After the lights went out, the father and daughter were able to sleep in the same bed. As for the fat man, after entering the house, from turning on the lights to turning off the lights, he kept the same initial action as always.

"Lao Jia, are you asleep?" Jia Qianqian asked lying flat on the bed, opening his two big beautiful eyes, looking at the ceiling, and unable to sleep.

"Asleep. Jia Youwei closed his eyes, turned sideways in the direction of his daughter, and said as if he was talking in a dream.

"Oh, since you're asleep, why are you still talking?" The main reason why Jia Qianqian couldn't sleep was because he recognized the bed.

"I'm talking in my sleep. Jia Youwei couldn't help but say with a smile on his face.

Of course, Jia Qianqian would not be stupid enough to believe it. She turned over and faced her father, who was sleeping on the bed outside, and began to say without words: "Hello, Lao Jia, who talks in dreams." Tonight, we're meeting for the first time. Let me introduce myself, my name is Jia Qianqian, that is, whether you are awake or asleep daughter. ”

Jia Youwei was made by her like this, and he couldn't cry or laugh directly. I had no choice but to continue playing the same game with my daughter and said, "Hello, I'm glad to see you tonight." ”

Jia Qianqian smiled knowingly, but did not laugh and said: "Sleeping old Jia, let me tell you the truth! I have always been under pressure to be your daughter." ”

Jia Youwei can be said to have achieved the point where he knows his daughter as well as his father. As soon as I heard her say this, I knew that my daughter had turned on the "nonsense" mode.

He couldn't be serious when he encountered this situation, so he followed her words and said: "Actually, I won't hide it from you, I will be your father, and the pressure will be even greater." ”

"Then you can tell me where the pressure of being my father comes from?" Jia Qianqian blinked twice, and said with a smile on his face.

"Other people's daughters listen to their fathers. When Daddy told her to face east, she faced east, and when she told her to face west, she went west. When it comes to you, everything has changed.

Let you face east, and you will face west, and tell you to go west, and you will turn east. Why do you like to go around the other way and sing against me so much?" Jia Youwei didn't laugh completely.

"You're right, I'll listen. However, what you said is obviously wrong, why should I listen? Then there is obviously an abyss in front of me, and if you tell me to jump, I don't even want to jump down?

If I jump, wouldn't I be a fool? So, I can't jump. However, listening to you say this, I don't think you want a daughter, but a robot. Jia Qianqian's sharp teeth began to quibble.

Jia Youwei still closed his eyes and didn't open them, so he looked at her opposite and said, "It makes sense." Then let me ask you, where does your stress come from?"

"Song Hao is going to celebrate his ninth birthday. On Friday, he sent me an invitation. It says I want you and me to attend his birthday party next Saturday, all day.

The location is at his house. Song Hao lives in a wealthy area, has a big villa, and a Filipino maid, his father is a businessman, his mother is a star, and there is a big Mercedes-Benz. Jia Qianqian suddenly remembered this incident and said.

"What is the inevitable relationship between this and your pressure?" Jia Youwei didn't understand how his daughter said this coldly.

"Why doesn't it matter? I don't care, but in what capacity do you appear? Could it be that you really have a high-level nomad to appear in Song Hao's house?" Jia Qianqian said.

"You've forgotten your dad's other identity, which is a writer. Jia Youwei seemed to understand his daughter's embarrassment.

"Well, you win. Then let me ask you, what kind of gift do we give to Song Hao? Don't you forget that your daughter has always been a very poor student in the class. Jia Qianqian no longer denies his father's identity as a writer as in the past, after all, he has published a lot of articles in "Jingbei Literature" publicly.

"I remember you said that Song Hao likes you very much. Otherwise, the gift you give him is your fragrant kiss. I firmly believe that the other person will not only be happy to receive such a gift from you, but will also be regarded as the most precious thing by him. Jia Youwei was completely joking, teasing his daughter.

"If I do what you say, I'll never be able to eat again for the rest of my life. Jia Qianqian suddenly became unhappy and said.

"Otherwise, a birthday card. It's still made by your own hands, full of heart. Jia Qianqian deliberately said the opposite. Can he not know the current market for primary school students to celebrate their birthdays?

Children from ordinary families are generally invited by their good friends to eat KFC, McDonald's, Tex's and other foreign fast food. It's better, it's nothing more than Pizza Hut.

Children from middle-class families, if they are old enough in the family, must have a birthday party. Otherwise, it is to organize a BBQ in a park, farmhouse and other places not far from the city.

The children of wealthy families either hold a luxurious birthday party at home, invite a professional clown or something to help the fun, or charter a five-star hotel venue to hold it.

Of course, this gift is also a rising tide, no longer as in the past, pencils, erasers, notebooks, etc., but a brand-name product that is sought after by children.

"If you're not afraid of losing your face and your daughter's face, that's fine. Jia Qianqian's tone revealed considerable dissatisfaction.

"This doesn't work, that doesn't work. Then tell me what we're going to give to that little chubby boy in your class. When Jia Youwei held a parent-teacher conference, he had already met the parents of the children in his daughter's class.

There was no one among them who knew him, and there was no one who recognized him. That is, they are all "mortals," but to a different degree, not "celestials."

"If I knew, would I still have to ask you?" If you send valuable things to Song Hao by yourself, and isn't it revealing your stuffing?

If you give him something too cheap, you won't be able to hang it on your face. After all, it's someone else's birthday, not a school. What's more, it's not that I don't have money.

Presumably, on that day, there should be no shortage of people. In addition to some of the classmates who were invited to the class and their respective parents, there would probably be other people and so on.

If you don't go, you seem too cold. Now, she doesn't fit much in the class anymore, and she doesn't want to be deliberately isolated by everyone anymore.

"No wonder you can't sleep. I was thinking about all this nonsense. Don't think about it, sleep raw. Rest assured, the mountain people have their own tricks. You won't be disgraced then. Jia Youwei opened his eyes and looked at his daughter and smiled.