When Leihu was reincarnated as Shier's daughter

The next day.

Taking advantage of the spare time between cooking porridge, Zao Ji was nestling in front of the desk bitterly, her legs not touching the ground dangling, biting the tip of her pen with a tangled face, looking at the homework book as if she was looking at something big hater.

The homework in the second grade of elementary school is not very difficult. Zao Ji frowns and scratches his head because of this. It is mainly two small essays assigned by the Chinese teacher, and there is a great lack of material in life.

The first one, "My Dad".

As soon as he came up, Zaoji was stumped.

The nib of the pen was about to be bitten off by her, and Zao Ji still had no inspiration at all. The content of the composition was quite broad, and he only asked to write around his father. The tip of Zao Ji's pen stayed on the composition grid paper, and he couldn't write a hiragana .

She didn't have much experience in writing essays, and the dazed Zao Ji couldn't tell whether she should write documentary style or fictional style.

Unable to figure it out, she took out her small mobile phone.

There are not many contacts on the phone, except for my father, there is only the newly met little brother from the same school.

Zao Ji poked the button quickly, and sent a text message with two beeps.

[Early Ji: Little brother!Are you there, help QAQ, I have a big problem! 】

Back there in seconds.

[Jie: Don't worry, talk slowly, what's wrong? 】

Without further ado, Zao Ji took a picture of his homework and uploaded it, with a line of comments attached.

[Early Ji: Little brother teach me how to write orz. 】

Xia Youjie was slightly taken aback.

He looked at the homework photos he sent, and then at the little girl's message for help. He seemed to be able to hear her soft voice through the screen.

For a while, a sense of responsibility called "brother" arises spontaneously.

He sat up suddenly, organized his words, and sent Zao Ji his usual composition routine.

[Jie: This kind of composition is very simple. If you are like this early on... don't reveal your father's real name, start with his occupation, describe his serious attitude at work positively, and elicit praise and admiration for him.Then add a few small things in life, and finally summarize and sublimate. For example, click on the sentence "I want to be like my father when I grow up." 】

[Jie: Remember to have a positive image, the teacher prefers this style. 】

Zao Ji seemed to understand, but took the strategy sent by Xia Youjie, and she thanked him solemnly.

[Zao Ji: Thank you, little brother!Come to my house for dinner another day (Bixin.jpg)]

Xia Youjie replied with a heart-warming emoji.

Putting down his phone, he got back into bed with emotion.

The elementary school girls from the same school are quite cute.

Xia Youjie had already sent her such a detailed composition routine, Zao Ji felt sorry to bother him.

The next difficulty has to be overcome by yourself.

For example, what stuck her at the beginning, the father's profession.

Dad seems to be a full-time house cook.

After thinking for a long time, Zao Ji silently threw away the waste manuscript.

Before Dad met Mom, he must have other jobs, just ask him.

Coincidentally, at this moment, there was a "ding" sound from the kitchen, Zao Ji's porridge was ready, she stretched herself, and Shi Shiran opened the bedroom door.

In the living room, I saw a familiar figure unexpectedly.

There was also a stranger I didn't know.

"Father?" Zao Ji rubbed his eyes in surprise, "You got up so early!"

Unbelievable.

Before Shi Er said anything, the other man opposite him couldn't help laughing: "Pfft...haha, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. Is this your daughter? It's so cute."

Shir glanced at him, but said nothing.

Early Ji had no choice but to look at the man with kindness: "Hello. Is uncle a friend of father? I made porridge. If uncle doesn't mind, you can stay for breakfast."

"Okay." Kong Shiyu couldn't help but rubbed her head, "You're so sensible." He looked at Shi Er again with a sigh, such an obedient and well-behaved daughter was actually raised by this guy?

Zao Ji served porridge on a small bench, but fortunately, he cooked a little more today, the amount was just enough.

So, after the original serious cooperative conversation, after each of them held a small bowl of white rice porridge in their hands, the atmosphere suddenly took a turn for the worse, turning into a weird and harmonious family warmth.

Kong Shiyu didn't shy away from Zaoji's presence at first, maybe because he thought the seven-year-old girl couldn't understand: "Chanyuan, have you really thought about it?"

Shi Er lazily leaned back on the chair, took out a cigarette from his pocket, and then suddenly remembered something, he paused, frowned and stuffed the cigarette back.

"Don't talk so much nonsense. Also, don't always call me by my last name." The tone was undisguised.

