Lu Qianling leaned against the door, lowered her eyes, and complained: "Sometimes I really doubt that I picked it up, when I was a child, you could still play with me for a while, take care of my diet, and manage my work and rest...... You didn't care about me until you sent me to school. ”

Since Meng Chuyuan appeared, Lu Qianling felt that she had a special sense of existence.

She is a person who is easily moved by small things, and she especially needs to be booed at an age when she is warm, and it just so happens that Meng Chuyuan's approach meets all her emotional needs.

Lu Qingye asked her calmly: "What do you want us to do with you when you go to school?" ”

His words seemed to make Lu Qianling extremely dissatisfied, and he said several times with emotion: "You all think I just need to study hard and listen to the teacher at school, right?" Other people have parents to pick me up after school, and there are so many people in our family, let alone pick me up from school, and I can't even come to a parent-teacher meeting. ”

Lu Qianling: "Have you asked me about my grades?" Probably not, right? I know the teacher will send you a report card, but it seems that you don't care if I do well or not. ”

"You have to be self-disciplined in this part of learning, no one asks you about your grades doesn't mean it doesn't matter, I'm the same as my parents, I don't want to put too much pressure on you."

Lu Qingye glanced at her, and said indifferently again: "We won't blame you if you don't do well in the exam, but you have to abide by the discipline of the school, right?" You skip school for no reason, you don't say hello, how much trouble will it be if something happens to you? Any idea how worried we will be about you? ”

Lu Qianling clutched the milk bottle in her hand tightly, her head hung very low, and she complained in a low voice: "I don't see how worried you are......"

At present, all the information about her, they rely on the teacher's side.

Lu Qianling didn't think this was what they called concern.

What she muttered Lu Qingye didn't hear, and he didn't dare to say it out loud, it was probably not a good thing, and he was not interested in studying it.

Seeing that she gradually quieted down, Lu Qingye spoke: "Finished?" Anything else? ”

Lu Qianling was silent for a moment and shook her head, "No ......"

Lu Qingye ordered her to chase away guests: "Then don't stand here." ”

"No, you haven't promised me yet!" Lu Qianling was just about to leave, when she suddenly remembered something, she raised her head again, and said confidently: "I just want this sister-in-law, you must not be too busy, and you must not lose her." ”

"Put your heart in your belly, little brat." Lu Qingye glanced at her, and when he saw Lu Qianling standing in front of him, he frowned and said unconsciously: "Also, why don't you tie your hair?" ”

When the words fell, he seemed to take a step back in disgust.

At this time, Lu Qingye was still wearing today's turtleneck, which was prone to static electricity, and he was worried that his hair would stick to his clothes again.

Lu Qianling looked at him and said softly: "I'm ready to sleep, what kind of hair do I still tie!" ”

Lu Qingye: "......"

Seeing that he didn't squeak, Lu Qianling raised his head, his eyes full of doubt.

Why did he suddenly notice that she didn't tie her hair?

"What's wrong with my hair?" Lu Qianling subconsciously touched the end of her hair, and when she saw Lu Qingye's eyebrows with a little disgust, she fell into self-doubt: "Does it smell?" It shouldn't be...... I just washed it last night. ”

In the next second, she heard Lu Qingye's ruthless voice ringing in her ears: "Stay away from me, don't stick your hair to me." ”

Lu Qianling: "......"