Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Fu Pei came back ten minutes later. Because he was running too fast, his black hair was ruffled by the wind, and the hot sweat rolled down from his forehead, wetting the broken hair around his cheekbones.

The shirt behind the boy's broad shoulders was also soaked with sweat, his chest heaving rapidly.

His skeletal fingers carried a bag and threw it in front of Fu Ting. He panted slightly, his voice clear and tired, a little fierce, "Take it and eat it."

The bag contained cold medicine for reducing fever and coughing. It turned out that her father bought medicine for her.

Fu Ting instantly warmed to his heart, showing a sweet smile with little white teeth, "Dad, you are so kind."

Fu Pei pressed his tongue against his cheeks in annoyance, narrowed his eyes slightly, his jaw line tightened, "I'm just afraid that you will infect me, don't think too much, understand?"

Fu Ting gave a "Oh", showing a confused look, "Dad, just buy some medicine, why are you running in such a hurry?"

Fu Pei's expression crossed a bit unnaturally, the ghost knows why he was so urgent, probably because he was afraid that he would come back late, did something really happen to the little girl?

Hold.

He's probably going crazy too.

"If you want to eat, you can eat, why are you talking so much?" Fu Pei took out a handkerchief and wiped the sweat from his face to his neck, hiding his unknown embarrassment.

Fu Ting looked at the medicine in his hand and asked carefully, "Dad, do we have any candy at home?"

Fu Pei raised his long eyebrows, his brow bones were deep and his expression looked a bit fierce.

Fu Ting covered his mouth, coughed delicately, and replied in a stern voice, "I'm afraid of hardship."

She likes sweets the most, and she can't stand the bitterness at all. As long as she takes medicine, she needs sugar.

Fu Pei really crushed her heart to death, but the next second he acted, he got into the kitchen, rummaged through the box and turned the cabinet, and finally found a small bag of brown sugar and threw it to Fu Ting.

The boy's Adam's apple moved, and his voice squeezed out of his teeth, "This is the only one. If you don't eat it, you will die."

I knew that my father was hard-hearted and soft-hearted, and every time he pretended to be pitiful, he couldn't bear to take care of her.

Fu Ting lowered her head, her clear and moist eyes flashed with a sly light.

After taking the medicine, Fu Ting was groggy and fell asleep holding the quilt. It smelled of herbs and trees on her father's body, which gave her a sense of belonging, and she slept peacefully.

Looking at this scene, Fu Pei always felt a little pain in his face. He said that it would never be possible to let her sleep in bed?

But if he wants to drag her away now, he doesn't seem to be able to do it.

Forget it, as a boss, you don't need to worry about these trivial matters, isn't it just sleeping on the ground?

What's more, the little fool is so squeamish, doesn't he have to spend his money to buy medicine when he catches a cold on the floor?

He tried his best to maintain the demeanor of a boss, and lay down on the mat on the ground as if nothing had happened, making up his sleep.

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Fu Ting slept until the next day, and the moment he opened his eyes, he was refreshed.

Fu Peichen ran back and saw the picture of the little girl getting off his bed, and he was so numb that there was no wave in his heart.

Fu Ting stretched his waist, touched his groaning stomach, and looked at Fu Pei, "Dad, I'm hungry."

The little girl licked the corner of her mouth, looking like a chick begging for food.

Fu Pei was inexplicably heartbroken, and said nothing, turned around and went to the kitchen, found the vermicelli in the cabinet, and then turned on the fire and boiled it.

Soon, Fu Pei felt that he was too obedient?

He is a middle-class man, and only others serve him, how can he serve the little girl with this?

But thinking of what the little fool did, Fu Pei couldn't help but have a bold guess.

Wouldn't it be that the little fool's family was destroyed, and his head had a problem, so he thought she was his father, right?

If that's the case, that's enough of a crime. Cooking a meal for her doesn't seem like much, does it?

Fu Pei once again convinced himself that he worked hard and became a full-time dad.

When Fu Pei came out with the prepared two bowls of noodles, Fu Ting had finished washing up, and was sitting upright at the rickety table with a corner missing.

"Dad, this is the first time I've eaten the meal you made for me." Fu Ting held the warm noodles and smiled very happily.

In her last life, as soon as she was born, her father worked hard in the entertainment industry. He was so busy that he didn't touch the ground. Later, he became an actor, and he was so busy that he didn't have time to eat with her, let alone cooking for her.

The tip of Fu Ting's nose was a little sore, and suddenly she felt that it was good to be reborn, and it was good to see her father when she was a teenager.

Fu Pei thought that the little fool had just died of his father, and there was a problem with his head, so he didn't sneer at her.

"Hey, there's a sun egg!" Fu Ting took out a piece of fried egg from the bottom of the bowl, took a bite happily, squinted his eyes sweetly, and looked like a greedy cat, obedient to death.

She glanced at Fu Pei, "Dad, why don't you have a sun egg?"

Fu Peizheng snorted his face, his masseter muscles swelled with the strength of chewing, a kind of wild hook.

Hearing this, he snorted, "I hate to eat the things that the girls are chirping."

Of course the arrogant Big Brother Fu would not say that Fu Ting's egg was the only one in the family.

If it was normal, he wouldn't let Fu Ting eat.

After all, the little fool is sick, so he always needs to eat better.

After all, the little girl called him Dad, and he couldn't get a reputation for treating his children harshly.

Fu Ting gave a soft "oh" and ate it obediently.

Fu Pei looked at the way she was eating, small sips, with bulging cheeks like a puffer fish, and couldn't help thinking of the big orange cat that Xie Chu had raised.

It's like this, too stupid!

Forget it, who made him unlucky to look like her dead father, and he was too ruthless to drive her away, just keep it as a little silly cat, and he couldn't eat much at all.

But two days later, Fu Pei fell into despair.

Because, Fu Ting can eat too much!

Today is still a day without a successful signing.