Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

When he came outside, Fu Pei hugged Fu Ting and walked slowly along the street back home.

The little girl in her arms gestured with her fingers babblingly, as if she had degenerated into a five-year-old child.

"Fu Xiaoting." Fu Pei's eyes were slightly curved, and he teased her with a smile, "Call me Dad."

Fu Ting raised his neck and shouted in a crisp voice, "Dad."

Fu Pei looked down at the little girl's clean and clear eyes, and asked in a tone of voice, "Do you like Dad?"

"Fried chicken like it."

Fu Ting's blushing face burst into a smile, warm and soft, obedient and soft.

Fu Pei looked down at her for a long time, a low laugh came out of his throat, and the corners of his eyes and brows were filled with undisguised joy.

"good."

He pinched the tip of her nose, the sea of ​​clouds surging in his pupils, making it even more pitch-black and sharp, his voice was hoarse and scratching his heart, "Dad also likes Fu Xiaoting."

Fu Ting put his hand around his neck and said coquettishly, "I want Dad to carry it back."

Fu Pei paused for a while, then let out a low laugh, and gently rubbed the tip of Fu Ting's nose with the tip of his own nose.

"Okay, Dad back."

He put her down, squatted down in front of her, and Fu Ting crawled up, "Dad, you haven't memorized for a long time."

Fu Pei stood up straight and walked ahead, his voice a little tight, "How long?"

"It's been so long, I can't remember it for so long." Fu Ting pouted, as if feeling aggrieved, and his voice was nasal, "You're so busy, you don't have time to listen to me."

"Really?" Fu Pei's eyes were dark and charming, and he murmured, "That dad is really a bad dad."

After a pause, he asked in a low voice, "How did Fu Xiaoting live in the three years after Dad died?"

"It's hard to live alone." Fu Ting, who was drunk, said something, put his chin on Fu Pei's shoulder, and said angrily, "I think about my father every day, but I can't see it, and I touch it. No, it's been miserable."

As Fu Ting spoke, tears came out, soaking Fu Pei's clothes and penetrating into Fu Pei's heart.

It was hard for Fu Pei to imagine how Fu Ting spent those three years alone in his last life.

When she came back from the rebirth, she always smiled sweetly, as if she had lived a very happy life and had never suffered a bit.

This little fool.

If she hadn't been drunk, she might never have told him.

The breathing in the chest became narrow little by little, Fu Pei whispered, "Fu Xiaoting, don't cry."

There were no street lights around, and the light was very dim at night, blurring the outline of his face and making it difficult to see his expression.

The boy's lip line was straight, his Adam's apple slid up and down, "I'll kill myself if I cry again."

"Dad, don't die." Fu Ting suddenly became anxious and said anxiously, "If you die, Ting will have no father."

"Okay, Dad won't die." Fu Pei rubbed Fu Ting's cheek soothingly, carrying a clear voice in the night, adding three points of tenderness, "Always stay with us, Fu Xiaoting."

*

Fu Pei carried Fu Ting back home and put the sleeping girl on the bed.

He didn't turn on the light, so he just sat aside, staring at Fu Ting Anran's sleeping face, wishing it was carved into his bones.

He suddenly thought of what Fu Sixing said.

He couldn't help lowering his head, his lips fell on Fu Ting's cheek.

After a slight pause, she moved forward a little and kissed her forehead.

"What should I do, I can't bear to part with Fu Xiaoting."

Fu Pei stared at her for a long time, suddenly laughed twice, a little lonely and sad, but his eyebrows were very gentle, "But Dad must work hard, let us Fu Xiao listen to live a life of spending money."

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