The sweet smell of citrus

But soon, this wave of happiness sank directly into the body like soy milk in the quilt.

"Sure enough, people still need to wear a belt."

"Lanlan, you are smart in the first place. You are not a bad boy. At first, it was my father's fault. He didn't stay by your side to accompany you well, which made your living environment so bad."

"It's all right now. You're back with Dad. Dad has the ability to give you the best."

"I heard from your homeroom teacher that you and Song Yi get along very well." Cheng Weiguo sighed, sometimes he still can't believe his own eyesight, professional things, you have to trust professional people, the person recommended by the principal is really good, "Arrange her Taking you by my side was the best decision I ever made."

Cheng Jialan, who had been happy all night, dropped the spoon in his hand into the porcelain bowl after hearing these words.

The crisp sound made the two people raise their heads at the same time, and their eyes met at the same time.

Cheng Weiguo's face is weather-beaten. Although he has a lot of capital, he is willing to take care of himself and pay attention to health preservation, but after all, he has suffered and worked hard when he was young, and the years have left deep marks on his face.

He looked at Cheng Jialan, through her present appearance, he saw her childhood.

When innocent and cute like that.

"Lanlan, what's wrong with you? Does your hand hurt? Why did you suddenly drop the spoon?"

"..."

"Ah!"

"Don't tell me these things are useless, I don't need you to care about them." Cheng Jialan stood up and questioned, "Just answer me directly, you arranged Song Yi to be by my side?" Her eyes were red , the pupils seemed to be dyed with flames.

Cheng Weiguo suddenly became a little hoarse.

Very good, if he didn't speak, Cheng Jialan knew what was going on.

"Sure enough, you arranged it."

"Let me tell you, how can she sit next to someone like me who is the number one in the class, the proud daughter of heaven, a master of learning and a master of learning?"

"The teachers in the class take good care of their own classes and do their own things, and they can all order me to go to the office."

"So, you have to arrange everything for me, right? It's fine to arrange the teacher, and even the classmates. Do you want to control my life so much!?"

She groaned, her eyes turning red.

Cheng Weiguo's lips moved, and some confusion appeared in his cloudy eyes.

"Lanlan, I never thought about controlling..."

"Didn't think about it? Didn't think you would be like this!?"

"Which person around me do you not touch!? I make good friends with people, you give them money! Let them watch me! Is this why you don't want to control me?"

"I, I just want to see you and know what you are doing..."

"Stop it! I don't want to hear this!" Cheng Jialan shook his head, "You don't know how to be a father at all, you miss me, you want to see me, you want to know what I do, come back!"

"Come back yourself!"

After she roared and said this sentence, she took a step back, pushed to the stool behind, and staggered a step.

"Lanlan—"

"I don't need you to care about me like this."

"I don't want your concern. I don't want to buy my classmates and friends with money. This kind of concern makes me sick."

"Just like this time, use money to buy Song Yi, let her take care of me with nausea, and take care of me?"

The girl's language became sharper, Cheng Weiguo's old father's heart became more and more riddled with holes, he shook his head, "No, you are wrong, I don't have any money this time." "Oh." Cheng Jialan laughed, "So, what did you use this time?"

"Let me think about it, is it Song Yi's recommendation quota, her scholarship, or her student status in Jiangke?"

She finished speaking lightly, and the man with an unbelievable face turned into Cheng Weiguo. The man already had a few strands of frosty white hair on his temples. His heart was hit hard, and he took a deep breath, "Lanlan, in your eyes Li, am I that kind of person?"

"..." Cheng Jialan was stuck in a breath.

My daughter still has a bit of a spectrum in her heart.

Cheng Weiguo felt a little better in his heart, "I'm really not the same as before this time. I know it was wrong to give money to your friends before, and it violated your privacy."

"Oh. So, you arranged this for me through the back door again?"

"..."

Cheng Weiguo sighed, "I didn't use any pressure, and I didn't give anything. I just called the principal of your school and said a few words, just a few words, and didn't add anything."

Cheng Jialan looked at Cheng Weiguo suspiciously.

As a last resort, the man finally succumbed to his daughter's gaze and repeated what he said that day.

Although the nature of old man Cheng's work was so-so this time, Cheng Jialan was still very angry.

"You always like that."

"Before doing something, never ask my opinion."

"Also, I always like to use privileges to oppress people like this. Haven't you ever thought about how it will be affected by sitting next to someone like me?"

"Ah."

After speaking, Cheng Jialan got up and rushed out of the house.

She was going to school, and she couldn't stay in this house for a minute.

Chapter 12 Do you like being led by freshmen, or Cheng Jialan who likes being led?

After rushing into the car with anger, Cheng Jialan was filled with many complicated emotions.