Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

After going to the hospital, Fu Pei did a series of examinations, and it was confirmed that there was nothing serious. The two went to the psychiatric department to visit their grandmother.

My grandmother suffered from Alzheimer's disease and also suffered from heart disease, and was placed in a special ward.

When she entered the ward, her grandmother was sitting on the bed knitting a sweater. She was stunned when she saw Fu Pei coming in, until Fu Pei walked up and called her grandma.

"It's Xiao Pei." Grandma immediately smiled brightly, her memory has deteriorated so badly that no one can remember it, except for Fu Pei's voice, she would hold Fu Pei's hand, with tears in her excited eyes, "Little Pei. Pei, you've lost weight, and you haven't eaten on time, you really don't give me peace of mind."

The young man, who has always been rebellious and cold, listened patiently to the old man's nagging.

Standing by the window sill, he was slightly short and lowered his head in a very obedient posture, revealing a clean and clear neck line, which was very seductive.

The sun shone on him, faded the usual sharpness and arrogance, and looked cute and well-behaved.

Fu Tingduo wanted to have a camera to take pictures of his father at the moment to commemorate it.

After all, the future father was unsmiling and cold-tempered, how could he be so obedient.

"Xiao Pei, this is a sweater that grandma knitted for you, do you see if it fits?" Grandma gave the sweater she knitted to Fu Pei. It was a small black sweater, only suitable for children aged five or six. Obviously When grandma was knitting sweaters, she thought Fu Pei was a child.

Fu Pei's deep and dark eyes flashed a touch of softness, and he smiled, "It fits very well."

Grandma was happier, Yu Guang was surprised when he saw Fu Ting, and waved to Fu Ting, "Little girl, are you Xiao Pei's girlfriend?"

Fu Ting stepped forward, took her grandmother's hand, and smiled well, "Hello, grandma, I'm Fu Pei's daughter, your great-granddaughter, Fu Ting!"

Fu Pei, "..."

He is now mature enough to accept this bizarre statement calmly.

Grandma was stunned for a while, then her hands were shaking with excitement, holding Fu Ting's face with tears in her eyes, "Great-granddaughter? Oh, she's grown so big!"

Fu Pei, "..."

He thought expressionlessly, grandmother had dementia, and Fu Xiaoting was a fool again, and the two of them just happened to be a stupid couple.

"Little Ting Ting, come here, Grandma Grandma will bring you a biscuit to eat. This is Grandma Grandma's favorite biscuit." Grandma took out a moldy sesame biscuit from her pocket and stuffed it with Fu Ting like a gift.

Fu Pei's pupils shrank, it was too late to stop him, and Fu Ting didn't dislike eating the musty biscuits.

"It's so delicious, so sweet, thank you grandma."

Fu Ting remembered that the grandmother passed away very early, and Fu Pei would take Fu Ting to incense her every year.

For Fu Pei, what he regrets most is not letting Grandma Tai see her great-granddaughter.

Right now, this can be regarded as a different kind of consummation.

*

After waiting for grandma to fall asleep, Fu Pei took Fu Ting away.

When he came outside, Fu Pei tugged at the back of Fu Ting's neck fiercely, "You idiot dare to eat anything, hurry up and spit out the moldy biscuits."

Fu Ting looked innocent, "I'll swallow it."

"..." Looking at the little girl's clean deer eyes, Fu Pei was speechless, then raised his hand and pressed it on top of her hair, humming in his throat, "Fu Xiaoben."

But stupid... his heart is going to melt.

He turned his face away, his lips curling slightly.

*

Fu Ting was going to the bathroom, and Fu Pei was standing at the registration desk waiting for her.

But at this moment, he saw a familiar figure passing by, that was Meng Ying's mother.

I have something in my heart to say.

The original intention of this book was to write a loving father-daughter interaction.

It is the father who loves his daughter, gives everything for his daughter, makes progress for his daughter, and changes everything for his daughter's bad habits.

In my father's heart, daughters are the most well-behaved and the cutest little angels in the world.

So when I write, I present that feeling. If some readers can't accept it, they can just abandon the pit.

Don't say some strange things in my comment area. Now that the general environment is so strict, how could I write such novels that do not conform to the core values ​​of socialism? Isn't this looking to be blocked?

A correct parent-child relationship is inherently affectionate and loving. There are even fathers who call their daughters baby, but you haven't encountered them in your own life.

At least in my life, there is a friend next to me who has a very good relationship with her father. His father calls him a little friend every day and gives gifts as small surprises from time to time. The author is very envious of this kind of parent-child relationship. Writing this book was also inspired by him.

If you can't accept it, don't watch it again. My father and daughter have no problem getting along. Don't try to make me change my interaction style. I don't need to find a sense of presence in my comment area.