Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 734 J God Appears to Slap Lu Wantang 2

Cen Qiong didn't expect Fu Tinghui to run away because of a strange woman.

At this moment, he really remembered Lu Wantang, but he was the kind who hated him too much.

However, the top priority is to coax his girlfriend back.

It's just that Fu Ting blacked him out, and the phone was turned off, and he couldn't be reached at all.

Cen Juan tossed for two days before finally knowing where Fu Ting was.

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Fu Ting moved back to Fu Pei's apartment in the past two days, during which time he received a call from his family for condolences.

Cen Juan made a lot of calls to Mingzhi, and Mingzhi could of course see that the young couple was awkward.

Occasionally quarreling between lovers is fun, and the elders do not participate, but Mingzhi did not want to make her granddaughter uncomfortable alone, so she let the Fu family brothers take Fu Ting to play.

Just as the four of Fu Qingji, Fu Yuan, Fu Mingli, and Fu Jian had time, they actively approached Fu Ting and took her to the club to play.

Fu Ting did need to relax. He came to the club with four uncles and played all kinds of entertainment facilities again.

Break time.

Fu Ting was sitting in the billiard room, holding ice cream in his hand and eating small bites.

Halfway through the meal, he was taken away by Fu Yuan. The man smiled softly and like a jade, "Your menstrual period is approaching. You should eat less ice cream, which is not good for your health."

"Oh." Fu Ting seemed to be obedient, but in fact kept his eyes on the ice cream.

The greedy little milk cat.

Fu Yuan couldn't help but rubbed the girl's hair, took out a carefully baked blueberry cake like a trick, and said softly, "This is the cake I made for you. How do you taste it."

Fu Ting opened the box in surprise. The blueberry cake was made small and exquisite, no worse than the ones on the market.

Fu Ting took a bite and smiled crookedly, "Uncle Amber is great, the cake is delicious."

"I used all the sugar in strict accordance with the parameters. Blueberries are also fresh fruits shipped by air." Fu Yuan said warmly, "I will make them for you next time."

Fu Ting was about to answer, and a lazy voice came over, "Don't bother Brother An, I can also make all kinds of small cakes."

This familiar, lazy, **** and seductive tone, who else is there besides that saucy fox?

Fu Ting turned his head abruptly and saw Cen Qiu walk in, wearing a white shirt and black trousers at the entrance.

He is tall and straight like a cypress tree, and an upside-down face seems to illuminate the stars.

Perceiving Fu Ting's gaze, he slowly raised his eyes, met Fu Ting accurately, and slowly curled his lips with a smile.

Fu Qingji stood in front of him, "What are you doing?"

Cen Tired said with a good temper, "I'll pick my girlfriend home."

Fu Ting licked the cream at the corner of his mouth and hummed, turning his face away.

Fu Ji'an also put down the billiard ball in his hand, and the gray pupils gave a faint glance, "She doesn't want to see you."

Cen Tien raised his eyebrows, only looking at Fu Ji'an, who was closest to him, with a lazy voice, "Brother Six, my girlfriend has ignored me for two days. You have pity on me, eh?"

Fu Ting couldn't help but say, "I'm not your girlfriend!"

"..." Cen Juan rubbed his eyebrows, his eyes suddenly deepened.

"You made Xiao Ting angry." Fu Yuan raised her eyes to look at him, with no expression, and said calmly, "I suggest you reduce your sense of presence first, so as not to make Xiao Ting even more angry."

Cen Juan complained, "Give me a chance to coax me."

Fu Qingji's peachy eyes picked up, yin and yang cynically mocked, "Where do you have confidence that we will give you a chance to take advantage of your little niece."

Want to fart.

Cen Juan also felt impossible, but he couldn't really admit his counsel, but the group in front of him couldn't offend him.

He glanced at Fu Ting's tender white cheeks, his girlfriend must take it away.

Cen Juan looked at the only hope, Fu Mingli, and asked for help.

Fu Mingli sat on the sofa, propped his chin with one hand, raised his eyebrows presumptuously, "I am tired from playing, and my shoulders are a little sore."

(End of this chapter)