I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Jian Chenglang's affectionate and touching words have just fallen.

Jian Xiyan's clear eyes instantly lit up, but he didn't react.

Next to him, after praising her sister Lili as the most beautiful in the world, Qu Qianqian, who was about to start praising her as the most beautiful in the universe, seemed to hear something, and the tips of her ears moved slightly——

Then, he suddenly stood up from the sofa.

"……excellent?"

Saying that, Qu Qianqian widened her eyes and looked at Jian Chenglang, as if she was asking for proof, Xiaomayin said in a hurry:

"Uncle, you mean, brother Xiyan's composition will be excellent, right?"

Jian Chenglang was stunned for a moment, not sure why she asked that, but when she met her big clear eyes, she was still a little guilty, and for a while, she didn't answer right away.

As far as Jian Xiyan wrote about his father dead and alive, and hoped that his father would die soon, there is no positive composition, and if he passes, the teacher is blind.

Not to mention giving him a great one.

A really good composition should be about how hard my father works every day, how much he loves me, and how much I love him. I must be filial to him when I grow up.

Like this, the whole process revolves around, "Father is kind and son is filial", "I love my father the most", "Dad is too hard, I have to be considerate of him" composition.

That is excellent writing.

Instead of a simple western proverb, the whole composition has a central point:

My enemy dad.

Being filial to a father and a son is completely irrelevant.

But being stared at by Jian Xiyan, Jian Chenglang still bit the bullet, put his hand to his lips, and coughed lightly: "Of course."

Zhang Yiming also heard it, and seeing that Jian Chenglang was so sure, he immediately believed it.

His eyes also brightened, he quickly got up from his seat, and said to Jian Xiyan next to him: "Brother Xiyan, can you show me your composition? I want to see how you wrote it. I want to be great too!"

Little Lu Li, who was far away, had better ears, and Zhang Yiming's voice was already loud, so she heard it too, her dark eyes rounded, and Xiao Nianyin hurriedly said, "Excellent? Where is the excellence? I want it too, I want it too!”

Seeing this, Qu Qianqian hurriedly spread the word: "Sister Lili, the best is in brother Xiyan's composition! Uncle said that brother Xiyan's composition will definitely be excellent!"

"Really?" Xiao Luli said in surprise, "Brother Xiyan, can you, can you teach us how to write? People want excellence too!"

Jian Xiyan nodded, without any reservations, and directly wrote a few big characters on the writing board:

Simple, just write to death.

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Jian Yi: "..."

Lu Junhan: "..."

Qu Sinian: "..."

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

In an instant, the audience was extremely quiet, as if there was no one alive.

In the next second, Qu Qianqian said in surprise: "Is it so simple? Is it possible to achieve excellence in this way?"

From Qu Qianqian's point of view, it's really simple. After all, it's written to death, and my father is not really dead.

In contrast, getting "excellent" is more important.

After all, it is an aristocratic kindergarten, and the teacher education is the most cutting-edge and the best.

Teachers are also very demanding.

The work is marked very strictly.

As for Qu Qianqian and Lu Li, they were doted on by their family members. Unlike other rich families, they began to force their children to study at the age of one or two.

As a result, Qu Qianqian and the others were in kindergarten, and their level was much different from that of other children who had learned to read and write early.

The other children's homework has been excellent several times, but Lu Li's work is almost all good.

Of course, it's also because they love to play.

The other children are out of class, and they are all in their seats, studying and doing homework conscientiously.

The four of them were good. After class, it was as if they had just been released from prison. They were very happy and couldn't sit still in their own positions.

They would just gather around eating candy and chatting.

If it weren't for the fact that their genes were good, their brains were smart and flexible, and they also hired tutors at home, otherwise, they would not even be able to get good grades.

Qu Sinian and the others didn't want to put too much pressure on them so early, and believed in free education. At the same time, they felt that it was good to have a good one. As long as they were happy, they were better than anything else.

They think so, the little guy doesn't think so.

What they can't say is the best.

Every time, I see other children's excellent homework, and Xiao Honghua, Xiao Luli and the others don't mention how envious they are.

They also want an excellent one.

Just one, and they're satisfied.

So, I heard that as long as you write your father to death, you can get excellent, and it is not really dead anyway.

Qu Qianqian didn't think too much about it, so she found a new composition and started writing.

Seeing this, Zhang Yiming also took out a new composition. Fortunately, he had a good brother-like posture. The little fat hand patted his dad's shoulder, hehe said:

"Dad! Don't worry! I promise you will die miserably! Hahahaha, excellent! I'm here!"

Obviously, in Zhang Yiming's mind, the more miserable his father died, the better his composition would be.

Zhang Dazhuang: "..."

Xiao Luli was also very excited. She took out the writing text and felt extremely sad at the thought of writing her father to death.

Although it wasn't really dead, the little girl couldn't bear to write her father dead.

Therefore, she raised her black and clear eyes and comforted her father earnestly:

"Dad, why don't you just die first? Just die gently! Wait, wait until someone's composition is excellent, and you can come back to life! So don't be afraid, they won't let you die. too long."

Lu Junhan: "..."

And Jian Xiyan glanced at Jian Yi and raised the writing pad: How do you want to die? I can satisfy you.

Jian Yi: "..."

Seeing that Jian Yi didn't speak, Jian Xiyan didn't care, and began to write down again.

Jian Yi: "..."

After three seconds.

The four parents had the same expressionless expressions, and then looked at Jian Chenglang, the culprit, in unison.

Jian Chenglang's whole body jolted: "...Well, I remember that I have something to do, so I'll go first!"

Jian Chenglang turned around, and just as he was about to run, Qu Sinian next to him ruthlessly pressed him back on the sofa.

Zhang Dazhuang stood up with a grim smile on his face, and his words gnashed his teeth:

"Hey! Brother Jane, what are you running for! You gave us such a big gift, and we haven't even thanked you properly yet."

"..."

Jian Chenglang snorted haha: "This, this is not necessary..."

Qu Sinian stared at him expressionlessly.

Jian Chenglang coughed lightly and bit his head, "If you have to thank me, it's not impossible, hahahaha,"

As he was talking, he changed his words and said sternly: "But it seems to be quite cold here. I will go out and add some clothes first. After adding clothes, you will..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a loud "bang", and the door to the Lu family living room was closed.

Block out the cold wind from outside.

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Lu Junhan was casually playing with the lighter in his hand. Seeing Jian Chenglang looking over, he raised his thin lips: "You're welcome."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

【Good night!

I'm afraid some people will argue and say that it's not good or bad for children to write dead fathers, but in fact, children really don't think too much, they think very simply.

They feel that it is just written to die, but not really dead, so it doesn't matter, my little nephew is like this, and he also wrote his parents to death in the composition, saying that his parents died, which is very pitiful, because the child knows that this is making up a story , so I write as much as I like, but in reality, if my little nephew accidentally touches it, my little nephew will be more worried than anyone else, and even cry.

It's like some people, verbally swearing, laughing and saying to their friends, go to hell!

This is obviously not really dead, it's just a joke! Don't be serious! Seriously, you lose! 】