In the infirmary.
Fu Pei barged in like a gust of wind. His face was as if he was facing a great enemy, as if the end of the world had arrived. The school doctor was so scared that his glasses fell off. When he saw the little girl in his arms, he hurriedly went up to him.â What happened?ââ
Fu Pei placed Fu Ting on the bed. His dark eyes were filled with unruliness, and he was obviously worried about Fu Ting. However, his words were stiff.â Her leg is broken. Quick, let her take a look.ââ
âBroken leg? Is it that serious?â The school doctor examined Fu Ting nervously, but his gaze fell on Fu Tingâs fair ankle, which had a little bit of skin on it.
???
The school doctor was silent for a few seconds. He looked up at them with a complicated expression. Itâs indeed a little serious. If you came a few minutes later, you might have recovered.â
Fu Peiâs voice was dangerous.â Donât you need an X-ray scan to see if there are any internal injuries?â
The school doctor was speechless.
Do you f * cking think this is martial arts? Internal injuries?
Fu Ting was rather embarrassed.â Iâll be fine after a short rest.ââ
The school doctor took out a bottle of medicinal wine from the medicine box and stuffed it into Fu Peiâs hand.â This is medicinal wine for bruises. Just apply some on her and give her a massage.ââ
The school doctor was very perceptive and thought that this was a young couple in love. After saying that, he left and left the venue for the two of them.
Fu Pei sat beside Fu Ting and rubbed some medicinal wine on her ankle. He then clumsily placed his hand on her ankle, not knowing how to do it.
The little girlâs skin was too tender, like a piece of tofu. His hand was placed on it, creating a strong contrast with his rough wheat-colored skin.
Fu Pei was afraid that he would break the little girlâs ankle if he used too much force. He touched her tentatively and asked with a straight face,â Does it hurt?ââ
â.. It hurts.â Fu Ting retracted her leg, her pearly white teeth biting her lips until they were wet.
Fu Peiâs Adamâs apple bobbed as he unbuttoned his neck with his other hand. He pondered for a few seconds before his eyes turned cold.â Endure the pain.ââ
âDad, youâre so fierce.â Fu Ting suddenly felt wronged and looked at him accusingly.â Iâm hurt. Canât you be gentler?ââ
Fu Peiâs eyebrows twitched.
As a terrifying school bully, he had always been served by others, but he was now groveling and massaging her feet.
Not gentle enough?
Little Fool was simply pushing her luck!
â Little Fu Ting, donât cry.â His slightly low voice was slightly irritable.
âCanât Daddy coax Little Ting?âFu Tingâs voice was soft and nasal.
She would only show such a delicate side in front of her father.
Fu Pei sneered. He knew that women were creatures who were spoiled and arrogant. They would start a dye house if they were given a little color. He was determined not to encourage Little Foolâs evil behavior.
Therefore, coaxing him was impossible, forever impossible!
However, when he looked over, he saw the girl looking at him innocentlyâ¦
Fuck.
Who could withstand this?
Fu Pei massaged the space between his eyebrows. His handsome and noble face was expressionless. Three seconds later, he squeezed out a sentence with great difficulty.â How do you coax me? I donât know how.ââ
Fu Ting sniffled and said in a nasal voice,â Tell me a story.â
Ten minutes later.
When Fu Pei finished telling Snow Whiteâs story with a numb face, Fu Ting finally could not help but burst into laughter.
Fu Pei felt that his reputation as a school bully, which he had been brave for many years, was completely lost today. He got up and was about to leave.
Fu Ting tugged at the corner of his shirt. It was soft and soft.â Dad, can you help me get my prize thermos flask?ââ
Fu Pei was speechless.
You want me to get you a thermos flask when youâre making soup for that scumbag?