Chapter 335: Future Fu Dad 6

Chapter 335 Future Father Fu 6
Fu Qingji was completely stunned.
He admitted that he blamed Fu Pei, even worse than his parents.
The shadows for so many years made him almost paranoid in his mind, thinking that without Fu Pei, he would be able to grow up under the care of his parents like ordinary children, and would not become a useless person with walking obstacles.
So even looking at Fu Ting is not pleasing to the eye, a sense of rejection from the inside out.
But it doesn't mean that he really doesn't have the ability to think. Since Fu Ting can say this, it means that this medicine is really sent by Fu Ting.
Fu Sixing hated iron and steel and said to Fu Qingji, "Qingji, you don’t have to believe in Xiao Ting, you don’t believe in three aunts and three uncles, but I’m your elder brother. When you were young, I took you for the longest time. Will you deceive? If you don't even believe me, then we will verify the fingerprint now."
Fu Qingji's slender arms fell down, his expression was a bit stiff, he turned his face, "No need."
Fu Zang sighed, "Qingji, be sober, it doesn't matter if you blame us, but is Jiang Yan really good to you? If she is really that good, she won't make you misunderstand that this medicine is given by her. Yours, so as to guide you to take out shares to give her."
Fu Qingji's cold white fingertips curled up slightly, "The person I trust, I have eyes to see it, and I don't need anyone here to question it."
"What about you, what do you mean by giving me medicine?" Fu Qingji then looked at Fu Ting again, the lines on her face were very tight, and the emotions in her eyes were as cold as pine and bamboo.
"Who are you fierce?" Cen Qiong raised his chin slightly, and the man's always lazy eyebrows contained a slight chill.
Standing behind Cen Qiong, Fu Ting whispered, "Your leg hurts, I want to help you relieve the pain."
Fu Qingji's lip line tightened and he was slightly dazed.
He has never told anyone about the problem of leg pain.
Because it's useless and can't be cured, should it hurt or hurt.
Over time, everyone thought he got used to it.
Fu Qingji became less and less caring, enduring every pain, but the more people who lack warmth, the more warmth they desire.
He longed to be treated sincerely, but he shouldn't have said this from Fu Ting's mouth.
This made him feel extremely embarrassed.
Fu Qingji lowered his eyes, licked the corners of his lips with the tip of his tongue, with a cool voice, "So what? I want to thank you for the medicine given to me through this bottle of charity, and shake hands with Fu Pei to make peace? This is your purpose. Right."
"Fu Qingji, I think you are really hopeless!" Fu Sixing was furious and fisted directly at Fu Qingji, "Xiao Ting's kindness was interpreted maliciously by you. Your legs are lame and your heart is gone, right? ?"
"Don't do it." Fu Ting pulled Fu Sixing's arm, not wanting them to really fight.
Fu Qingji will have an operation soon, and his leg can no longer be injured.
"Who is rare!" Fu Qingji curled the corners of his lips and threw the medicine bottle under his feet, just as he refused to eat shrimp last time.
He just wanted to tell everyone here that he would not forgive them, would not accept Fu Pei, and would no longer treat them as family.
When Mingzhi saw this scene, tears kept falling, and she was about to faint in sadness.
The atmosphere is heavy.
Fu Ting paused, she walked over and picked up the medicine bottle.
The medicine in the medicine bottle has been spilled, and the little girl's white fingers picked them up one by one and sealed them.
Fu San's grievance with his family is more than 20 years, for him. He has not been cared for, or warmed. So he didn't believe anyone would treat him nicely for no reason. He has a prejudice against the heroine and the heroine's father. So he didn't believe that the heroine would treat her well for no reason. If I immediately made him trust the hostess because of this bottle of medicine, it would look very fake.
From doubt to trust. There must be a process. The most exciting thing in my writing process is a transformation and a wake-up call.
But if you just want to watch San Bo immediately relieve your heart knot and love the heroine of a plot, I can handle it in one sentence.
To be honest, it seems really meaningless.
(End of this chapter)