Zao Ji pretended to concentrate on drinking porridge.

She is well aware of Dad's habit.

His full name is Chanyuan Shier, but for unknown reasons, Dad doesn't like others to call him by his last name, and even the whole family of Zaoji prefers to use their own name to introduce themselves.

Classmates, friends, and the newly acquainted senior Xia Youjie all call Zao Ji by his name directly, and Zao Ji is basically only called by his full name during roll call in class.

She silently listened to the conversation between the two.

"No, I'm happier than anyone else that you're willing to go back to your old job." Kong Shiyu's eyes swept across the girl who was drinking porridge intentionally or unintentionally, "I'm just curious, the reason you did this..."

"Life is too boring." Shi Er grinned, the scar around his mouth seemed to tear his lips apart, "Why, can't you just have some fun? Kong Shiyu, you were not such a long-winded person in the past. "

Early Ji's stupid hair quietly stood up.

She understood.

This uncle was a partner that Dad used to work with!

Picking up the bowl and stuffing the white porridge in one mouthful, Zao Ji's eyes lit up, and he felt that he was so lucky that someone gave him a pillow when he was dozing off.

She obediently went to wash the dishes, and when the two of them were talking about the business, Zao Ji seemed to have unintentionally pulled the corner of Kong Shiyu's clothes.

"Uncle, are you Dad's colleague?"

"Eh?" Kong Shiyu nodded, "That's right."

Zao Ji asked persistently, "Then what is Dad's job?"

Kong Shiyu said indifferently: "Oh, this, your father is very powerful in the industry—hiss."

Received the man's two eyes with a hint of murderous intent, which meant "you will die if you dare to tell the truth", Kong Shiyu blocked his throat in one breath, the air flowed between his lips and teeth, and finally turned abruptly Turned a corner.

"It's a very powerful guy in the industry... the little boy." After finishing speaking, Kong Shiyu nodded vigorously twice, "Little boy, that's right."

Early Ji looked at Shier's father in confusion, and found that the latter was opening the wine bottle, and did not intend to refute.

That is the default.

Well, boy.

What is the boy?

This can't be blamed on early Ji's incompetence.

In her previous life, she was busy killing ghosts all day long, and the seniors in the ghost killing team took care of her. She even asked her to avoid going to places like Youkuo Flower Street. Although her early life was accompanied by bloody killings, the reality was very simple.

In this life, she has spent most of her energy adapting to modern life and her new family, and she has no time to understand those "adult common sense".

As a modern vocabulary, "little boy" naturally touched the blind spot of early knowledge.

But it doesn't matter, early Ji can understand.

Kong Shiyu just looked in admiration, his father should be a very strong expert in the industry.

"Little white face" means fair and clean skin on the face, and by extension, it means that this person likes to be clean. Then, under what circumstances is the word "clean" usually used?

White = no trace of dirt = never hide evil people and practices.

The filth... ah!

Early Ji thought hard for three seconds, and suddenly realized!

At this moment, she looked at her father with admiration in her eyes.

It turns out that Shi Er's father used to be a clean and honest government worker!

Shi Er looked depressedly at the back of his daughter rushing to the bedroom.

"What's wrong with your daughter?" Kong Shiyu was puzzled.

"I don't know." It's not been a day or two since his niece's thoughts have gone out of her mind, Shi Er has long been too lazy to explore what's in her little brain.

People, if they are not enlightened, they are already, and when they are enlightened, their thoughts are like a spring.

Zao Ji sat back at the desk again, and felt that the aura of the scholar of heaven and earth was endowed to me. When I was confident, I wrote like a god. The little composition "My Dad" that made her worry so much before, now under her vigorous writing , Swish Swish fills up all the graph paper in 15 minutes.

After filling the composition paper, Zao Ji went back and browsed it twice, the more satisfied he was.

Oh, by the way, the little brother also asked her to check it for him after finishing the composition.

Without hesitation, Zao Ji sent a large high-resolution photo of his finished composition and sent it to Xia Youjie.

the other side.

The mobile phone rang a clear message notification tone, and Xia Youjie, who was half asleep and half awake in bed, stretched out his hand, groped on the bedside table for a while, and successfully touched the mobile phone.

The phone screen lit up, and Xia Youjie just glanced at it inadvertently.

【I have the most perfect father in the world. In society, he is a well-known boy in the industry...】

"puff--"

Xia Youjie sat up in shock in his dying illness!