My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

Chapter 219

When Xianqin walked out of the teahouse, she saw a small roadside vendor selling cotton candy, and after all the children who bought cotton candy had left, she also went up to ask the price.

Three yuan each, two yuan cheaper than the five yuan he expected.

"Give me one, old man, I want the white one."

"okay."

Taking the marshmallow from the old man, Xianqin happily took out her mobile phone and took a photo to send to his father.

Before putting the phone back in his pocket, he felt that if he was just taking a photo like this, it would be too disrespectful to the three dollars, so he recorded another video.

"Dad, look, the cotton candy here is two yuan cheaper than ours!"

Huo Yan was still standing there on the second floor of the tea house, and when he saw his younger brother was so happy because of a cotton candy that his face was covered with a bright smile, he stretched out his hand and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

In fact, he himself is not very willing to admit it, but in some places, he really envies this younger brother.

His father is not a good person, he knew it a long time ago, even his own children can't get much love from him.

But Xianqin's father, knowing that he was not his own, was still willing to raise him to such an age.

Since childhood, Huo Yan has been in contact with many people in their circle, and he rarely sees someone who has a very good relationship with his father like Xianqin.

It is the kind of dependence that can be seen at a glance, and it is also subconscious maintenance.

He even found the video they released back then. The video about the children's anchor was popular all over the Internet, and now some people still go back and watch it from time to time.

Xianqin in the video, under the care and protection of her father, slowly improved at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At the beginning, he refused to contact anyone, but then gradually became curious, was taken by his father to see many novel things, and finally became naughty and lively.

Huo Yan couldn't help but feel a little funny when he thought about the child who leaned in front of the camera and whispered to him.

In the eyes of others, he has a lot of things, but in this comparison, it seems that there is not much left.

Since Xianqin's intention of resisting is so obvious, he doesn't intend to make things difficult for others, as he said, it's best not to interfere with each other in the future.

For Xianqin, besides knowing the truth by accident, it is the extra 1000 yuan.

During college, he still went to school step by step and worked part-time, and by the way, he looked forward to the future.

At first, he still thought about whether he should tell his father about this matter, or say hello.

Since he was a child, he used to take it to his father to talk about such trivial things as eating an extra bowl of rice.

Later, I forced myself to suppress this idea. He is already an adult, and he shouldn't report to his father about everything.

When Xianqin graduated from university and was about to find a job, Xianyu drove a new car to the downstairs of the apartment he was temporarily renting.

"Qinqin, where are you now?"

"dad?"

The tacit understanding from childhood to adulthood made Xianqin subconsciously walk to the window, take a look at it and quickly go downstairs with the key, unexpectedly his father would come to see him now.

I searched around downstairs, but didn't see his father, until a luxury car that had been parked there pushed down the window and waved at him.

Xianqin saw his father sitting in the driver's seat, and the car was more fashionable, so it was obvious at a glance that it was not the style of their company boss.

At this moment, Xianqin's mind is full of their house, should it still be there?If he is gone, his father doesn't know if he has moved his things out.

Xianqin didn't even need Xianyu to say hello to him, she consciously opened the co-pilot's door, sat on it and asked nervously, "Dad, how much did our house sell for?"

"Ah, ah?"

Xianyu, who came to see his child from a long distance, was stunned by his question, what was meant by how much their house was sold for.

No, when did their family sell the house?

"Dad, tell me the truth, how much did you sell?"

Xianqin began to rejoice that she had graduated now, and could support their family after finding a job, so that his father would not have to drink northwest wind at such an old age.

"I didn't sell the house."

"Then you borrowed it?"

"Do you still need to borrow money to buy a car?"

Before Xianyu thought it was because of the child's own personality, but looking at it now, it doesn't seem to be the case.

"Didn't I always tell you that I have plans to buy a car?"

But instead of buying it for himself, he intends to buy one for Xianqin, so that he can drive it first to enjoy himself.

"Dad, is your car second-hand?"

At this time, Xianyu finally reacted, took his bag over, unzipped it, took out a stack of real estate certificates, and handed them all to Xianqin.

"I haven't sold the house. If you want to sell it, you can see which one you want to sell and enjoy yourself."

Xianqin opened these real estate certificates with trembling hands. His father's name was written on each book, and some places on it were familiar to him, and the last one was even in their city now.

