Chapter 63 Meng Ying ends 1

Went to the hospital and performed a series of examinations for Fu Pei, and confirmed that there was nothing serious. The two went to the psychiatric department to visit their grandmother.

The grandmother suffered from Alzheimer's disease and also suffered from heart disease, so she was placed in a special ward.

After entering the ward, grandma was sitting on the bed knitting a sweater. She was stunned when she saw Fu Pei coming in, until Fu Pei stepped up and called her grandma.

"It's Xiao Pei." Grandma smiled suddenly, her memory was so bad that no one remembered it, but she remembered Fu Pei's voice. She would hold Fu Pei's hand with tears in her excited eyes, "Little Pei, you look thin, and you didn't eat on time. You kid really doesn't let me worry."

The boy who has always been cold and cold, but patiently listened to the old man's nagging.

He stood by the window sill, slightly short, bowed his head in a very obedient posture, revealing a clean and clear neck line, which is very attractive.

The sun shone on him, and the usual sharpness and arrogance disappeared, and he looked cute and well-behaved.

Fu Tingduo wanted to have a camera to commemorate his father's present moment.

After all, the future father is unsmiling and cold-tempered. How can there be such a good time.

"Little Pei, this is my grandma knitting a sweater for you. Do you see if it fits?" Grandma handed the knitted sweater to Fu Pei. It was a small black sweater that was only suitable for children aged five or six. Grandma thought Fu Pei was a child when she knitting sweaters.

Fu Pei's deep and pitch-black eyes flashed softly, and his lips curled and smiled, "It fits well."

Grandma was happier. Yu Guang was surprised when she saw Fu Ting, and beckoned to Fu Ting, "Little girl, are you Xiao Pei's girlfriend?"

Fu Ting stepped forward, took grandma's hand, and smiled very well, "Hello grandma, I am Fu Pei's daughter, your great-grandaughter Fu listen!"

Fu Pei, "..."

He is now mature enough to accept this bizarre statement calmly.

Grandma was stunned, her hands were shaking with excitement, tears filled her eyes while she was holding Fu Ting's face, "Great granddaughter? Oh, she's all grown up like this!"

Fu Pei, "..."

He thought blankly, his grandmother was dementia, and Fu Xiaoting was a fool again, and they were just a dumb pair.

"Little listening, come, grandma will give you biscuits to eat. This is my favorite biscuit." Grandma took out a moldy sesame biscuit from her pocket and stuffed it to Fu Ting like a treasure.

Fu Pei's pupils shrank, and it was too late to stop, Fu Ting did not dislike eating the musty biscuits.

"It's delicious, so sweet, thank you grandma."

Fu Ting remembered that his grandma passed away very early, and Fu Pei would take Fu Ting to incense her every year.

For Fu Pei, what he regrets most is not letting his grandma see her, the great-granddaughter.

Right now, this is a kind of alternative perfection.

*

After waiting for grandma to sleep, Fu Pei took Fu Ting and left.

Coming outside, Fu Pei fiercely tugged at the back of Fu Ting's neck, "You idiot dare to eat anything, hurry up and spit out the moldy biscuits."

Fu Ting looked innocent, "I swallow it."

"..." Fu Pei was speechless for a while facing the little girl's clean deer eyes, then raised his hand and pressed the top of her hair, groaning in his throat, "Fu Xiaoben."

But it's stupid... His heart melted.

He turned his face away, his lips curled up uncontrollably.

*

Fu Ting was about to go to the bathroom, and Fu Pei stood waiting for her at the registration desk.

But at this moment, I saw a familiar figure passing by, it was Meng Ying's mother.

I want to say something in my heart.

The original intention of this book is to write a loving father-daughter interaction.

It is the bad habit of father loving his daughter, giving everything for her daughter, for her to make progress, and for her daughter to change everything.

In Dad’s heart, daughters are the best behaved, the cutest little angels in the world.

So when I write, I will show this feeling. If some readers cannot accept it, they can just abandon the pit.

Don't say strange things in my comment area. Now that the environment is so strict, how could I write such novels that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism? Isn't this looking for blocking?

A correct parent-child relationship is originally affectionate and loving, and even your father calls your daughter a baby, but you have not encountered it in your own life.

At least in my life, a friend around me has a very good relationship with her father. His father calls him children every day and gives him gifts as small surprises from time to time. The author is very envious of this kind of parent-child relationship. Writing this book is also inspired by him.

If you can’t accept it, don’t watch it again. My father and daughter have no problems getting along. Don’t try to make me change the interaction style. You don’t need to look for presence in my comment area.

(End of this chapter)

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