Reborn As the School Hunk’s Dearest Daughter

Ten p.m.

After Fu Ting took a shower, she was wearing a silk pajamas with suspenders, and lay on the sofa to handle her work comfortably.

She was so busy concentrating on it that she didn't even know that the door was opened, until the sound of a man dragging a suitcase in interrupted her thoughts.

As soon as Cen Juan got off the plane, he rushed home. He was dressed in a suit and leather shoes, his eyes were tired from busy work, but it didn't detract from his beauty in the slightest.

Fu Ting raised her eyes to look at him, then quickly looked away and continued to do her own thing.

Cen Juan originally thought that after seeing him for so long, the little girl would warmly embrace him, but he didn't expect to be completely ignored.

He raised his hand to unbutton his suit jacket, and hung it on the shelf next to him. He was wearing a black knitted sweater inside, and the sleeves were slightly rolled up, revealing his sexy arm lines, Baby, come here and give brother a hug.

Fu Ting ignored him.

Cen Juan sensed that something was wrong, changed his shoes and came to Fu Ting, leaned over and pressed her down, confining her between the sofa and his arms.

Facing the man's strong signal to intervene, Fu Ting had no choice but to look up at him, and said expressionlessly, Don't hinder me from doing things.

Cen Juan stared at Fu Ting's rosy lips, controlled the urge to kiss her, his Adam's apple moved up and down, and asked in a low voice, What happened?

fine.

The girl's attitude was cold, and Cen Juan's alarm bells rang in his heart, and he directly grabbed her wrist.

The man's body was covered with the chill of the night, and even the temperature of his fingertips was extremely cold. He slowly stroked the skin of her wrist, and chuckled lustfully and sexyly, Why block me?

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Fu Ting felt a little itchy from his touch, and couldn't help shrinking back, but he held him even tighter, and continued to be indifferent, If you want to block, then block.

Cen Juan was really wronged now, staring at her with pitch-black eyes, and said in a low voice, It's been so long, you don't make a single phone call, don't you miss your brother?

Fu Ting got angry when he saw his seductive appearance, pulled away from his embrace with a sullen face, and said angrily, It's annoying to see you!

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Before Cen Juan could react, Fu Ting ran upstairs with the computer in his hand, and was about to enter the room when the man who was chasing him blocked the door frame.

Fu Ting broke his big hand and said impolitely, Don't come in.

Cen Juan didn't move at all, just looked at Fu Ting and chuckled, I really don't want my brother?

No.

Fu Ting turned her face away, puffed up her cheeks, clean and white like a peeled egg.

The room was well heated, she was wearing silk pajamas, she had thin arms and legs, and she didn't wear a bra.

His palms were hot, he couldn't bear it, he quickly put his arms around her waist and carried her into the room.

The door slammed shut behind them, Cen Juan lowered his head and kissed her.

Fu Ting wanted to resist, but his hands were cut backwards with one hand and raised above his head.

The man looked addicted and seductive with his eyes closed, and Fu Ting, who was breathing hot, felt weak all over.

His other hand slipped across the collar at some point, and the cool, callused fingertips invaded her skin a little bit.

Slow and grueling.

Fu Ting trembled slightly, as if an electric current was rising from her back, and it was like the waves of the tide.

Before his breath was robbed, he stopped, panted slightly, and rubbed the tip of his nose against hers.

Whether you want it or not. Cen Juan's voice was hoarse and moving, Anyway, I want to die.