My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Xianyu made his words very clear, but Lingling didn't agree after listening to them, so he broke open the peeled oranges and distributed them to his father and grandpa.

"But I'm still a kid now, I'm still young, I need my dad and grandpa to help."

"If Lingling is willing to tell us and needs us to help you identify it, that's fine."

The old man doesn't interfere with his son's way of educating his grandson, although he can't wait to have someone go to the kindergarten to adjust the monitoring immediately to see which family's children are so bad.

Saying that his relatives don't love him in front of children is simply bad to the bone.

"Then Lingling, would you like to tell us, who told you such a thing?"

Ling Ling, who was concentrating on eating oranges, was not defensive at all, because he was very uncomfortable hearing those words before, so he remembered the scene at that time clearly.

"It's a new kid in the kindergarten. Her mother does the cleaning in the kindergarten. Other kids don't like her, but I remember my father taught me not to look down on others just because of what I have."

"While I was playing with her, she asked where my mum had gone, and I answered, and she just said things like that."

Ling Ling ate the last piece of orange, and ran to wash her hands.

When he was not around, Xianyu and the old man looked at each other.

"I'll make a call and ask the kid to change classes."

For the old man's plan, Xianyu had no intention of blocking it, and even nodded.

"it is good."

The environment in which children grow up is very important. A well-behaved child can easily be led astray by the environment.

When I accompanied Ling Ling in the kindergarten to adapt to the environment, Xianyu could tell that the children in that class were all fine.

Unexpectedly, it has already been a semester, and now there is another rat droppings.

What's more unexpected is that his son, at such a young age, actually had an intersection with the heroine.

But think about it carefully, the missions I have performed, whether it is the hero or the villain in most of the world, it is because of the good memories of the heroine when I was a child that I can't forget the heroine.

Although I have no interest in relationships, I really don't understand why such an older child likes it even if I remember it.

"Are you really not going to tell him about Lingling's mother?"

After taking a sip of tea, the old man saw his little grandson who was already playing with his skateboard. After thinking about it carefully, he felt a little bit unbearable.

"Dad, when Lingling grows up and becomes sensible, if he still wants to know, then I'll tell him."

No matter how well-behaved the current Ling Ling looks, he is just a child who is not very old, and he does not have the ability to make accurate judgments.

"Besides, look at Ling Ling's current appearance, it's not like he doesn't understand."

The old man thought carefully about the scene just now, and had to admit that his son was right.

Lingling, who got rid of that incident, was playing skateboarding, and her heart was so happy that she could fly.

He has too few memories of his mother, and there is only one name left in his mind.

When the kid talked about that, what Lingling felt most uncomfortable was that his grandfather and father might not love him, and the other thing he didn't take to heart at all.

A week later, Lingling found that the classmate who was originally in their class had disappeared, and guessed that it was related to her father and grandfather.

Putting it before, because she sympathizes with Jian Ming for having no friends, Ling Ling does not agree with this approach.

But now as long as Jian Ming thinks that his father and grandpa don't love him, Ling Ling doesn't want to be friends with her either.

Unexpectedly, they were no longer in the same class, and Lingling could still see Jian Ming when she went to drink water after class.

In the plant corner of the kindergarten, Lingling was a little annoyed, but he also felt that it would be impolite for him to go straight.

"It's your father who didn't let me be in the same class as you."

Subconsciously, Ling Ling didn't want to admit it.

"I don't want to be your friend anymore."

"Do you know why your dad doesn't let you be in the same class as me? It's because I'm right."

The other children in the kindergarten became good friends when they first entered school. Jian Ming joined the class halfway through. In addition, she has a strange personality and says some inexplicable things all day long. No one wants to make friends with her.

Now there is finally Xian Ling, who was forced to go to another class within two weeks. Jian Ming even hated Xian Ling's father.

Ling Ling frowned and took a step back, he didn't like people talking about his father.

Even when father was not very good, grandpa said he would be unhappy.

Not to mention, it was this complete stranger.

"Let me tell you, your father..."

Jian Ming grabbed Ling Ling's sleeve, and Ling Ling quickly dodged to the side.

"Don't hit me, I don't want to listen to you."

"From now on, we are not good friends. My dad won't let me play with fools."

After finishing speaking, Lingling didn't even care about politeness and impoliteness, turned around and left in anger, he didn't believe this man's words.

After clarifying with her father, Lingling also figured out many things.

