I Became the Villain’s Own Daughter

Scared like a little quail.

The little chubby body was on the chair, shrunk into a spherical ball, holding the pen in trembling hands, shrinking his head, and writing the composition tremblingly.

Jian Yi didn't speak by the side, just looked at him with such a taciturn cold face, like a cold killer staring at his prey, with a strong sense of presence.

Zhang Yiming was scared to death.

He was even thinking, fortunately, Uncle Jane was not his father. If Uncle Jane was his father, he would definitely not survive for a day, and he would be scared to death by Uncle Jane when he was born.

Now, Zhang Yiming doesn't dare to write about his beautiful Lili sister anymore.

Mainly because he was afraid that if he wrote it, he would be killed by Jian Yi on the spot.

Zhang Yiming had seen Jian Yi fighting with Jian Xiyan many times before.

It was completely different from when his father Zhang Dazhuang beat him.

His father beat him, and it was obvious on his face that his father was angry.

Then his father would scold him as a stinky brat while beating and scolding him for not turning into steel …

All in all a lot of talk.

However, his father is not scary at all except that his hand is stronger and it hurts a bit.

On the other hand, Zhang Yiming was raised in good health, strong and solid. He was not afraid of being beaten by Zhang Dazhuang at all. Even when he was beaten by his father, he would cry and shout back and scold him back.

But Uncle Jane won't.

Zhang Yiming saw it very clearly. When Uncle Jian hit Xi Yan's younger brother, he didn't speak, he didn't say a word, and his face was not as angry, angry, and murderous as his father.

From the beginning to the end, Uncle Jian looked expressionless.

But it looks super scary.

Therefore, Zhang Yiming still thinks that Jian Xiyan was picked up by his father.

Otherwise, Xiyan brother is so cute, how can he have such a terrible father.

Could it be that Uncle Jian beat his own son to death, and then picked up brother Xiyan?

Zhang Yiming began to think wildly in his mind, but he did not continue to think deeply.

He felt a familiar cold and indifferent gaze fell on him.

Zhang Yiming: "!!!"

He turned his head stiffly, and sure enough, once again, he met Jian Yi's indifferent and calm eyes, and that terrifying face with no expression.

Not waiting for Jian Yi to ask him what happened.

Zhang Yiming was so frightened that he almost cried.

He put down the pen and held his head, shivering. He has always been carefree and likes to shout and speak, but now there is a clear trembling:

"Jane, Uncle Jane, uuuu, I didn't desert on purpose, I really didn't, I'll write it right away, I'll write it now, you, don't hit me, okay...?"

Jian Yi: "..."

Jian Chenglang: "..."

What's wrong with this kid?

Jian Yi didn't ask him why he thought of him so much, and he didn't even think about exploring Zhang Yiming's inner world. Looking at the composition with only a few sentences written in front of him, he still kept succinct words and urged:

"Write now."

So, in Zhang Yiming's view, Jian Yi means that as long as he writes an essay, he will not hit him.

On the contrary, if he did not write, Jian Yi would kill him.

Zhang Yiming: "..."

After Zhang Yiming figured it out, he almost cried out with a "wow".

Originally, I couldn't hold back the words to praise my father. Now, under the high-intensity pressure of Jian Yi's eyes and words, he exhausted his brain cells, and he really came up with a lot of praise for his father. sentence.

What a hard work, a very nice person, don't rush to watch TV with him, his body is strong, he made his father angry, his father didn't kill him, how kindhearted his heart is, his father is really the best and strongest father in the world.

In short, there is nothing in the sky and nothing on earth to praise your father.

Jian Cheng Lang, who was watching, was stunned again.

Facts have proved that children do have to be forced, but if you don't force them, you really don't know whether he is a scumbag or a master.

Not only Zhang Yiming was scared to death, but Qu Qianqian was also scared to tears by Lu Junhan.

Lu Junhan and Jian Yi are the same kind of people.

He speaks less, his face is cold, his aura is terrifying, and strangers should not approach him.

But Lu Junhan is not as taciturn as Jian Yi, and the expression on his face is more of no expression, not as cold as Jian Yi.

At this moment, he casually played with the mobile phone in his hand, looking up from time to time to see where Qu Qianqian wrote.

As for Qu Qianqian, when she noticed that Lu Junhan was watching her next to her, she didn't even dare to lift her head, her eyes turned red, and she looked pitiful, holding a pen in her small hand, and she was shaking with fear.

Woohoo, Sister Lili, help, your father is so scary.

Qu Qianqian tilted her head and wanted to ask her sister Lili for help.

At this moment, Lu Junhan just looked up from the screen of the mobile phone, and at a glance, he saw that Qu Qianqian's little head was tilted in the direction of Lu Li, as if he wanted to see how Lu Li's composition was written. of.

Lu Junhan frowned slightly.

That little thing's composition is all messed up. If Qu Qianqian copied her, it would be two messed up compositions. Thinking of this, Lu Junhan reminded faintly:

"Look what, write yours."

Lu Junhan wanted to remind her, so that Qu Qianqian would not be misled by Xiao Lu Li.

But his voice was so cold that it sounded like a warning to Qu Qianqian, as if he was saying that if she dared to look around again, she would turn her head off.

Qu Qianqian: "..."

Qu Qianqian was so frightened that she directly shrank her head back. She lowered her head, and tears were almost bursting out of her eyes, which were covered by her long hair.

Sister Lili, help!

Woohoo, your dad is looking at me.

He's still looking at me woohoo.

I'm going to be killed by your dad's watching woo woo woo.

Lu Junhan was sitting behind Qu Qianqian, and when he raised his eyes, he could see nothing but her composition.

And Qu Qianqian caused Lu Junhan to be angry, so the choking sound of fear was very small.

It's not at all like Lu Li's usual way of crying loudly, for fear that Lu Junhan won't hear her crying.

As a result, Lu Junhan really didn't know that the little girl was frightened by him, and the whole person was not well.

On the contrary, the photographer took pictures of Qu Qianqian's pitiful eyes with tears in her eyes. The audience in the live broadcast room felt both pitiful and funny.

Now, Qu Qianqian didn't dare to praise herself and Lu Li anymore.

She suddenly remembered her father's good.

Her father's temper is so good, and he is very patient. Even if she looks around, her father will not say anything about her.

Moreover, her father is also good-looking, at least not like Uncle Lu, who is cold and terrifying. Her father can still laugh, and his smile is gentle and gentle.