Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Chapter 750 Seven Uncle Fu Yujing 3

Cen Juan sweated from the tip of his nose, knowing that the matter was serious.

He carefully cast his eyes on the future mother-in-law for help.

Qin Qing squeezed the white flesh of the little girl’s white cheeks, and said indulgently, “Cub, mom is going to the next studio tonight, and next time I sleep with you, you should have a good chat with my future son-in-law. ."

Fu Ting obediently let go of his hand and carefully ordered, "Pay attention to rest."

Qin Qing felt sweet and warm, resisting the urge to kick the cub away, waved his hand and got in the car and left.

The temperature at night was a bit cold, and he was not very friendly to Fu Ting, who was showing his arms and legs. Cen Tiong did not hesitate to untie his suit jacket and put it on Fu Ting's body.

Before Fu Ting could react, his finger hooked her wrist.

"It's late, let's go home."

The tone was somewhat cautiously tentative.

Fu Ting didn't say good or bad.

Cen Qiu hugged her into the car and drove home quickly.

Wordless all the way.

After entering the house, Fu Ting went back to the room to wash and remove makeup without giving Cen Qiu any time to explain.

After taking a shower, she put on her pajamas and came out, and saw the man in her pajamas sitting on her pink princess bed grandiosely after washing.

Cen Juan couldn't help but speak, "Listen, listen to me..."

"Where is your harp?" Fu Ting interrupted him.

She finally took care of people, and Cen Qiong breathed a sigh of relief.

Immediately took Fu Ting to his study room. After the bookcase was installed, he designed a dark room for his live broadcast props.

Fu Ting saw the harp. She had watched the live broadcast of God J so many times and had a deep memory of his harp.

She lowered her head and didn't know what she was thinking. After a while, she raised her eyes and said to Cen Jiang, "I want you to listen to me."

Cen Qiong only asked Fu to listen to his anger, not to mention playing the piano, he could just kneel down on the keyboard.

Caressing the harp obediently, playing slender fingertips.

The familiar tunes are pleasant, and Fu Ting's eyes are filled with mist.

She had heard the sound of God J's piano several times, and each time was so far away. She regarded his piano as a star that illuminates her, and never thought of picking that star.

Now, he appeared in front of her so real, playing for her alone.

At the end of the song, Fu Ting asked in a low voice, "What's the matter with the mole on the finger?"

Cen Juan answered every question, "That's ink dots."

"Then your voice is fake?"

"I have fixed the broadcast, and it changes the voice."

Fu Ting thought without thinking, "Then you change one?"

Cen Tien paused and spoke again. The voice had become the low magnetic sound of God J's words. He whispered to her, "Listen."

Fu Ting did not know why, his ears suddenly became red.

The voice of God J and Cen Tien's voice are very loud in nature.

Cen Tiong's voice is always very lazy, authentic Beijing accent, the ending sound is Su Liao, and J God's voice is lacking that laziness.

If it were two completely different people, the collision between the two at this time made her feel inexplicably happy.

In the next second, Cen Jiang returned to his original voice, "Listen, don't be angry, it's not playing you intentionally."

"I understand that you want to hide your identity, but you actually communicated with me in the name of God J, and you have repeatedly used this to pretend to be jealous to make me cheap. What is the truth."

Fu Ting's tone was still quite calm.

Cen Lang's reason was unreasonable, and his voice continued to weaken, "I think this is fun. I want to tease you a few times.

Fu listened to look away.

Cen Qiong leaned over and rubbed her arm against her arm.

He thought of listening to the look in his eyes when he was just playing the piano. The ghost used God's voice, "Not next time, forgive brother."

The hair on Fu Ting's cheek stood upright, dizzy, "Okay."

(End of this chapter)