My Daughter Seems to Have a Big Problem

Cheng Jialan took a glance and found that the seats around Cheng Chu were full, and there were a few vacant seats in front, but they were all men at the same table.

Cheng Jialan didn't mind, but she still wanted to sit closer to her daughter for easy supervision.

After scanning around, Cheng Jialan pointed to another corner seat and said, "That."

Looking in the direction of Cheng Jialan's finger, Mr. Huang saw the girl sitting alone in the corner and nodded, "Although the location is not very good, we should be able to get along well with Xiao Yingcao, so you can sit down." over there."

After getting an affirmative answer, Cheng Chu walked towards the corner, receiving countless attentions and hearing many whispers along the way.

"Wow, the new transfer student is really pretty!"

"Damn it, it's definitely my thing! It's like a manga came out!"

"No, I must chase her."

"Five minutes, I want all the information on this woman!"

"..."

Cheng Jialan didn't feel much about the children's remarks, but she wanted to investigate.

Hehe, let's check slowly, not to mention that these kids can't use too much of their family's relationship, even if they do, they will consciously stop when they find Liu Didi, unless they are tired of life.

After walking to the back seat, Cheng Jialan noticed her future tablemate.

It was a girl with messy hair, her head was lowered, and her hands were pinching the hem of her shirt with some cramped hands. After Cheng Jialan stopped beside her, she shrank towards the wall like a frightened rabbit.

This child is really strange, why is he so afraid of people.

"Hi, my name is Cheng Ji... Lin."

After finishing speaking, Cheng Jialan put her schoolbag on the table and sat down.

"My name is......"

Suddenly, Cheng Jialan seemed to hear a faint voice coming from the side, and when she turned her head to look, her deskmate almost buried her head under the table.

"I...my name is Xiao...Xiao Yingcao..."

This time Cheng Jialan finally heard clearly.

Chapter 5

Just when Cheng Jialan wanted to learn more about her deskmate, the class bell rang.

The discussions in the class gradually became quieter, Cheng Jialan turned her head to look in Cheng Chu's direction, and found that her daughter was also looking at her.

Seeing himself looking at her, Cheng Chu immediately turned his head in the direction of the podium, and straightened his body, as if he was listening carefully.

Cheng Jialan nodded in satisfaction, and then took out the new textbook that was handed to her when she was in the office.

The feeling of returning to school again made Cheng Jialan, who had been struggling in society for many years, a little dazed.

For a moment, the color in Cheng Jialan's eyes began to turn yellow, as if she had really returned to the classroom of her youth.

When she came back to her senses, the teacher on the podium and the "classmates" around her were all so strange, which brought Cheng Jialan back from her memories.

It's not just Cheng Jialan's dream to go back to school days, it's the dream of many adults.

It's just that it would be great if the way of realizing the dream can be changed... Cheng Jialan looked at her arm as tender and white as a lotus root, and sighed slightly.

Cheng Chu was also very panicked now.

Last night, because she was thinking about her father's affairs, she almost didn't fall asleep all night. Normally, she must have fallen asleep when she was in class.

But now, feeling the gaze of "Classmate Cheng Lin" from time to time, Cheng Chu only felt cold sweat, and even though he was extremely tired, he didn't dare to doze off.

Suddenly, Cheng Chu seemed to have thought of something, and he took out a pen to write down something while gnashing his teeth.

MMP, my mother regards you as classmates, and you want to be my father! ?

These cubs who shout the loudest must be recorded in a small notebook, and after school, they will be taught to let them know what authentic Aruba is.

When Cheng Jialan looked in her daughter's direction again, she saw her daughter writing furiously, as if taking notes.

My daughter is listening to class carefully.

Speaking of it, this seems to be the first time I have seen my daughter in class since her daughter's junior high school until her second year of high school.

Ever since my daughter entered junior high school, some things have happened in the group, and Cheng Jialan must be invited to rectify them.

There was no other way, and Cheng Jialan didn't want to see the group he had created fall apart in the end, so Cheng Jialan still came out for a while.

As a result, during that time, she rarely communicated with her daughter. Except for the parent meeting that she had to attend, Cheng Jialan hardly saw her daughter at school.

Perhaps it was because of this that my daughter did not do well in school as the teacher Huang said.

Although Cheng Jialan was also working very hard during that time, besides dealing with the affairs of the group, she insisted on making breakfast and dinner for her daughter, and she was almost exhausted.

But Cheng Jialan still felt that she owed her daughter.

Fortunately, I'm only a sophomore in high school now, and I still have a chance to correct my daughter's bad habits.

Teacher Huang on the podium was eloquently giving a history class, which was relatively simple for Cheng Jialan, who was once a top student, so she didn't pay much attention to the lecture.

After all, I didn't really come to school.

