Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 707 Fu Ting falls off in front of Liu Bo 7

After seeing the hot search, the Fu family successively called to care about Fu Ting.

Fu Ting comforted his family one by one, and Fu Sixing asked intimately, "Want me to help you pressure the heat?"

Fu Ting raised his eyebrows, "No,"

Jian Ning was so deliberate to create momentum for her, and she didn't hit the door for nothing.

Fu Ting took a bath. No one was at home. When he came out, he wrapped a bathrobe casually, his whole body was pink and tender.

When he was about to go to bed, Cen Qiong sent Fu Ting a WeChat video.

Fu Ting picked it up as he went into the bed, and a tired face appeared on the screen. The background was in the hotel, and the light was a bit dark.

Cen Jong didn't expect Fu Ting to answer again. He reacted slowly, and looked at his girlfriend's well-behaved face on the screen with a chuckle, "Not asleep yet?"

"It's coming soon." Fu Ting put the phone on the bedside table and wiped his hair with a towel, his tone was calm, "It's so late, why are you still up?"

"I have been busy today, this is the first time I haven't spoken to you." Cen Jiang's voice was a little slow and looked very serious, "I'm not used to it."

Fu listened to his movements. It was the first time this man had spoken such ambiguous words so seriously. He felt that the surrounding temperature was hot.

She put down the towel and slowly looked at the screen. The man sat alone in the dim room with his back leaning on the sofa, showing a bit deserted.

He had a cigarette in his fingertips, his eyes filled with bright smiles, "After rolling on the bed for a long time, I always feel that something is missing."

The corners of his lips curled up, and he spoke with a tone of voice, "I just remembered when I was falling asleep, and didn't talk to my beautiful sister."

"..."

It took no more than three seconds.

Fu Ting's bath towel fell off sometime, showing a lot of amorous feelings. Seeing the man on the screen watching her tightly, she immediately squeezed her tightly, and sighed, "Master Tiong is sure to think about it. I?"

Cen Juan breathed out smoke and laughed in a low voice, "Both."

"..."

Fu Ting was stunned by his low-mellow and lingering tone. He didn't want to be easily flushed after thousands of miles away. He calmly asked, "Did you drink?"

"Yeah." Cen Juan rubbed his temples, and said lazily, "There is a meal."

"There are girls at the dinner?"

"There are many."

Fu Ting just asked casually. When I heard it was really there, it was a little bit blocked, especially when the man's eyes became red after drinking, and his eyes became more and more provocative. He asked sternly, "Do they look good? "

"It's all two eyes and one nose. What is good or not?"

Lazy voice, nonchalant attitude, as always loose.

Fu Ting hummed, it was rare to ask carefully, "Am I the same?"

"That's different..." Cen Tien paused, carefully examining Fu Ting's face, and raised his voice hoarsely, "Listening's eyes contain clear blue waves, Qiong's nose is small and moving, and her pink lips are soft and amiable..."

"..."

What is soft and amiable?

Fu heard a smile at the corner of his mouth and a sober look in his eyes, sloppy and cheerful, this brother deliberately molested her again?

"It's a bit hot," Fu Ting rolled his eyes, and slowly unbuttoned his bathrobe, "Brother, actually I miss you so much and want to sleep with you..."

Cen Qiong sat upright in a careless posture, staring at the girl who was waiting to be put on the screen for a moment, and his Adam's apple rolled slightly.

She unbuttoned the three buttons, revealing her collarbone, her white glowing skin was sinking into a **** arc, where he had been deeply buried...

Seeing that he was still going down, Fu Ting paused, and raised the corners of his lips at him, with a nasty smile with bright eyes, "It's a pity you are not here, so think about some things."

After hearing that Fu directly hung up the video, returning all the man's fantasies to their original form.

Cen Jiang, "..."

He took a deep breath and entered the bathroom behind him with a cold face.

Go back and pack you!

*

On the day of the exam.

Fu Ting stepped on the dot and came to the lecture hall, where half of the graduate students he referred to were allocated here.

Fu Tingben was a celebrity, and everyone who made trouble in this exam was well known, and she became the focus when she appeared.

Everyone in the classroom is bowing their heads to make up their notes, and the next thing to face is the question outline of the S-level forensic doctor F. They are as nervous as they are about to enter the battlefield.

Fu Ting found his seat and was in a daze with his chin.

It is the first time after high school to sit in the classroom and feel the atmosphere of the exam. This feeling is not bad.

Song Zhen sat behind her, poked his head and asked, "Listen, don't you bring a notebook for drafting?"

Fu Ting shrugged, "I don't use scratch paper."

These words not only stimulated Song Jin, but also other researchers who silently followed her.

If you change to another course, you can understand it without using draft paper. This is a written test in forensic medicine, a subject even more terrifying than high math.

No one here prepared a thick draft paper, and Fu Ting actually took a pen.

Is this really awesome, or is it self-defeating?

However, considering that Fu Ting had never studied forensic science at all, he was more likely to give up.

Soon, the fact that Fu Ting didn't get the draft paper spread to several other examination rooms.

The originally tense test atmosphere became more relaxed because of Fu Ting.

Even geniuses give up on themselves, and they don’t have to worry about being ashamed of a bad exam.

Seeing that Fu listened to such a rough look, Song Yan asked desperately, "You didn't read the information we gave you?"

Fu Ting yawned, buried his face on his arm, and said dullly, "I will take a break, and the exam will start to poke me!"

Song Jin, "..."

My little ancestor, can you have a sense of crisis!

When Jian Ning came in with the three sisters she had just met, she saw Fu Ting lying on the table and slumbering, she was not panicked at all.

The sister next to him said, "Expert Jane, look at Fu Ting, and I'm afraid that I know that I'm going to pass the exam, so I don't want to be sharp, so I can win a reputation for being in danger."

Another sister analyzed, "She doesn't even use draft paper. She is really a werewolf, but I heard that she never forgets. Maybe she can stand the exam, otherwise she won't be so easy."

There was no expression on Jian Ning's face, and it was inevitable that she was a little wary.

The third sister hurriedly said, "How can it be possible for Fu to have a good exam? Fu has never listened to a forensic medicine class. Even if he never forgets, he just remembers the basic knowledge. Forensic medicine requires practical operations, not to mention the written test, and The last post-mortem report requires practical anatomy experience. Look at Fu Ting's lazy posture, like a success? How can it be half as expert as Jane."

The expression on Jian Ning's face finally saw Qing.

She threw the draft paper on her hand into the trash can, and the sisters asked, "You don't use draft paper either?"

Jian Ning smiled slightly, "This kind of quiz does not require draft paper."

(End of this chapter)