front of Fu Ting, looking up into the girl's red eyes, lowered his voice and soothed and said, "It's over."

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

The little girl's hand is very small, only half the size of his hand, softly pressed into the palm of his hand, with a slight force, she penetrated her fingers and clasped her fingers tightly, "Don't be afraid."

Fu Ting felt particularly uncomfortable, and tried to hold back his tears, "Is it really over?"

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

Fu Ting blinked, and the man slowly approached her, and put her in his arms with one hand, making a low teasing sound, "I feel the enthusiasm of my brother, the real can no longer be real"

Fu Ting, "..."

*

Fu Pei woke up in the morning.

When Fu Ting and Cen Juan bought breakfast and came in, they saw the boy sitting up.

The young man had just woke up, his face was obviously sick, and the morning light was spilling on him through the window, as he always did.

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

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

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

The little girl's eyes were clear and clean, and soft pear vortices appeared on the slightly raised cheeks.

Fu Pei took a look and then withdrew his gaze, and said in a somewhat serious tone, "It's all so big, why is it still frizzy, not standing."

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

"Dad, you..." Fu Ting clenched his fingers, biting his lip and staring at him. How could Fu Pei's tone of speech sound like that, the father of the previous life!

The boy's eyelashes were slightly lowered, a row of smoky gray fell from the corner of his eyes, and his brows were slightly frowned. "You just talk, how can you hesitate?"

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

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you don't need to do something that a servant does?" The expression on Fu Pei's face was indifferent and solemn, and his tone was equally cold and harsh.

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

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

Cen Juan suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Fu Ting bit his lip and plucked up the courage to say, "Dad, I've already cooked it, you can drink it first."

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

"My hand hasn't been broken yet, so you don't need to feed me the little girl." Fu Pei avoided it, reached out his hand to bring the soup, and drank it straight up.

Watching his actions, Fu Ting unconsciously squeezed his fingers.

"Brother, you finally woke up!" Fu Nanyan also came over, smiling, "but I worry about my little niece, and you must pay attention to safety next time."

"You are the second uncle of Xiaoting." Fu Pei glanced at him with a colder expression, and reprimanded, "As an elder, why is it as rough as a child? No wonder Xiaoting hasn't made any progress for so many years."

Fu Nanyan, "..."

Fuck Fu Pei drank fake wine?

Obviously it is his younger brother, but how could he have the sense of seeing that he was talking to his father.

*

Fu Pei insisted on leaving the hospital, but Fu Ting could not 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 recuperate.

On the way back, Cen Juan was in charge of driving while Fu Pei sat in the co-pilot, slumbering with his eyes closed.

Fu Nanyan and Fu Ting sat behind, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was condensed.

Fu Nanyan whispered to Fu, "Listen, how do I feel that your father has become so fierce after bumping his head, even more majestic than my father, are you afraid?"

Fu Ting was bored and mumbled softly, "He is not fierce!"

She turned her head and looked out the window, and through the fast-moving scenery, her eyes flashed, and there was an old memory like a horse watching.

*

Since Fu listened to be sensible, she knew that she was different from other children. She had only a father and no mother.

She is very good, will not make trouble for her 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 accompany her.

Fu Ting has hardly eaten a meal with her father, because her father works in the entertainment industry and cannot disclose her identity as a father or daughter, and she conceals her every day.

Dad found her a personal nanny to take care of her, and only came to see her when she had time. Sometimes she could only see her dad once a month, so she wanted to see her.

It was a sunny afternoon.

A white, glutinous little girl carrying a small schoolbag and holding a small red flower in her hand, her face blushed happily, "Bab, I got a little red flower, the teacher praised me as a very smart kid today. "

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

To the little girl's endless chatter, he just gave a blank expression "Yeah."

The little girl walked behind the man with her short legs, pouting her mouth slightly, a little wronged, "Babba, why don't you praise me, other children will get rewards for the little red flowers."

Fu Pei just told 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 took her home and left. The little girl grabbed her by the corner of his clothes and said, "Baba, there will be a parent meeting next week, can you attend it?"

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

"Listen, 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. It was impatience after being suppressed by reality. I still don't understand.

"Okay." The little girl showed a disappointed look on her face. She timidly put her hands behind her back, and said, "You will be 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 dad's job is different from other people's work. You can't take a wrong step. If your dad doesn't make money, you can't support Xiao Ting. Have a good time, understand?"

"Na Ba Ba, when you are not busy, can you tell me a bedtime story?" The little girl said in a low voice with desire and humble eyes.

She stretched out two little fingers and rubbed the tips of her fingers, "I am not demanding. It would be more generous to talk about Snow White. It will take a few minutes."

Fu Pei rolled his throat and said good.

But the little girl kept waiting, from waiting with expectation to disappointment, until she grew up, and when her father died, she didn't wait.

I want to write crying, this **** fatherly love.

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