Chapter 22: Not Used to Little White Lotus

In the kitchen, the bacon and sausages were washed and put into the pot to cook, and Li Meiqian pricked up her ears.

When she heard that Jian Yiwei was hanging out with the political commissar who was not easy to deal with, her face looked as ugly as if she had eaten shit.

The reason is simple, because Jian Yiwei never treats the mother and daughter well.

When Li Meiqian thought of the intimacy between Jian Qingyi and Jian Yiwei and Jian Liqiu, her face became even uglier.

As the saying goes, the enemy of my enemy is my friend.

On the contrary, the friend of my enemy is my enemy.

The enemy is strong, which is definitely not what Li Meiqian wants to see.

"Why is he difficult to deal with?" Jian Zhongliang's slightly curious voice sounded in the living room.

"Remember Director Zhou from the Public Security Bureau yesterday?" Jian Qingyi moved to the armrest of the sofa and found a comfortable sitting position.

Jian Zhongliang's legs inexplicably felt weak.

He never wanted to experience that kind of absolute suppression again in his life.

"That political commissar gives people the feeling that he has ten Director Zhous standing in front of him at the same time."

Jian Qingyi said it lightly, but Jian Zhongliang still couldn't help but shudder.

Ten Director Zhous stood before me at the same time...

He couldn't handle even one of them.

Ten...

Jian Zhongliang's legs became even weaker.

However, when he thought that his nephew could work with such a powerful person, he was happy for his elder brother.

after all……

My son has made great progress, and it is a great honor for me.

"Your eldest brother has finally come back to Nancheng, why don't you let him come to your house for dinner?" Jian Zhongliang just remembered this.

"Brother came to Nancheng for some business. He will go back after he is done. He is not coming back to visit relatives." Jian Qingyi leaned on the sofa, looking lazy.

Jian Zhongliang looked at his little girl who suddenly became bright and sunny, and the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

"Did your eldest brother tell you when he and your second sister will come back to visit?"

Jian Qingyi shook her head.

I thought to myself: [There are rules and regulations for military personnel to visit their families. You can't just visit whenever you want. You really treat the barracks like your own home.]

Speaking of home, Jian Qingyi glanced at the sky outside the window.

Tsk!

In order to trick her, that little white lotus was really willing to put in the effort.

"Yi Yi, have you ever thought about what you will do after graduation?" Jian Zhongliang asked tentatively, not knowing what he was thinking about.

"Go to college." Jian Qingyi said without thinking.

Jian Zhongliang was slightly stunned.

He guessed thousands of answers, but this was not the one he guessed.

after all……

The little girl's grades are there.

Last year's college entrance examination admission rate was 29%.

Even if it improves a little this year, let's say it's 36%, with my little girl's grades...

I'm afraid it will be very difficult to pass the exam.

Fearing that he might dampen his daughter's enthusiasm, Jian Zhongliang moved his lips several times, but ultimately did not ask, "Do you want to work in the candy factory?"

Seeing Jian Zhongliang remained silent and had a constipated expression on his face, Jian Qingyi raised an eyebrow, "You don't want to support me to go to college, do you?"

"How is that possible!" Fearing that the newly established family relationship would collapse, Jian Zhongliang denied it immediately.

"Yiyi, don't worry. Dad will support you no matter how high your score is. Dad always keeps his word."

Jian Zhongliang originally wanted to say, "As long as you pass the exam, I'll support you."

But he was afraid of offending the little girl, so he changed his tongue.

"You'd better keep your word." Jian Qingyi glared at him.

Her pink and chubby face coupled with her fierce expression made Jian Zhongliang laugh.

He didn't know how long it had been since he had seen such a flamboyant and bright little girl.

"Keep your word!" Jian Zhongliang's gentle voice was filled with a hint of helplessness and doting.

He's like a loving father who has no idea what to do with his daughter.

After receiving a satisfactory answer, Jian Qingyi gave up.

but……

Even if he didn't want to, Jian Qingyi had plenty of ways to make him lose money.

In the kitchen, Li Meiqian, who was eavesdropping with her ears perked up, almost exploded with anger.

Ever since she entered this house...

She does the housework, washes the clothes, and prepares three meals a day...

That damn girl Jian Qingyi didn't do anything, why does she ask for money so confidently?

Li Meiqian was so angry that her stomach hurt.

All the money in this family should belong to her and her daughter.

The damn girl wants...

Dream on!!!

The afterglow in the sky gradually faded away, and the sky darkened.

"Dad, I'm hungry!" Jian Qingyi looked at the alarm clock on the low cabinet and yelled.

Half past six.

We usually eat at six o'clock.

It turns out that she can’t eat unless Xiao Bailian comes back.

"Your sister hasn't come back yet, wait a moment." Jian Zhongliang coaxed softly.

"Dad, I'm hungry." Jian Qingyi pouted and pulled Jian Zhongliang's arm unwillingly.

That soft and cute look made Jian Zhongliang's heart soften instantly.

"Ouch! Ancestor, please stop shaking. You've made me dizzy." Jian Zhongliang said in a doting tone.

"I want to eat, I want to eat, I want to eat..." Jian Qingyi didn't care whether he was dizzy or not.

The scumbag father's third sister wants to spoil Xiao Bailian, but she won't.

The reason why he hasn't gone crazy yet is that he is just testing his scumbag father's bottom line.

"Okay, okay, I'll go ask your Aunt Li to prepare dinner." Jian Zhongliang compromised.

Li Meiqian had been hiding behind the kitchen door. When she heard this, she knew she couldn't delay any longer, so she gritted her teeth and took out the bacon and sausages steaming in the pot.

"Zhongliang, Yiyi, it's time to eat." He was so angry that his teeth were itching, but his face was gentle.

Jian Qingyi didn't care whether she was angry or not.

Wash your hands and start eating.

Jian Zhongliang still looked like a kind father, constantly putting sausages and bacon into Jian Qingyi's bowl.

Jian Qingyi said she didn't want to eat fatty food, so he picked up the lean food.

No temper at all.

"Dad, you eat too." Jian Qingyi did not forget to offer her gratitude.

Jian Qingyi knew how to please others and act cute when she was riding in diapers in her previous life.

Jian Zhongliang looked at the bacon in the bowl with a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Daddy's little girl has grown up and knows how to love her daddy."

He looked so touched that if you didn't know him, you would think his little girl had given him some rare treasure.

Li Meiqian looked upset.

I secretly cursed Jian Zhongliang for being biased.

Didn’t he get so excited when her daughter Xiaojing picked up some food for him?!

When that damn girl gave him a piece of bacon with her chopsticks, he acted like he had never eaten meat in his life.

What about treating everyone equally...

This is what he calls equal treatment?!

Li Meiqian was so angry that her heart ached.

When Jian Xiaojing came back, the three people at the table had almost finished eating.

Looking at the messy leftovers on the table, Jian Xiaojing's eyes turned red.

She had wanted to eat sausages for a long time, but her mother was reluctant to make them, saying that she wanted to save them to give to others during the holidays.

And the old bacon, her mother also said she wanted to keep it and give it to others.

Keep this to give to others, and keep that to give to others.

Now...

All went into that dead girl's mouth.

"What are you standing there for? Come and have your meal." Li Meiqian secretly glared at Jian Xiaojing, signaling her to change her expression.

She ran around like crazy all day long and didn't even remember to go home when it was time for dinner. Who could she blame?!