Chapter 9: Moving bricks to raise you 6

Chapter 9 Moving Bricks to Support You 6
Fu Pei came back ten minutes later. Because he ran too fast, the ink was messed up by the wind, hot sweat rolled off his forehead, and the broken hair around his cheekbones was wet.
The shirt behind the boy's broad shoulders was also soaked with sweat, and his chest was undulating rapidly.
He carried a bag with skeletal fingers and threw it in front of Fu Ting. He panted slightly, and his voice became clear and tired, a bit fierce, "Take it to eat."
The bag was filled with cold medicine to reduce fever and cough. It turned out that my father bought her medicine.
Fu Ting instantly warmed his heart, showing his little white teeth with a sweet smile, "Dad, you are so kind."
Fu Pei uncomfortably pushed his cheek with the tip of his tongue, squinted his eyes slightly, and his jaw line was tight. "I'm just afraid that you will infect me. Don't think too much, understand?"
Fu heard "Oh" with a bewildered look, "Dad, just buy a medicine, why are you running in such a hurry?"
Fu Pei's expression was a little unnatural. The ghost knew how he was so urgent, probably because he was afraid of coming back late. What happened to the little girl?
Fuck.
He is probably going crazy too.
"If you let you eat, you can eat, why do you talk so much?" Fu Pei took out a veil and wiped the sweat from his face to the neck, also concealing his unknown embarrassment.
Fu Ting looked at the medicine in his hand and asked cautiously, "Dad, do we have sugar at home?"
Fu Pei raised his long eyebrows, his eyebrows were deep and his expression looked a bit fierce.
Fu Ting covered his mouth, coughed delicately, and replied with urn sound, "I'm afraid of hardship."
She likes sweets the most, she can't stand any bitterness, and she needs sugar as long as she takes medicine.
Fu Pei really squeezed her heart to death, but his next move was to get into the kitchen, turn boxes and cabinets, and finally found a small bag of brown sugar and threw it to Fu Ting.
The boy's apple moved, and his voice squeezed out between his teeth, "This is the only thing. If you don't eat it, then you can die."
I knew that my father was hard-hearted, and every time he pretended to be pitiful, he had to control her.
Fu Ting lowered her head, and a cunning light flashed through her clear and watery eyes.
After taking the medicine, Fu Ting became dizzy and fell asleep holding the quilt. The fragrance of the plants and trees on her father's body made her feel very belonging and she was sleeping peacefully.
Looking at this scene, Fu Pei always felt a little pain in his face, saying that it was impossible to let her sleep in bed?
But if he drags her away now, he seems unable to do this.
Forget it, as a boss, you don't need to worry about these little things, isn't it just sleeping on the ground?
What's more, the little idiot is so squeamish that he has to spend his money on medicine if he catches a cold on the floor?
He tried to maintain his gangster style, and lay on the mat on the ground casually to get a good night's sleep.
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Fu Ting slept until the next day, and the moment he opened his eyes was refreshed.
Fu Peichen ran back and saw the scene of the little girl getting off his bed. He was numb to the point that there was no turbulence in his heart.
Fu Ting stretched his waist and touched his growling belly, staring at Fu Pei, "Dad, I'm hungry."
The little girl licked the corners of her mouth and looked like a chick begging for food.
Fu Pei had a heart attack for a while, without saying anything, turned around and went to the kitchen, found some dried noodles in the cupboard, and started cooking.
Soon, Fu Pei felt that he was too obedient?
He is a middle-handed man, and only others serve him. How can he serve the little girl?
But thinking of what the little fool did, Fu Pei couldn't help but have a bold conjecture.
Wouldn't it be that the little fool's family was ruined, and his head had a problem. He treated her as his dad, right?
If this is the case, it's really enough to commit sins. Cooking a meal for her seems to be nothing, right?
Fu Pei persuaded himself once again to become a full-time dad with hard work.
When Fu Pei came out with the two bowls of noodles he had prepared, Fu Ting had finished washing and sat upright at the shaky small table with a missing corner.
"Dad, this is the first time I have eaten the meal you cooked for me." Fu Ting held the warm noodles and smiled very happily.
When she was born in the last life, her father worked hard in the entertainment industry. He was so busy that he didn't touch the floor. Later, he became the actor, and he had no time to eat with her, let alone cooking for her.
Fu Ting's nose was a bit sore, and suddenly felt that it was great to be reborn, and it was great to see his father when he was a teenager.
Fu Pei thought that the little idiot had just died, and there was a problem with his brain, so he didn't mock her.
"Hey, there is a sun egg!" Fu listened to a piece of fried egg from the bottom of the bowl, took a bite happily, and squinted his eyes fragrantly. He looked like a greedy cat. He was terribly obedient.
She glanced at Fu Pei, "Dad, why don't you have a sun egg?"
Fu Pei was swollen face, masseter muscles bulged with the force of chewing, a kind of wild hook.
Hearing this, he snorted, "Lao Tzu's chirping things, I hate to eat them."
Of course the arrogant Fu Dao would not say that Fu Ting's egg is the only one in the family.
If in normal times, he would not let Fu Ting eat.
After all, the little idiot is a sick person, so he must eat well.
Anyway, the little girl called him Dad, she could not end up with a reputation for treating her children harshly.
Fu listened to a soft "Oh" and ate it obediently.
Fu Pei watched her eating, taking small bites, cheeks bulging like a pufferfish, and he couldn't help but think of the big orange cat raised by Xie's family.
It's like this, too stupid!
Forget it, who made him look like her dead father, and he was reluctant to drive her away, just keep it as a silly cat, and he can't eat much.
But two days later, Fu Pei fell into despair.
Because Fu Ting is too edible!
Today is still a day without a successful contract
(End of this chapter)