Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

When Master Enci saw Fu Pei's first glance, his eyes that were cloudy because of his old age lit up, and said with great interest, "Old man who stepped into the coffin with one foot is fortunate enough to be able to see the soul of life. A vision of existence."

Obviously, this Master Enci has the ability, and at a glance, he can see that Fu Pei is wrong.

Fu Pei put his hands in his pockets, it was extremely cold, and his black eyes looked at him quietly through the sunglasses, "You know I'm not from here."

Master Enci put his hands behind his back, stared at Fu Pei for a while, and said slowly, "You have a heavy Buddha light on you, and you are a blessed person."

Fu Pei was silent for a few seconds, the tip of his tongue touched his back molars, and he said in a deep voice, "I want to revive my soul, Master can you do it?"

Master Enci pondered for a while and shook his head, "You still have obsessions, it's not time yet."

But Fu Pei didn't quite understand, his breath deepened a little, his whole body was clear and cold, and he frowned, "I have nothing to miss here."

If there is, it is only his daughter.

I saw that Fu Ting was doing well, that she had a good new home, and that she had a father who loved her.

This is good.

Master Enci said meaningfully, "Donor, tit for tat, you have done good deeds in your past life, this life is to give you the opportunity to make up for your regrets, don't miss this opportunity."

Fu Pei clenched his fingers slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed his eyebrows, thinking about breaking his head, did he still have any unfinished obsessions?

*

Fu Pei came home the next night, and Mingzhi arranged for a servant to cook him a rich dinner.

Fu Ting knew that Fu Pei was coming back tonight, so he came early and waited.

When Fu Pei's figure appeared at the entrance, Fu Ting immediately walked up, and diligently took out the slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave them to him, "Dad, you're back."

Fu Ting's voice was soft and waxy, like cream with sweetness. When he said this, he looked a little cautious.

She fixed her eyes on Fu Pei, hoping to see the familiar father.

However, Fu Pei lowered his eyes and didn't look at her, unbuttoned the collar with one hand, and said in a low "umm".

He changed his shoes and came in. Fu Ting walked behind him, his little head hung down, looking a little sad.

Sure enough, this father was still the future father, and Fu Ting couldn't tell the melancholy in his heart.

Mingzhi and Fu Zong looked at it, a little unclear. So, why are these father and daughter sticking together every day, why have they become more and more estranged recently.

It's weird.

During the meal, Mingzhi asked Fu Pei with concern, "Xiao Pei, have you been very tired from filming recently?"

Fu Pei lowered his delicate eyebrows slightly, and ate the meal in a leisurely manner, with an elegant and extravagant attitude, "It's okay."

Mingzhi glared at him, and said in an unpleasant tone, "Since you're not tired, what are you doing with a stern face all day long, like who owes you money, and seeing you, Xiao Ting is too scared to speak. "

Fu Pei's articulated fingers clenched tightly, his lower jaw slightly retracted, and his deep eyes glanced at Fu Ting, who was just looking at the rice without making a sound.

It's a little pathetic.

Fu Zong put down his chopsticks and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Pei Xiao Ting, have you guys quarreled? If there is a conflict, say it in time. The Cold War hurts the relationship between father and daughter."

In fact, this is how Dad and Fu Ting will get along with each other in the future.

It's just because of the comparison of young fathers, bystanders who don't know the truth feel that they are not close.

Anyone with discernment could see how much Fu Ting depended on Fu Pei.

Now, he suddenly kept his distance dully, as if he was afraid of Fu Pei.

Of course Mingzhi couldn't bear her precious granddaughter being wronged, and was about to teach Fu Pei how to be a good father.

"Miss Fu, you have a red rash on your hand." The servant next to her suddenly exclaimed in surprise.

I saw a small rash on Fu Ting's fair arm. The girl's skin was already white, and the rash was even more shocking.

"Ouch, what's the matter?" Mingzhi got up immediately and rushed to Fu Ting's side, frowning anxiously at the rash that appeared, and didn't dare to touch it.

Fu Zong analyzed, "It looks like an allergy."

Mingzhi immediately said, "Then let's go to the hospital to see."

Fu Ting opened her big clear eyes, "No need for grandma, just put some medicine on."

The servant brought the medicine box over, and Mingzhi helped Fu Ting with the medicine, "What did you eat, Xiao Ting, why are you allergic?"

Fu Ting didn't know either, so he blinked his eyes blankly, and said in a low voice, "I only ate one bite of the dish."

She pointed to the saliva chicken in front of her, and it seemed that there was no problem.

Mingzhi thought of something and asked the servant, "What seasoning did you add?"

The servant replied, "Pepper, cinnamon, fragrant leaves."

Mingzhi's face twitched, "The old lady is allergic to cinnamon, Xiao Ting must have inherited this constitution, why didn't you report it to me before adding cinnamon leaves?"

Everyone's taste in the family Mingzhi will greet the servants in advance and tell them what to avoid.

Obviously this saliva chicken came out of nowhere.

The servant glanced at Fu Pei and said weakly, "Madam, this is what the young master ordered. He gave me a menu before and told me that when he was at home, he would make it according to his taste."

The future Fu Pei has high requirements for food and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. Every dish must be clearly arranged to avoid being unable to eat it, so he specially explained it to the servant.

When the servant saw him coming back tonight, he cooked food according to his taste.

When Mingzhi heard this, she became even more angry, and looked at Fu Pei in confusion, "Xiao Pei, you are Xiao Ting's father, don't you know what Xiao Ting is allergic to? How can you ignore Xiao Ting's body and only satisfy your appetite? desire?"

Fu Pei sat there with his back straight and his eyes darkened, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.

He rarely had contact with Fu Ting before, and he really didn't know what Fu Ting was allergic to.

Fu Ting whispered, "Grandma, I'm fine, I shouldn't eat indiscriminately."

"Is it all right?" Mingzhi was so distressed that he gently blew a breath on Fu Ting's arm, complaining even more about Fu Pei.

"I see that your father is really busy and dizzy. Sure enough, he is young, and this father is not doing his job well."

She just said it casually, Fu Pei listened to her ears, the lines on the side of her face collapsed even tighter, and there seemed to be cyan veins emerging from her neck, and her whole person was shockingly indifferent.

The boy didn't say a word, his eyelashes were too long, so he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.

After a while, the teenager put down the dishes and said in a low voice, "I'd better move back to my apartment."

"You have to move out." Mingzhi saw that Fu Pei not only did not apologize to Fu Ting, but also wanted to move out emotionally, which made him even more angry.

"You don't need to move." Fu Ting raised her eyes, looked at Fu Pei with clear eyes, and pretended to be meaningless, "I'd better go back to the villa, it happens to be close to the school, I'll come to see you when I have time. "

Fu Pei stared at Fu Ting's eyes. The girl's eyes were so clean that there was no grievance or sadness in them.

He seemed to be used to his father's ignorance of her, and would not feel angry about it.

But it was this calmness that made Fu Pei more firm in the thought in his heart.

*

Fu Ting finally received a call from Ning Hai Shenyi.

Ninghai Shenyi has received an explanation from his wife Xiang Fei and is ready to take on Fu Qingji's operation.