How could his father not love him? He is obviously a kid that many students in the class envy. Others have been praising his father as an omnipotent superman!

That night, when his father picked him up from school, Ling Ling also mentioned this.

"Dad, why is she always sure that you don't love me?"

He was still eating the small cake his father brought him, Lingling still couldn't figure it out.

Now that Lingling doesn't know much about many things, Xianyu wiped the jam on the corner of his mouth with a tissue, and then explained: "Because some people think that others are like this because of their own experiences."

"For example, when I was not very good to you, would you think that other people's fathers are also bad guys?"

Lingling's chewing of the fruit on the cake gradually slowed down, and she shook her head firmly after thinking clearly.

"No, I won't, others are not me, I can't want to hurt others just because of myself."

"My baby is excellent, but others may, you know?"

"Well, I decided to be an impolite child in front of Jian Ming. She told me that I should never talk to her again."

Xian Yu nodded in agreement and said with a smile: "Okay, but that classmate is not very old now, not as smart as my Ling Ling."

"Dad, you are an adult, you can think she is young and ignorant. But I am also a child, and I think she is a villain."

After this time, Ling Ling and Jian Ming had no interaction at all.

Because she was too small and her brain was not enough, she gradually forgot her appearance and name, and only remembered that there was a nasty ghost.

Time passed quickly, and it was the time when Lingling graduated from kindergarten. When she came home wearing the small doctor's suit prepared by the kindergarten, Lingling found the violin.

This is what he proposed to learn when he was in the middle class, and now he has done it well.

When Xianyu brought out a glass of water, he heard the sound of the violin and pushed open the door.

"Why do you suddenly want to practice the piano?"

"Did Dad forget that the day after tomorrow is grandpa's birthday? I don't have anything else for grandpa. I want to sing a birthday song for grandpa."

Lingling knew that grandpa was not at home today, so she practiced right after school.

"I wanted to write to grandpa, but it's so ugly."

Xianyu thought of what Lingling said last week that he wanted to practice brush calligraphy, because the old man didn't know it, and when he saw it by accident, he asked him where he bought the talisman.

"Then do your best."

"Well, I'll work hard."

Xianyu put the glass of water on the table, told Ling Ling not to forget to drink it, turned around and closed the door without disturbing his practice.

As for the birthday, he really didn't forget it, because the old man is not young now and he is celebrating his birthday, so he needs to make a big celebration.

At the birthday party, when the old man saw his little grandson wearing a custom-made suit and playing the violin to celebrate his birthday, he smiled so hard that his teeth couldn't see.

No matter how expensive the gift from others is, in his heart, it can't compare to the gift from his grandson to please him.

At this birthday banquet, those outsiders understood how much the old man of the Xian family valued his little grandson.

There are also many people who are secretly envious of Xian Ling.

Although his father was an incomprehensible person before, he has changed for the better now. Compared with the family with a lot of illegitimate children in the circle, Xian Ling is still a child who can't speak very fluently, and the position of heir is secure.

The kind of self-confidence that seems to be carried in the bones of a child who is valued and loved is very dazzling.

Time passed quickly. When I was in elementary school, the old man hired a teacher to help with his homework, so he didn't need anyone to bother with his homework.

Ling Ling's appearance is very similar to his father, and he went from elementary school to junior high school in a blink of an eye.

The milk dumpling who was wobbly when he walked back then changed into a white shirt issued by the school. His body was full of youthful breath, and he had grown into a half-grown boy.

Xianyu still hasn't changed his previous habit, whenever he goes out, or picks up his children from school, he will bring a gift with him.

It will be a bouquet of flowers bought on the street, sometimes a small cake bought in a roadside cake shop, and occasionally even a comic book for Ling Ling.

Xianyu didn't worry much about Lingling's study, and even took the initiative to tell him to relax while studying.

In such a stocking situation, Lingling himself was extraordinarily serious, and his grades were always among the best.

Occasionally eating the small cakes his father sent over, Xian Ling couldn't help but think that his father is still the same as before, and he doesn't know how to teach the children at all.

Others are looking forward to their son becoming a dragon, but his father is looking forward to his son becoming a fish, the kind of salted fish exactly like his father.

After eating the small cake and throwing the rubbish into the trash can, Xian Ling raised his wrist to look at the time, just at this time the bell rang, and hurried back to the classroom to find a seat to sit down.

The class bell rang, and when the teacher walked in, there was a classmate behind him.

"A transfer student came to our class today."