Apart from her daughter, Cheng Jialan is most interested in her deskmate in this classroom.

Even in class, she kept her head down and looked at the textbook, and only raised her head slightly when the teacher was writing on the blackboard.

This also gave Cheng Jialan a chance to see her tablemate clearly.

The slightly longer bangs covered the eyebrows, and the skin that had been hidden under the long hair before was a little morbidly pale, and the baby's plump cheeks with smart almond eyes were not covered by the cheap-looking glasses at all.

Although the hairstyle is rather rustic, and the school uniform is washed a little white, but she is really a beauty.

Even Cheng Jialan, who had seen countless famous ladies and models in her youth and developed an incomparably tricky eye, could give her deskmate Xiao Yingcao a very high evaluation.

If my precious daughter can be ranked first in my heart, then Xiao Yingcao must be second.

As for Xiao Yingcao's identity, Cheng Jialan can basically guess it all.

Cheng Jialan must have done a thorough investigation of the high school her daughter attended. The people who can go to school here are either rich or expensive, and the quality of the teachers is top-notch.

But there are exceptions. In order to improve the quality of students, each class will be stuffed with a few top students poached from other schools with high scholarships.

The school will waive all tuition and miscellaneous fees for them, coupled with the extremely high teaching quality here, almost all the top students invited will not refuse.

My deskmate should be a top student poached from other schools.

What a hardworking boy.

Any adult who is a father will have a certain affection for such a good girl.

As if noticing Cheng Jialan's gaze, Xiao Yingcao's body twisted a little unnaturally, shrinking towards the wall.

Just a little introverted.

Cheng Jialan withdrew her gaze, flipped through the textbook in her hand, and continued to look in her daughter's direction from time to time.

A 45-minute class, Jialan passed it very happily.

After the process, Chu Ke didn't have such a good time. She was scared and scared the whole class, and she managed to get through this class.

When the get out of class bell rang and Teacher Huang left the classroom, Cheng Chu rushed to Cheng Jialan's side immediately.

Looking at her daughter who ran to her side with a complicated face, Cheng Jialan probably guessed that her daughter wanted to ask herself why she came to school.

Standing in front of Cheng Jialan now, Cheng Chu was at a loss.

You can't just call him dad at school, can you?It seems that classmate Jiao Lin doesn't respect her father too much.

Cheng Chu, who was standing in front of Cheng Jialan, instantly shut down.

Fortunately, Cheng Jialan stood up and said, "Student Cheng, do you have something to talk to me about? Go to a quieter place."

As for Xiao Yingcao, when she saw Cheng Chu running over, she lay down on the table and covered her head with a book, and packed mushrooms, as if she was afraid of Cheng Chu.

"Okay, come with me." Cheng Chu directly took Cheng Jialan's hand and walked outside the classroom.

"Sister Chu, do you want us to go together..." A few female students with light makeup also gathered around, trying to keep up, but Cheng Chu stared back.

Cheng Jialan was dragged directly by her daughter to the rooftop on the fifth floor.

Once on the rooftop, Cheng Chu closed the door. After confirming that there was no one around, he said with a sad face, "Dad, why did you come to school?"

"Can't I come and see you?" Cheng Jialan raised the corners of her lips and said, stroking her daughter's head.

Ignoring Cheng Jialan's hand, Cheng Chu curled his lips and said aggrievedly, "Don't we see each other every day at home?"

Cheng Jialan put one hand on Cheng Chu's shoulder, and when she imagined half-bending down as usual, she found that her daughter could now look at her at the same level: "Dad knows, I was too busy to ignore your feelings a few years ago, and now Dad just wants to compensate......"

"Enough!" The daughter lowered her head, her hair covered her face, making Cheng Jialan look down on her expression, but her daughter's voice seemed to be crying.

"Dad, you are either worrying about my affairs or the company's affairs every day!"

"In the past few years, have you thought about yourself!"

Hearing her daughter's words, Cheng Jialan froze for a moment.

Chapter 6 The Daughter's Monologue

Consider yourself?

Cheng Jialan never thought about this question.

Since the group she founded, Cheng Jialan has been asking herself what she really wants.

Until I got married, I didn't figure out what the meaning of my life was and what I needed.

The huge wealth that can't be spent in several lifetimes brings only endless emptiness.

Living in an ordinary villa worth tens of millions, and driving an ordinary car worth tens of millions, Cheng Jialan has no higher pursuit of her material life.

If my previous life was just gloomy, then the arrival of my daughter is a beam of light that breaks through the grayness. Although it is not enough to illuminate the whole world, at least it warms Cheng Jialan's heart.

At this moment, the daughter's sobbing voice continued: "Dad is looking for almost everything for me, and he doesn't even have much contact with Uncle Di."

"I can't even imagine what kind of state it was like when I went to school and my father was alone at home with nothing to do..."