The first marriage pet: the CEO's wife is too sultry

Chapter 1320 Extra Story: Chapter 04 Jason: So good, this is the reward

Jason patted the sofa beside him and motioned for me to go over.

I sat down next to him with some anxiety, and saw him looking down at me, looking at me timidly, "From today on, your name will be Mumu, understand? Forget your previous identity and name, from this moment on, you are my Jason's daughter."

Female, daughter?My eyes widened suddenly, and I was about to protest instinctively...

He smiled with great interest, "Come, call Dad."

"Can I not call you Dad?" I bit my lip, feeling uneasy in my heart, but my expression was firm.

He asked, "Why? Can't I be your father?"

My heart moved, and I bit my lip and said, "You, you are so young, it's not appropriate for me to call you Dad. Why don't I call you Uncle..."

It's not that I don't want to call him dad, but that this man really looks too young.In addition, the word dad has left me with a lot of shadows. Every time I think of this word, I will think of those terrible experiences I have had, and I really can't call it out.

"Call me uncle? It doesn't seem too bad, come and call me uncle?" Jason raised his hand, rubbed my soft short hair, and said with a smile.

"Uncle..." I opened my mouth and called out sweetly with a smile.

Obviously, Jason was very satisfied with my title, and immediately smiled, "You are so good, this, I reward you." Jason said, lowered his head, approached me, and then clipped a small hairpin in my hair.

At that moment, my heart was sweet, like eating honey, so sweet that I can't describe it in words.

Although this is just the beginning for me and Jason, I am really looking forward to the rest of my life.I can't even imagine how exciting my next life will be.However, I believe that following Jason, my future will become very beautiful and exciting.

Uncle said, Xiao Tiantian is usually very cold, but, for some reason, she just likes me.I have also verified this point myself.But I know that besides me, Britney also likes another woman very much.

I often heard my uncle mention that woman.He always said that she was a very strong and special woman, she made him see many things that he had never seen before, and it was her who made him give up his hatred and change his ways.

I always thought that that person was the woman who wore the dress that my uncle gave me, that is, my uncle's sweetheart.

Every time I hear my uncle mentioning that cute and stubborn woman, I envy her very much. When will my uncle show such a happy and beautiful expression when he mentions me to others?

I don't know when it started, I cared more and more about the way my uncle looked at me, so I started to work hard to make myself better, and climbed up desperately.

My uncle sent me to a noble school. My grades were not good enough at first, but slowly, I became the first in the class.

I want to learn to dance. That is my mother's wish. Every time my mother watches TV and news and sees girls dancing, she will hold my hand enviously and tell me, "It would be great if our family's conditions were better. Mom can let you learn to dance, and bloom your own charm like those cute little angels on the stage."

My mother always said that my figure is very suitable for dancing, and that her biggest wish was to stand on the stage and bloom herself.

So, at the end of the first semester, after I got the first place in the class in the exam, I suggested to my uncle that I wanted to learn to dance.

Uncle seems to be a bit busy recently, although I don't know what he is busy with, he doesn't like me asking too much, so I just pretended not to know anything, but when he heard what I said, he still thought about it seriously, touched She looked me up and down with her chin, and said with a smile, "Little girl is indeed in good shape, you want to learn to dance? Have you ever learned it before?"

I shook my head, "No." Our family was so poor before, how could I have the conditions to learn to dance?
The uncle leaned on the chair evilly and smiled, "You can learn to dance, but you have to be prepared to be hit. After all, the little girls who learn to dance now start learning at a young age. You are almost 15 years old. Now If you go to learn, you will definitely not be able to keep up with those people."

Of course I know this, but I still insist on going, "I know I will be more difficult than anyone else, but if I don't go now, I will never catch up with others in the future."

I lowered my head and looked at my uncle seriously, "I will study hard, and I will definitely not embarrass you, and I will definitely maintain my academic performance."

Uncle got up, looked at my face, touched my head and said, "Okay, if you want to go, go, I'll let you find a better dance class for you, when it doesn't go well, tell me, I will not force you to learn."

I don't know why, but my uncle is obviously doing it for my own good, and he is afraid that I will be wronged if I work too hard.But I stubbornly felt that he was looking down on me, saying that I didn't have the willpower to persevere.

Perhaps, it's because my uncle has been relatively indifferent to me recently and doesn't ask me much about anything. I feel a little lost and always want to get his attention.

After that day, I was either in the dance studio or studying at home every day. I was not very gregarious, and I didn't have many friends around me. I lived at three o'clock and one line every day.

Maybe others will think that I am a weird person, and few of my classmates are close to me, but I enjoy this kind of life very much. With a goal to strive for, I don't care what others think of me.

In the blink of an eye, a year has passed.

From the very beginning, I was sore every day, and I cried secretly when I returned home, and now I have become a leader in the dance class. Only I know what I have paid.

I think my uncle should also know. I remember a few times when he saw me in my pajamas with bruises all over my body, frowning, and then threw me a bottle of medicine, telling me not to work too hard and pay attention to my body.

I remember every sentence of my uncle very clearly, but I, this one, I can't fully implement.Because, I have to work hard, if I don't work hard, I will be looked down upon, ridiculed, and compared.

I will always remember how the kids in the dance class looked at me the first day I entered the dance studio.But today, I turned the doubts and contempt in their eyes into praise and admiration.

That day, after the training was over, the teacher looked at me approvingly, and said to the twenty-odd girls in the class, "Student Mumu, congratulations on passing the examination, and successfully entering the semi-finals of the ballet competition to be held in the city two months later. The fifth player in our class to be shortlisted for the competition is also the last one to be shortlisted."

(End of this chapter)