My daughter is so annoying

"Know it."

Fang Cheng was also worrying blindly, He Xiaoyang Building was only a short distance from the community, just cross the road at the entrance, and there were not many cars on the road at the entrance.

Ten o'clock.

Sitting on the sofa, Fang Cheng nervously opened the website for checking the results of the senior high school entrance examination.

First, enter Qingqing's admission ticket and some information, and after clicking Search, Fang Cheng immediately covered his eyes, then covered the screen with a notebook, and pulled it away little by little.

This feeling is the same as fried golden flower, which has suppressed most of the net worth, and it depends on whether these three cards can work.

After reading a few lines, Fang Cheng pulled them all away.

Focus on the total score column!

609 points!

Below is the city ranking: 62.

"Hahahaha." Fang Cheng sat on the sofa and let out a pig cry.

Refresh the webpage, re-enter Xiao Yuer's results, and click Query.

The grades in each subject seemed to be similar to those of Qingqing, Fang Cheng once again focused on the column of total score.

607 points!

Citywide rank: 94.

"They both made it to the top [-]. How can our Fangcheng, He De, be able to raise these two good daughters!"

Yang Yueyue heard the voice, brought Mingming down from upstairs, frowned and asked, "Why are you crazy?"

"Come and see."

Yang Yueyue led Mingming over to have a look. After reading the score sheet, Yang Yueyue looked very calm and said, "The two of them are not estimated scores after the test, and this is about the same as their estimated scores. You are so excited."

Fang Cheng chuckled, got up and asked, "Is there any food in the refrigerator? I'll cook."

"Not much left."

"Then I'll buy it."

Fang Cheng happily closed his notebook, took his car keys and went out to buy groceries.

Both daughters did so well in the exam, so they must celebrate.

Seeing Fang Cheng running out, Yang Yueyue said earnestly to Mingming, "Mingming, you must not be as dishonest as your father in the future."

The little guy nodded blankly.

At noon, Fang Cheng cooks himself and cooks a large table of delicious meals.

over there.

Qingqing asked Xiao Yuer: "No, we didn't pass the exam, why hasn't Dad called us yet?"

"Probably not, the answer has already been answered."

"That is how the matter?"

Just finished two conversations.

"babybabybabyohlikebaby..."

The phone rings.

Qingqing took out her mobile phone and saw that it was Fang Cheng calling. As soon as Qingqing connected, she just pressed the hands-free button when Fang Cheng's voice rang.

"Qingqing, Xiao Yu'er, come back quickly, you have all passed the exam, dad has cooked a big table of delicious food for you when you come back, it's all your mother's favorite dishes."

???

My mom's favorite dish!

Qingqing still said impatiently: "I know."

"Grandma, we're home."

"Well, be careful on the road."

Xiao Yu'er smiled and said, "Hao Hao, say goodbye to my sister."

Li Lanfang smiled and said, "How can she do this now?"

Qingqing and Xiao Yuer smiled and went home happily.

Sure enough, the dining table was full of dishes.

After Fang Cheng finished his grades, the two girls listened, and both girls seemed very calm. There were five members of the family, and Fang Cheng was the only one who got excited.

Qingqing came up and said, "Dad, what's the song in the album?"

"It's finished, it's all written, there are six songs in total, and I will teach you to sing in the afternoon."

"Thank you dad."

"What dad, dad is not old yet."

"Yes, yes, not old, not old."

……

At two o'clock in the afternoon, in the recording room.

Fang Cheng handed the lyrics book written by himself to Qingqing and said, "No, this is the song Dad wrote for you. You can read it yourself first, and we will practice whichever song you like first."

"okay"

Qingqing looked at the lyrics, and in the end she still liked the song "Little Lucky" the most.

Fang Cheng said: "Dad's voice may not be suitable for this song, you should listen to the accompaniment first, and I will sing it a cappella later."

"it is good."

Fang Cheng played the accompaniment, which was a slow song.

The father and daughter sat in the song recording room for an entire afternoon, otherwise Fang Cheng would see that it was getting late, and Qingqing would be reluctant to come down.