Chapter 361: My princess 3

Chapter 361 My Princess 3
When Master Enci saw Fu Pei’s first glance, those eyes that were muddy because of his old age lit up, and he said with interest, "Lao Sheng who has stepped on the coffin with one foot, is so lucky to see Shenghun The existence of a different situation."
Obviously, this gracious master was capable, and he could tell that Fu Pei was wrong.
Fu Pei put his hands in his pockets, it was extremely cold, his dark eyes were behind his sunglasses, and he looked at him quietly, "You know I am not here."
Master Enci held his hands behind him, stared at Fu Pei for a while, and said slowly, "You have a heavy Buddha light on your body, you are a blessed person."
Fu Pei was silent for a few seconds, the tip of his tongue touched the back teeth, and he said in a deep voice, "I want to resurrect, can the master have a way?"
Master Enci pondered for a moment, and shook his head, "You still have obsessions, and there is no time yet."
Fu Pei didn't quite understand, his breath deepened a little, his whole body was clear and cold, and he frowned, "I have nothing to miss here."
If yes, it is only his daughter.
Seeing that Fu Ting is good, has a very good new home, and has a father who loves her.
This is good.
Master Enci said meaningfully, "Donor, pay for it, you have done good deeds in your previous life. This life is to give you a chance to make up for your regrets. Don't miss this opportunity."
Fu Pei clenched his fingers slightly, stretched out his hand and pressed the center of his eyebrows. He didn't even think clearly about breaking his head. Does he have any unfinished obsessions?

Fu Pei rushed home the next night, and Mingzhi arranged for a servant to cook him a rich dinner.
Fu Ting knew that Fu Pei was back tonight, and came here early and waited.
When Fu Pei's figure appeared in the hallway, Fu Ting immediately walked up and graciously took out slippers from the shoe cabinet and gave him, "Dad, you are back."
Fu Ting's voice was soft and waxy, like sweet butter. When he said this, he looked a little cautious.
She looked at Fu Pei intently, hoping to see the familiar dad.
Fu Pei lowered his eyes and didn't look at her. He unbuttoned the collar with one hand and said in a low voice.
He changed his shoes and came in. Fu Ting walked behind him, his head hanging down, looking a little sad.
Sure enough, this dad is still the dad of the future, and Fu Ting feels unspeakable melancholy.
Mingzhi and Fu Zang looked in his eyes, a little unclear. Therefore, the father and daughter have become more and more estranged recently.
That's weird.
While eating, Mingzhi asked Fu Pei with concern, "Xiao Pei, have you been very tired from filming recently?"
Fu Pei slightly lowered his delicate eyebrows, ate the food without hurriedness, graceful and noble, "It's okay."
Mingzhi glared at him, and said in an uncomfortable tone, "Since you are not tired, what are you doing all day long, just like who owes you money? You are scared to talk by Xiao Ting. "
Fu Pei's well-knotted fingers tightened, and his jaw was slightly constricted. He glanced deeply at Fu Ting, who was on the other side, who was not making a sound while grilling rice.
It looks a bit pitiful.
Fu Zang put down his chopsticks and said thoughtfully, "Xiao Peixiao listen, have you quarreled? If there is a conflict, just say that the cold war hurts the relationship between father and daughter."
In fact, this is how my father will get along with Fu Ting in the future.
Just because of the comparison with the young father, onlookers who don't know the truth feel that they are not close.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see how much Fu Ting depends on Fu Pei.
But now suddenly he kept his distance dull, as if he was afraid of Fu Pei.
Of course, Mingzhi couldn't bear her baby granddaughter being wronged, and she was about to educate Fu Pei how to be a good father.
"Miss Fu, you have a rash on your hand." The servant next to him suddenly said in surprise.
I saw a small rash on Fu Ting's fair arm. The girl's skin was already white, and the scene of the rash was even more shocking.
"Oh, what's the matter?" Mingzhi immediately got up and rushed to Fu Ting's side, frowning anxiously at the red rash, and she dared not touch it.
Fu Zheng analyzed and said, "It looks like you are allergic."
Mingzhi said immediately, "Then let's go to the hospital."
Fu Ting opened his big clear eyes, "Grandma doesn't need it, just rub some medicine."
The servant took the medicine box and Mingzhi helped Fu listen to the medicine, "Listen to what you have eaten, why are you allergic?"
Fu Ting didn't know, he blinked his eyes blankly, and said softly, "I only ate a bite of the dish."
She pointed to a drooling chicken in front of her, and it seemed that there was no problem.
Mingzhi thought of something and asked the servant, "What seasoning did you add?"
The servant replied, "Chinese pepper, cinnamon, bay leaf."
Mingzhi smiled, "The old lady is allergic to cinnamon. Xiaoting must have inherited this physique. Why didn't you report it to me before adding the leaves?"
The taste of everyone in the family Mingzhi will greet the servants in advance and tell them what they should not eat.
Obviously this drool came out suddenly.
The servant glanced at Fu Pei and said weakly, "Madam, this is what the young master ordered. He gave me a menu before and told me that he would cook it according to his taste when he was at home."
In the future, Fu Pei has very high food requirements and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. What seasons to add to each dish must be clearly arranged to avoid being unable to eat, so he specifically explained to the servant.
When the servant saw him coming back tonight, he cooked the food according to his taste.
When Mingzhi heard this, she became even more angry, and looked at Fu Pei wonderingly, "Xiao Pei, you are Xiao Ting's father, don't you know what Xiao Ting is allergic to? How can you ignore Xiao Ting's body and just satisfy your mouth and belly? Desire?"
Fu Pei sat there with his back straight, his eyes darkened, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't say it.
He rarely had contact with Fu Ting before, and he really didn't know what Fu Ting was allergic to.
Fu Ting whispered, "Grandma, I'm fine, I shouldn't eat indiscriminately."
"It's okay if it's all red?" Mingzhi felt distressed, and lightly breathed on Fu Ting's arm, complaining even more about Fu Pei.
"I think your father is really busy and dizzy. He is really young. This father is not doing his job well."
She just said casually, Fu Pei listened to her ears, her profile became tighter, and a blue vein appeared between her neck, and she was shockingly cold.
The boy didn't say a word, his long eyelashes were covered, and he couldn't see the emotions in his eyes.
After a pause, the boy put down his dishes and whispered, "I'd better move back to my apartment."
"Say you two words, you still have to move out." Mingzhi saw that Fu Pei not only refused to apologize to Fu Ting and said good things, but also moved emotionally, making it even more angry.
"You don't need to move away." Fu Ting raised his eyes and looked at Fu Pei with a clear and clear look, pretending to be meaningless, "I'll go back to the villa to live in. It's close to the school. I have time to come and see you again. "
Fu Pei stared at Fu Ting's eyes. The girl's eyes were so clean, there was nothing wronged or sad inside.
It seems that he has become accustomed to his father's ignorance of her, and he will not feel angry about it.
But it was this calm that made Fu Pei firmer about the thought in his heart.

Fu Ting finally received a call from Ninghai's genius doctor.
The genius doctor Ninghai has obtained the explanation from his wife Xiang Fei and is ready to undertake the operation to treat Fu Qingji.
(End of this chapter)