I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Lujia Villa.

living room.

The atmosphere fell into a deadly silence again.

According to Jian Chenglang's arrangement, Qu Sinian was in charge of supervising Lu Li; Lu Junhan was in charge of supervising Qu Qianqian; Jian Yi was in charge of supervising Zhang Yiming; and Zhang Dazhuang was in charge of supervising Jian Xiyan.

The photographers and staff members of the three groups of guests were all standing not far or near, and everyone held their breaths for fear of disturbing them.

This struggle between parents and children looks peaceful without the smoke of gunpowder, but in fact, the waves are surging, the smoke of gunpowder is everywhere, and the war is about to break out.

The audience in the live broadcast room made their bets, and some people believed that the little guys would definitely win.

However, some people think that Jian Chenglang's arrangement can't be wrong, and his analysis is also very reasonable and well-founded. This time, the parents will definitely win.

Most of the remaining people felt that the final result would definitely be a lose-lose—the child drove the parents crazy again, the parents couldn't bear it, and they beat their children to death, and no one could please them.

The title of the composition has not changed, it is still: my father.

After the four little guys were familiar with writing the topic on the new composition text, they began to write the text.

The first sentence is still: [I have a father, his name is xxx...]

The four little guys are all writing seriously.

Half a minute later, Zhang Dazhuang was the first to speak out.

"Jane... Dou Xin? Hahaha, who is this Jane Dou Xin?"

He couldn't hold back, and with a "hey" sound, the big, thick, dark hand subconsciously patted Jian Xiyan's thin back, haha, and said with a bold laugh:

"Silly boy, isn't your father's name Jian Yi? How could you write a composition and change your father's name!"

Zhang Dazhuang is used to taking pictures of Zhang Yiming.

At this moment, the intensity is still the same as that of Zhang Yiming, without any reduction.

But Zhang Yiming is a sturdy little fat man, no matter how hard he beats, how hard he shoots, he won't be bad, but Jian Xiyan is not. He is very small and thin. Lie down on the table.

Simple Western proverb: "..."

If it was Zhang Yiming here, I'm afraid he would have yelled at him long ago.

But Jian Xiyan had a hard time speaking, couldn't hold a word for a long time, blushed with anger, and was about to find a writing board, write, and tell Zhang Dazhuang not to shoot him.

But before he could find the writing board, he was photographed again by Zhang Dazhuang, who had no vision.

This time, Jian Xiyan was photographed and lay down on the table.

Simple Western proverb: "..."

Simple Western proverb: "!!!!!!"

I want to scold people!

"Hey! Boy, are you not good at writing your father's name?"

Zhang Dazhuang didn't notice Jian Xiyan's staring at him, so he pouted:

"It's true, your father's name is really difficult to write, but it's literate, you don't know, when I got your father's business card, I still researched it for a long time, hahaha, I researched for a long time, but nothing I figured out what the word was, but I thought it was a typo on the computer! After I asked others, I realized that the word had the same pronunciation as the 'meaning' of 'accident', eh, why don't you say your father's name is Jianyi What! What a wonderful name to write!"

Simple Western proverb: "..."

"Hey, why are you lying on the table?" Zhang Dazhuang noticed now, and quickly pulled him back, "You still have to write an essay, don't fall asleep! Go to sleep after you finish writing."

Simple Western proverb: "..."

There was no expression on Jian Xiyan's delicate and fair face.

The audience immediately fell down laughing.

It really is one thing.

Jian Xiyan doesn't like to talk, but when he meets Zhang Dazhuang who likes to talk, chat, and shout, Jian Xiyan's face is paralyzed. The expression on Jian Xiyan's paralyzed face.

The way the two get along is naturally the same as chicken and duck, not on the same channel.

Jian Xiyan couldn't bear it anymore, so he found his writing board and wrote a few big characters: Don't! push! I! ! !

When Zhang Dazhuang saw it, he snorted again, he scratched his head, and said with a laugh: "You said it earlier, I used to push my son a lot before, but I got used to pushing him accidentally, I must have regarded you as my son just now. ."

Jian Xiyan tightly frowned his delicate little brows.

There are so many words, how can this man be more annoying than his father.

If it weren't for the fact that he was Yiming's brother's father, he would have fought with him already!

Jian Xiyan ignored him and continued to write his own composition.

But Zhang Dazhuang hurriedly corrected him:

"You haven't changed your father's name. If you can't write it, uncle can help you. I haven't written your father's name. By the way, how did you write your father's name? There is a business card. Is it? After I researched it at the time, I forgot it, but your father's name is really hard to remember..."

Jian Xiyan took a deep breath and couldn't bear it any longer. In order to make Zhang Dazhuang shut up, he directly pulled the eraser, wiped the word "Bean Heart", and then re-written the word "Yi" on it.

This time, the word "Yi" still ran out of the square, but Jian Xiyan didn't seem to see it, as long as he could shut up Zhang Dazhuang, he could do anything.

Jian Cheng Lang looked at him dumbfounded.

He just thought that changing parents might have some effect, but he didn't expect the effect to be so strong.

Before his brother asked Xiaoyan to change the word, Xiaoyan seemed to have not heard it, and he did not change.

His brother looked like he was going to beat people, Xiaoyan still went his own way.

But now, with a few words from Zhang Dazhuang, he actually changed it! ! ! !

Jian Chenglang looked at Zhang Dazhuang, and then at Jian Xiyan, who was bulging. He whispered to Jian Yi, who was taciturn, with a confused expression:

"So, brother, the reason why you couldn't cure Xiaoyan in the past was because you spoke too little?"

Jian Yi: "..."

After that, in order to make Zhang Dazhuang shut up, almost what Zhang Dazhuang said, Jian Xiyan changed something. Zhang Dazhuang asked him to praise Jian Yi, and Jian Xiyan exaggerated even if he was reluctant.

Apparently, it is hope that he should finish writing the composition as soon as possible so that he can get rid of Zhang Dazhuang completely.

Jian Chenglang was stunned again, and murmured, "So Xiaoyan, you would praise your father."

Jian Xiyan rolled his eyes at him, as if to say, is he talking nonsense?

Jian Chenglang: "..."

Sure enough, the child still has to be forced. If you don't force him, you will never know how much he has the potential to praise his father.

Not only him, but also Zhang Yiming.

Zhang Yiming, like Zhang Dazhuang, has a temperament that can't sit still and likes to shout, but when he wants to move or talk, Jian Yi, who is supervising him next to him, will speak out coldly.

Each time there is only one concise word: "Write."

Zhang Yiming turned his head and saw Jian Yi's expressionless face, which made him look a little terrifying.

My heart shuddered, and I lost all thought to move.