Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 60 Meng Ying cheated money 4

Fu Pei was a little afraid to look at Fu Ting for a moment. He turned his face away, avoiding her eyes, and silently for a few seconds, then said in a silent voice, "Fu Xiaoting, let the computer work for two days, wait for me... …"

Fu Ting's lips tightened, his eyes filled with sunlight were instantly covered by clouds.

She stared at Fu Pei with big eyes for a few seconds, then turned and left.

With a bang.

It was the sound of the little girl slamming the door.

She obviously didn't say anything, but she successfully pierced Fu Pei's heart.

Fu Pei stood in front of her room, raised his hand to knock on the door, but finally turned and left.

*

Fu Ting had been sulking for a long time, and finally his father wanted to eat instant noodles because it was noon, which was not good for his health.

If you are angry, you must not forget your duty to protect your father's body.

She wandered into the living room and glanced at Fu Pei's room. There was no one in it.

Fu Pei is not at home.

Fu was so angry that he took the computer money to Meng Ying without telling her, and left without coaxing her.

Doesn't he care about her daughter at all?

"Bad Dad." Fu Ting kicked the sofa, feeling extremely aggrieved, "I don't want to like you anymore."

At this moment someone knocked on the door.

Fu Ting ran to open the door, and Meng Ying stood at the door and smiled triumphantly at her.

"Is Pei there? I specially came to thank him for lending me money!"

Fu listened to an upset, blocking the way to prevent her from entering, and smiled coldly, "Using my mother's illness as an excuse to defraud my dad of money, is your conscience eaten by a dog?"

Meng Ying wondered how this fool knew she was cheating money?

She was calm on the surface, but her smile was full of triumphant display.

"How can it be said that it is a lie? I have encountered a difficult problem, and Ah Pei is only helping, there is no way, who makes me special to him."

A sharp chill flashed in Fu Ting's eyes, "Meng Ying, originally you didn't do anything, I can still ignore it, but you got your idea on my dad, you don't want to be happy this time."

Meng Ying's eyebrows are slender, her eyes are sharp and she smiles, and she feels charming and provocative. "Little sister, what you said is really interesting. If you are not happy, you can find Ah Pa and tell me what you have. It's not because I forced Ah Pai to give me money."

Seeing that the corners of Fu Ting's eyes were red, she was even more proud, regaining the feeling of a city, "Speaking of which, I also want to thank you for thinking of selling milk tea and earning so much money to get me through the storm."

*

Fu Ting drove away Meng Ying, and was angry again to autism.

If she had evidence in her hand, she would definitely clean up Meng Ying.

But nothing happened.

She was no longer in the mood to eat, and ran back to the room to ponder how to engage Meng Ying.

Until the evening, Fu Pei did not come back.

Fu Ting got up hungry to make noodles, looked at the dusk outside the window, and hesitated whether to call Fu Pei.

Just after making the noodles, the door opened from the entrance.

Fu Ting knew that it was Fu Pei who had returned, but she was reserved not to look.

Until the familiar sound of footsteps got closer, the person came behind her and let out some heavy breathing.

Fu Ting looked down at the noodle soup, and glanced at Fu Peixian's white sweatpants.

"Fu Xiaoping, look up at me." The unruly voice fell, with the usual juvenile ruffles.

Fu Ting hesitated, but raised his head in face.

Wearing a black shirt, the boy seemed to be dampened by sweat, clinging to his skin, his chest was slightly undulating, and the **** muscle shape was looming.

He held a black bag, square in his hand.

"You open it and take a look." He said, putting the things in front of her.

Fu Ting was faintly aware of something, and he unzipped the zipper of the bag, revealing the scenery inside——

It's a computer.

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