Chapter 61: Beijing Fu Jia 1

Chapter 61 Beijing Fu Family 1
Fu Pei narrowed his eyes slightly, stretched out his hand to take a picture on the computer, and said casually, "I went out for something this afternoon. I just came back and bought it for you on the way. Use it to see if there is any problem."
Fu Ting stared at the computer and didn't move for ten seconds.
After a long time, she slowly said, "Where is the money?"
Fu Pei went to the kitchen to pour a glass of water, drank it all in one breath, and put the glass on the coffee table.
He raised his eyebrows, wild and wild, "It's not just a computer, my brother has a lot of skills, so I can get it for Fu Xiaoting."
Fu Ting pursed his pink lips, and looked at him so quietly without saying a word.
The young man walked in front of her with long legs, his fingertips with distinct articulations hooked on Fu Ting's braid, his lips were dyed bright and moist, and he smiled wildly, "I'm so happy, aren't you? It’s just a computer, and other children have normal children, not to mention my mentally retarded children."
Fu Ting stood up fiercely and stretched out his hand to untie his clothes.
"What are you doing?" Fu Pei responded quickly and grabbed Fu Ting's hand. His breath was still a little bit more magnetic, and his words became more magnetic, low and sweet. "Fu Xiaoting is not good, a man's body can't be touched, eh?"
Fu Ting's wet eyes were stubborn, "Are you going to punch a black punch?"
Fu Pei licked the corner of his lower lip, lowering his eyes to hide the guilty conscience that flashed under his eyes.
He did not speak, but silence equaled confession.
Fu Ting's eyes were red suddenly, and those eyes that were cleaner than the surface of the lake seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, and tears could be shed at any time.
"What are you crying?" A panic flashed across Fu Pei's eyes, as if a little helpless, and a little overwhelmed with annoyance, subconsciously let go of Fu Ting's hand.
Fu Ting took the opportunity to open his shirt and saw that the well-textured wheat-colored chest and abdomen were covered with large black marks, like needles piercing Fu Ting’s eyes.
Fu Pei's raised Adam's apple rolled, his voice low, and three-pointed frantic, "I'm great, I'll hit ten in one breath, and I won you back the computer."
Fu Ting watched, suddenly turned around and sat on a chair with his shoulders shaking.
Fu Fei was dumbfounded for a few seconds, pressing his hands on the chair, and turning directly around, letting Fu Ting face him.
The girl's depressed, delicate choking sound clearly fell into his cochlea.
Fu Pei leaned down, surrendering like a fierce beast, and there seemed to be a pair of ears on his head that were drooping softly, and his lips were close to Fu Ting’s ears and said in a low gesture,
Only this time, next time. not going."
Fu Ting's head dropped a little lower, a naive act of anger.
Terrible.
Getting angry is so good!
Fu Pei licked the tips of his teeth, lowered his body, almost half kneeling on the ground, with a lower sight than Fu Ting, and looked up into Fu Ting Honghong's sight, "I bought you candy, don’t cry. Okay?"
With a low, dumb, sullen voice, the teenager stuffed the citrus-flavored candy in his palm into Fu Ting's hand.
Fu Ting's eyes were filled with water vapor, almost overwhelming her sight. She glanced at the candy in her hand and sucked her nose vigorously, "Dad, do you hurt?"
Fu Pei has survived all these years by himself, and he has almost forgotten the taste of pain.
Except for his grandmother, Fu Ting is the first person to care about him.
Under the not-so-bright light, the young man's eyebrows were slightly red, and he was surly and wild. "I'm a man, what's that? It hurts!"
Fu Ting plunged into his arms and hugged him tightly, "I don't want a computer, I want you to be well."
She regretted it. She had known her father would fight black punches for her computer, and she would definitely not be angry with him.
She forgot that her father was only 18 years old now. He didn't know that Meng Ying, who helped him, was trying to figure out his villain.
He just used his own way awkwardly, trying to maintain the only warmth.
His arms seemed to be rolling in a small stove, burning into Fu Pei's heart all the way.
When Fu Ting learned that the computer was not in the morning, the light in his eyes instantly went out. He looked very unhappy.
He had only one belief at the time, for the light in her eyes, even if it was his life, he could give it.
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