My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

"Grandpa said that as long as I eat obediently, I will grow taller quickly, and if I am fat, I will gain weight by eating more dried fish. Help Dad catch mice."

Xianyu didn't hurt the child's self-confidence, although what he said was indeed extremely childish.He came out as if thinking about it, and nodded seriously.

"Having a purpose is a good thing."

Due to safety concerns, Ling Ling sat in the back seat of the car and obediently put on her seat belt.

After arriving home, Ling Ling took out the homework assigned by the teacher from her schoolbag, hugged her in her arms and ran towards Dad's study.

Every time Xianyu brings some work home to deal with, the old man's talent in business is unquestionable, otherwise he would not be able to make the company so big, but with the changes of the times, many methods are not applicable.

Change is inevitable, but change is a very long process. If he puts more effort into it now, the little guy in the future will also be able to save effort.

It's not like in the original plot, in the end Ling Linglian's company was also bankrupted by the male lead, leaving nothing.

It is extremely difficult to bring down a company that is in full swing. In the original plot, it is because the hero has found out all the hidden dangers hidden in the company.

Xianyu has not been a father for a long time, but he can already feel the feeling of responsibility on his shoulders but sweetness in his heart. Occasionally, he is a little tired when he thinks of Lingling.

Even if he just listened to his sweet voice calling Dad.

Sitting leisurely behind the desk, the cub who got acquainted with his father walked over and put the book on the left side of the computer on his father's desk, moved a small stool and sat next to his father, holding a pencil and began to draw.

After Xianyu turned off the computer, he turned his head and heard Lingling say: "Dad, the teacher said that we will get some leaves with the help of our parents, and make a picture with the leaves, and bring them to school tomorrow."

"Leaves?"

When Xianyu heard this, he asked subconsciously first, then glanced out the window, the sun had completely set, and only a little bit of setting sun remained in the sky.

"Yes."

Lingling nodded affirmatively, and after her father was not at work, she took the initiative to climb up to sit on her father's body, raised her head to stare at the frowning father, and smoothed the wrinkles between her brows with her little hands.

Xianyu really wants to say that this is the point, where to get the leaves and make it into a painting.

But seeing Ling Ling's eyes full of expectation, the words came to his lips and swallowed silently.

"Come on, let's go to the backyard and have a look."

There are also a few trees planted in the backyard of the villa, all of which are Lingling's grandfather's favorite. The old man who was sitting downstairs listening to the opera, saw his son picking up the leaves of his precious trees, and hurried out .

"If you don't fight for three days, go to the house to expose the tiles!"

Ling Ling, who was with her father, heard this, and hurried to her grandfather's side to explain: "The teacher said that Ye Zi should do the painting."

It’s going to be dark now, and the leaves on the trees on the green belt outside are still growing well. I don’t want to pick them by hand. I think it’s not moral, so I focus on the trees in the yard. on these trees.

Originally, the old man was so angry that even this little one wanted to scold him together, day by day, he was more able to tear down the house than the Erha raised by his old friend's house!

But after listening to his explanation, he waved to the butler who was standing not far away.

"Housekeeper, go and move that ladder over here."

"It was only trimmed last week. The lower leaves are not good-looking. Let's pick the upper ones. The leaves are bigger."

After autumn, the weather cools down, and the autumn wind blows, half of the leaves are green and half yellow, which is very beautiful with a little autumn.

What the old man liked most before was to let the housekeeper make him a pot of tea, and sit under the tree to listen to the opera and enjoy the scenery.

Now, he is directing from below, telling Xianyu to move aside, don't just pick the blue ones, the ones with a little yellow on the leaves look better.

"Wow, grandpa is so nice."

Ling Ling hugged Grandpa's leg, raised her head and acted like a baby at Grandpa, coaxing the old man so badly that she didn't feel any pain left, bent over and pinched his nose.

"Little sycophant, the sycophancy is not bad."

Xianyu also climbed the ladder to pick leaves there. Seeing that their grandpa and grandson were having a good time, he carefully selected the beautiful leaves and picked them off. He reckoned that the leaves were almost enough, and then climbed down the ladder.

The kid who was playing with grandpa just now, when he saw his father coming down, he immediately threw his grandpa aside.

"The teacher said, let the children vote and choose the most beautiful one to hang on the wall."

The old man actually doesn't understand why the teacher assigns this kind of homework that it is impossible for a child to complete independently.

Seeing that Lingling was so happy that she walked up and down, she felt that the teacher might want parents to spend some time with their children after busy work, and to do handicrafts together to increase mutual affection.

Xianyu found all kinds of tools that he bought when he was making origami with Lingling, and piled those leaves on the big coffee table in the living room.

First he drew a picture on white paper, and after finalizing the general framework, he handed the pencil to Ling Ling who moved a small bench and sat beside him.

"The next dad can't draw anymore, what should I do?"

Lingling subconsciously grasped the pen, and clenched it a little awkwardly. He couldn't draw, but seeing his father's frowning face, he said as soon as his head heated up, "Dad rest, I'll draw."

Xianyu sat aside, trimmed the leaves, and subconsciously tensed up when he saw Ling Ling was serious, with a somewhat fleshy side face.

Unable to hold back, she lightly poked his cheek with her index finger. Ling Ling, who was serious about drawing, turned her head and stared at his father.

"Dad, don't make trouble, I will play with you after I finish painting."

"Well, okay."

After all, it's Ling Ling's own homework, Xianyu can help him get the rough done, but he doesn't like to help him get everything done.

Manual homework, of course, requires the child to do it himself to have a sense of accomplishment.

"Dad, I'm done drawing."

"Wow, is Lingling really that good? Dad can't even draw such a good-looking picture."

Xianyu boasted and pushed the pruned leaves in front of him.

"Then, do you want Dad to help with this?"

Thinking of her father's hard work all day, Lingling shook her head, consciously picked up the glue, and glued the leaves of appropriate size to the drawn figure.

There were also things that were careless and not fixed. I picked up a tissue and wiped my hands clean and started again. I was very patient and didn't complain to Xianyu.

When it was time to eat, the old man silently asked the chef to save the food first, and wait for them to prepare the food before serving.

Ling Ling was so hungry that he wanted to bury his head in the rice bowl, stuffed his cheeks bulging, and when he was struggling to chew, he picked up the serving chopsticks and picked up a big chicken leg for his father.

"Thank you Baby."