Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

The little girl stood in front of him with a petite one, her face was fair and delicate, and her eyes were unbelievably clean, which made Cen Wan feel a little restless in her heart.

The man moved his Adam's apple, turned around and went to the drawer under the coffee table in the living room to take out a medicine box.

He leaned back on the sofa lazily, hooked his fingers at Fu Ting, and released a sultry aura, like a monster, Come on.

What he knew was about taking the medicine, and what he didn't know, he thought he was waiting for the bed.

Fu Ting sat next to him, took out medicinal wine and cotton swabs from the medicine box, and motioned him to bow his head.

On one side of Cen Lian's body, he slowly slipped off a piece of clothes, revealing his sturdy and cold white shoulders, with a very light red mark on it.

Fu Ting, ...

Is such a trivial red mark as painful as he said?

She silently pursed her lips and leaned forward a bit. From her angle, she could see that the man lowered his eyes slightly, his eyelashes were thin and long, undeniably delicate.

This was the first time that Fu Ting had been so close to a boy other than her father. She tried her best to remain calm and gave Cen Juan medicine without any distractions.

Due to the action of rubbing the medicine, Fu Ting's cheeks came to the back of Cen Wan's ears, and the warm breath exhaled from the tip of his nose was sprayed on his neck...

Cen Lian's throat tightened, and his fingertips curled up gently, Children concentrate on rubbing the medicine.

The man looked over lazily, his voice low and tired, Don't touch my brother.

...

Fu Ting blushed and said unbearably, You're not my brother.

First of all, not to mention the wrong generation, the most important thing is that there is only one brother in her heart, and that is God J, and she will never call him brother Cen Juan.

Why, I think my brother is not good-looking enough. Cen Wan raised his brows slightly, looked at her in a relaxed manner, and laughed softly, So the children don't want to call?

Fu Ting pretended not to speak.

The other party was silent for a few seconds, and then said slowly, Why do children look down on people?

His voice was low and sexy, with shallow breathing, as if there was an electric current rushing into Fu Ting's ears, numb and tormented.

The girl thought with a stern face, how can this monster be so hooked?

She ignored her, and Cen Juan squinted at her, tickled the end of her sloppy eyes, and coaxed in a low voice, You can't even scream?

Fu Ting quickened the speed of his hands, gave him the medicine quickly, and then ran upstairs with a rub.

Cen Wan looked at the back of the little girl who was fleeing, hooked his lips and laughed, opened a small half of his chest - his chest vibrated with a sexy range, and his eyes were unconsciously deep.

*

Back in the room, Fu Ting sat cross-legged on the bed, turned on the computer, and started writing the second novel.

Fu Pei wants to film in the future. One novel is not enough for him to act, so she has to write several more.

This time, she plans to write a science fiction theme, the title of the book is [City], and she will write 10,000 chapters and send it out.

In addition to writing novels, Fu Ting also made a few design drawings and sent them out for future needs.

After that, it was just time for J God to start broadcasting.

The era of intelligence has begun, and the current live broadcast software can already send barrage.

As soon as Fu Ting entered the live broadcast room, he saw that God J was ready.

This time he seemed to be in a room with a gray wall in the background. The lights in the room were dim, projecting the slender figure of the man and those delicate, dazzling hands.

The barrage brushes quickly:

【Ah, ah, my husband is here! ! 】

[Since the picture quality is clear, it is more convenient for me to lick my brother's hand]

[My brother is so superior, my brother's legs are not legs, but the spring water on the Seine River]

【What kind of piano is your brother going to play today! 】

Fu Ting: I only have one brother, God J!

Cen Juan: Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee hee