Cen Ti lowered his body, squatted in front of Fu Ting, raised his eyes to look into the girl's red eyes, lowered his voice and said comfortingly, "It's over." ”

The man raised his hand slightly, and his bony fingers held Fu Ting's delicate hand.

The little girl's hand was very small, only half the size of his hand, soft and soft into his palm, with a slight force, penetrating the fingers, and clasping her ten fingers, "Don't be afraid." ”

Fu Ting felt very uncomfortable in his heart, and tried to hold back his tears, "Is it really over?" ”

Cen Ti raised his eyes and stared at the little girl, his voice was a little hoarse, "Then you can feel me well." ”

Fu Ting blinked, the man slowly approached her, took her into his arms with one hand, and said in a low voice, "I don't feel my brother's enthusiasm, the real can't be more real"

Fu Ting, "......"

*

Fu Pei only woke up in the morning.

When Fu Ting and Cen Ti bought breakfast and came in, they saw that the young man had already sat up.

The boy had just woken up, his face was obviously sick, and the morning light was shining on him through the window, as seductive as ever.

"Daddy, you're awake!" Fu Ting suddenly rushed towards Fu Pei like a little butterfly, looking at Fu Pei with sparkling eyes.

In fact, she wanted to hug her father very much, but she knew that her father was concussed and could not be impacted.

Fu Pei raised his eyes, his dark eyes looked at her directly.

The little girl's eyes are clear and clean, and the slightly hooked cheeks are filled with soft and cute pear vortices.

Fu Pei glanced at it and then withdrew his gaze, and said in a somewhat serious tone, "It's all so big, why are you still frizzy, and you don't have a stand." ”

After Fu Pei said this, Fu Ting and Cen Ti were stunned for a moment, what kind of old father's education tone is this?

"Dad, ...... you" Fu Ting clenched his fingers, biting his lip and staring at him, Fu Pei's demeanor and tone of voice, how could he be so similar, his father in his previous life!

The young man lowered his eyelashes slightly, a row of smoky gray fell from the corners of his eyes, and his brows frowned slightly into a knot, "Just talk, how do you swallow and spit out?" ”

Fu reflexively shrunk his neck, thinking of the fear of being dominated by his father's education, and said softly, "I, I stewed tonic soup for my father." ”

"Didn't I tell you a long time ago that you don't need to do such a servant's thing?" The expression on Fu Pei's face was indifferent and solemn, and his tone was just as cold and harsh.

Cen Ti couldn't help but speak, "Uncle Fu, I hope you can get better soon." ”

Fu Pei glanced at him, his eyes were thick and deep, as if he was looking at him.

Cen Ti suddenly felt that something was wrong.

Fu Ting bit his lip and plucked up his courage to say, "Dad, I've already stewed it, so you can drink it first." ”

She opened the lid, scooped a spoonful of soup, and wanted to feed him.

"My hand hasn't broken yet, I don't need your little girl to feed me." Fu Pei avoided it, reached out and took the tonic soup, and drank it directly with his head up.

Fu listened to his actions and unconsciously clenched his fingers.

"Little brother, you're finally awake!" Fu Nanyan also came over, grinning, "But if you worry about me and my little niece, you must pay attention to safety next time." ”

"You're the second uncle who listened to me." Fu Pei glanced at him, his expression became even colder, and he reprimanded, "As an elder, how can you be as rough as a child, no wonder you haven't grown at all after so many years." ”

Fu Nanyan, "......"

Did Fu Pei drink fake wine?

It's obviously his younger brother, but how can he have a sense of déjà vu talking to his father.

*

Fu Pei insisted on being discharged from the hospital, but Fu Ting couldn't stop him, so he had to go through the discharge procedures.

Mingzhi learned that Fu Pei had an accident and ordered Fu Pei to go home to recuperate for a few days.

On the way back, Cen Ti was in charge of driving, and Fu Pei sat in the co-pilot, pretending to sleep with his eyes closed.

Fu Nanyan and Fu Ting sat in the back, no one spoke, and the atmosphere was condensed.

Fu Nanyan whispered to Fu Ting, "Listen, how do I feel that your father became so fierce after hitting his head, and he is more majestic than my father, are you afraid?" ”

Fu Ting was in a sullen mood and muttered softly, "He's not fierce!" ”

She turned her head to look out the window, and through the speeding scenery, her eyes flickered, and old memories appeared like a horse and flowers.

*

Fu Ting knew that she was different from other children since she was sensible, she only had a father, not a mother.

She is very well-behaved, she will not make trouble for her mother, and she will not be sad because she does not have a mother.

It's just that Dad is very busy every day and doesn't have time to spend with her.

Fu Ting has hardly had a meal with her father, because her father works in the entertainment industry and cannot disclose her identity as her father's daughter, and she lives a secretive life every day.

Dad found her a personal nanny to take care of her, and she would come to see her when she had time, and she sometimes only saw her dad once a month, and she wanted to wear it.

It was a sunny afternoon.

A white and glutinous little girl was carrying a small schoolbag, holding a small red flower in her hand, her little face was flushed, "Horn, I have a little red flower, the teacher praised me for being a very smart child today." ”

Fu Pei, who was in a suit and leather shoes, stood in front of the little girl, fading away from the youthfulness of a teenager, with a cold masculinity, and the charm of a mature man all over her body.

In response to the little girl's chatter, he only said "Hmm." "Yes.

The little girl followed behind the man with her little short legs, pouting slightly, a little aggrieved, "Horn, why don't you praise me, other children will be rewarded for getting little red flowers." ”

Fu Pei just told her very seriously, "Pride and complacency make people fall behind, you can't be in a hurry to be praised just because you have made a little achievement, you have to work harder." ”

Although the little girl was very disappointed, she nodded obediently.

Fu Pei sent her home and left, the little girl grabbed the corner of his clothes, "Horn, there is a parent-teacher conference next week, can you go and attend it." ”

The little girl was a little nervous and said, "You have never participated, everyone says that I am a wild child without parents." ”

"Listen, I said I'm busy, can you understand something?" Fu Pei pulled the little girl's hand away, her face was tired and helpless, it was impatient after being suppressed by reality, but Fu Ting didn't understand it at that time.

"Okay." The little girl showed a disappointed look on her face, timidly put her hands behind her back, and said glutinously, "Listen to the sensible, don't be angry." ”

Fu Pei squatted down, holding the little girl's shoulders with both hands, his eyes were very complicated, "Xiao Ting, Dad's work is different from others, you can't take a wrong step, if Dad doesn't make money, you can't afford to raise Xiao Ting, and you can't let Xiao Ting live a good life, understand?" ”

"Horn, when you're not busy, can you tell me a bedtime story?" The little girl's eyes were eager and humble, and she whispered.

She stretched out two little fingers and rubbed their fingertips, "I don't ask for much, it's just a matter of talking about Snow White, and it takes a few minutes." ”

Fu Pei's Adam's apple rolled and said yes.

But the little girl waited, from full of anticipation to disappointment, until she grew up, until her father died, but she didn't wait.