Meng Ying's End (3)

Fu Pei was alone with his hands in his pockets. His posture was elegant and handsome. He stared at Fu Ting's pale face and the corners of his lips curved into a seductive arc." I'll think about it.""

Fu Ting blinked her round and clear deer eyes and put on an affectionate expression." You're still considering? Am I not the daughter of this shrew?""

Fu Pei knew that the little girl was acting to protect him, and his heart was warm. His low voice was full of indulgence and warmth." Which girl can compare to you?""

Uncle Meng and Aunt Meng were dumbfounded. Then, Aunt Meng was so angry that her fat was trembling." You, you two b * stards. Don't you have any shame in public?""

Fu Pei raised his hand and tightened his tie. He looked cold and abstinent. When he faced Aunt Meng, his low magnetic tone was cold and indifferent." Little Fu Ting is not someone you can scold. Your family is ganging up to scam people. I'll call the police to deal with it.""