I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

"Hey, brother, brother, calm down, calm down, this is a live broadcast, child abuse is against the law, and abuse of children who are doing their homework will be severely condemned by the general public! Besides, I see small children. Yan didn't do it on purpose, maybe he really thinks that your name is Jian Dou Xin better?"

"..." Jian Yi stared at him coldly: "Then this name is given to you."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Jian Chenglang said in his heart, if I really want to be called Jian Douxin, and I will go out to be a prodigal son in a nightclub in the future, drive a luxury car, and pick up women, I'm afraid I won't even give a business card.

Even if I give it, people may think I am a bean paste seller just by looking at the name.

Thinking of this, Jian Chenglang had to thank them. Their knowledgeable parents actually gave him and his brother such a cultured name.

After silently thanking him, Jian Cheng Lang coughed lightly, thinking of solving the matter quickly.

So, he quietly glanced at Jian Xiyan who was burying his head in writing the composition, and when he saw that he hadn't noticed this, he whispered to Jian Yi:

"Brother, don't be angry, I think even if you kill Xiaoyan, he won't change it, it's not like you don't know how stubborn Xiaoyan is, you can see that he puts the name on your business card. It was changed, and it was made clear that I wanted you to change your name."

Jian Yi was expressionless: "So, I will be called Jian Dou Xin in the future?"

"..." Jian Chenglang couldn't hold back any longer. Just as he was about to laugh, he was stared back by his brother. He hurriedly said:

"Brother, you can bear it now, if it's a big deal, you can steal Xiaoyan's composition and change the word 'Bean Heart' back. It's rare that Xiaoyan has begun to write about you. Don't you want to read it? , is your image in Xiao Yan's heart?"

At the last parent meeting, Jian Xi said "I don't have a father", which directly wiped out Jian Yi's existence.

Not to mention, describe the image of Jian Yi's father in his heart.

For example, Xiao Luli, in her heart, her father is tall and thin, and he is the best and best person in the world.

In Qu Qianqian's eyes, Qu Sinian looks as good-looking as her.

Although there is only such a sentence, it can be regarded as a disguised praise for the good growth of the next song.

As for Zhang Yiming, he wrote about Zhang Dazhuang as dark and fat, with small eyes. Although they are all derogatory words, it is true, but at the very least, Zhang Yiming also wrote about the image of his father in his heart.

Only simple Western proverbs.

Jian Xiyan himself has a big problem. He is a little autistic and doesn't like to talk. He is bored in the room all day long. Even the psychiatrist doesn't know what he is thinking.

After finally going to kindergarten, after hanging out with Lu Li and the others, Jian Xiyan's situation improved a lot, and gradually he became a lot more outgoing.

Although he still doesn't like to talk, he can at least write.

But he never wrote about what kind of person my father was and how my father was. Jian Chenglang didn't know if Jian Xiyan had told Xiao Luli about Jian Yi, but in his memory, Jian Xiyan rarely mentioned his father. He never said good things about Jian Yi, often fought with Jian Yi, and never said bad things about Jian Yi.

Still silent.

Now I finally have a chance to look at Jian Xiyan's heart, Jian Yi's image, even if there is only one sentence, no matter whether it is good or bad, as long as Jian Xiyan wrote Jian Yi, it is worth it.

At least they can finally know what kind of existence Jian Yi is to Jian Xiyan.

Jian Yi didn't say a word, apparently tacitly agreeing.

In this aspect of Jian Xiyan's mental illness, Jian Yi has always been able to make great concessions.

Jian Chenglang was not afraid that his brother would not agree, but he did not expect that this would be the decision he regretted the most today.

In the days when they were talking, Jian Xiyan had already written down a lot.

The photographer also noticed it, and quickly zoomed in on the text of Jian Xiyan's composition.

But he didn't dare to get too close. After all, Jian Xiyan didn't like the proximity of strangers, which would make him feel disgusted.

Then--

Three seconds passed—

The audience in the live broadcast room went crazy with laughter!

Jian Chenglang's expression was so stiff that it couldn't be stiffer.

Jian Yi was already pressing his knuckles expressionlessly.

Jian Xiyan did not notice them, and was still writing the composition with great devotion:

[I have a father, his name is Jian Douxin. Actually, I didn’t have a father before, because I asked my father to dig coal, but he didn’t go and beat me, saying that he just wanted to sell the house. So, when he was selling the house, he was beaten to death. But now when I write an essay, my father must be by my side. The title is also my father. I have no choice. I have to let my father come back to life and let him watch my writing. Otherwise, sister Lili and the others have fathers. No, I would be ashamed. When I finish writing the composition, my father will die again, but this time, he wasn't beaten to death by selling his house, he was beaten to death by me, because his name is too difficult to write, I wrote it all It's been five times, but I still can't write it well, and he keeps asking me to change it. Hey, his name and him are so annoying, let's die sooner. 】

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Jian Yi: "..."

Five seconds later—

"elder brother!!!"

Jian Chenglang's heart-wrenching voice sounded in the Lu's living room: "Brother, calm down, I'll wipe, you, you, do you still remember that I am your favorite brother!!! Ah, I x , stop beating, stop beating, brother, yes, it was Xiao Yan who said he wanted to kill you, and it was he who said that you were annoying, it has nothing to do with me, why are you beating me?"

Jian Chenglang clutched his stomach, wanting to cry without tears, with a look of injustice.

Jian Yi pressed her wrist with her fingers, and borrowed Jian Chenglang's previous words expressionlessly: "It is against the law to abuse children, and abuse of children who are doing their homework will be severely condemned by the general public, so I can't beat them. He can only hit you."

"..."

Jian Chenglang looked dog-legged: "...Brother, do you actually think that I actually look like a child?"

Jian Yi glanced at him indifferently: "A 23-year-old child?"

Jian Chenglang touched his nose angrily: "... when I didn't say it."

When Jian Chenglang walked over to the sofa, he saw Jian Xiyan and wanted to continue writing.

He shuddered suddenly, and felt that his whole body was starting to hurt, so he hurried over to stop him, he smiled reluctantly:

"That, Xiaoyan, didn't your teacher say that you should write at least 200 words in your composition, you already have 200 words, you don't need to continue to write, really, really don't need to, you have written very, very well Well, even my uncle read it and thought that you wrote it very well, then the teacher will definitely give you an excellent one!"

[Hahahaha, in order not to be beaten to death by his brother, the director of the show even said this kind of bullshit! 】

【Ah, ah, brother Xiyan, write to me! Continue to write, write him a thousand words, hahahaha I can't laugh enough! 】

【That's it! The poor director alone has fulfilled all of us. This deal is a good deal hahahaha! 】