He still remembered that before they had a break-up meal in their dormitory, some people started talking nonsense after drinking too much, saying that they might not be able to have a home in this city if they worked hard all their lives.

Cooperating with his father, he actually bought a new set here behind his back.

"Are you going back to your hometown with me and working in your uncle's company, or are you looking for opportunities here?"

"Dad, uncle his company, do you want me?"

Before he could get away from the shock that his family seemed a little rich, he heard another thing his father mentioned.

If it is possible, Xianqin himself is very happy to go back to his hometown to develop, and he is willing to admit that he is worthless, anyway, he really likes the city where he grew up.

In fact, the city of their hometown is developing well now, the most important thing is that Xianqin is familiar with that place.

Even every time I go out to buy breakfast, I can meet a familiar grandmother and add some ham sausage for myself, and I can get home by bicycle slowly.

Xianqin had always felt that if he was that uncle, he would definitely wish to send his father away immediately, and when his father retires, it would be like kicking a football, and he would never see him again.

But now seeing his father's expression of being sure that uncle will ask him to go to work, on the contrary, he was made to feel unconfident.

He has a suitable job here, but he feels that the salary is a little low, so he has been hesitating to see if there are new options.

"Why not?"

Only then did Xianyu think of it, as if he hadn't told Qinqin about that.

"Qinqin, in fact, your father doesn't just go to work, that is, is there a possibility that your uncle's company owns a small half of ours."

At the beginning, there were not many, but then the boss encountered something, and he helped to add a lot.

"Dad, I know you want the company of your uncle's, but you can't daydream."

"Dad, you don't think that the company belongs to us because you stayed for too long, as it is said on the Internet."

Xianqin sighed helplessly, holding those real estate certificates in her arms.

"Instead of thinking about these things, you might as well think about it. Maybe one day your son will be able to make a difference, and he will be able to make your dream come true."

Xianyu rubbed the center of his brows, thinking helplessly that things seemed to be in places he didn't know, and a certain deviation gradually began to occur.

"From childhood to adulthood, I have never done you any harm. Why do you stubbornly think that our family is poor?"

"Aren't you poor? Dad, I always thought you were swollen to look fat."

Xianyu was too lazy to explain to this idiot son, let him pack his luggage and go home together.

Xianqin in the rental house contacted the landlord to cancel the rent, because the time he lived in was too short, and the house was not messy, the landlord was very straightforward and only charged half a month's rent, and the deposit was refunded to him .

"Still in the co-pilot? Drive."

Xianyu walked to the back and sat down, rubbing his slightly sore wrists, thinking that it is really impossible for people to refuse to accept their old age.

"Dad, you, you, I..."

Xianqin himself also likes the feeling that luxury cars bring him. Before, he had been telling himself that their family's conditions were not good, so he silently suppressed all his thoughts in his heart.

Now touching the steering wheel of the luxury car, his father also said that this is his family's car, which made Xianqin's heart beat a little faster.

"Let's leave you and me, drive quickly, and go home to make you your favorite meatballs. I bought all the meat and put it in the refrigerator."

"Okay Dad."

Xianqin had passed her driver's license test before, and now there is no pressure at all to drive back.

After arriving home, he sat on the familiar dilapidated sofa, and hadn't recovered from the sudden news that he was actually a rich second generation.

The classmates in their dormitory also often joked about whether there was a possibility that they were the rich second generation, but their parents didn't tell them.

Xianqin herself never dared to make such a joke with his father, for fear that his father would be sad when he heard it.

But I didn't expect that this is really the situation at home for someone who doesn't dare to joke.

"Dad, if the condition of our house is really as good as you said, why don't you change this sofa?"

"When I bought it, the sofa cost more than 3 yuan."

"More than 3?"

Xianqin's lazily lying posture suddenly became straighter. Before, he always thought that the sofa was at most two thousand, and it was scratched and tattered by rice, so that people who walked in could see their house at a glance. Straightforward.

"Dad, I...Then the Shuna company you said has our share?"

Hearing these words, Xianyu, who took off his coat and put on his apron to cut the meat, turned his head and glanced at his eldest son who was glaring at him. He felt strangely happy to pretend to be successful in front of his own son.

"It's true, not only your uncle, but also another Uncle Wang. Your father also has some shares in his company."

"But it's not much, just ten percent, which can be divided into hundreds of thousands a year."