I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

After Du Caige went out, he found a new restaurant, but unfortunately the taste was not ideal.

He finished the meal silently, and then packed a braised pork rib for Du Rongqi - this is what children love to eat.

Du Yanqi should be considered a child, right? Judging by her appearance, she was only fifteen or sixteen years old.

And the original owner was only 34 years old. She was the original owner's daughter, so she couldn't be too old.

And she also revealed a piece of information, she hasn't gone to college yet.

So Du Caige felt that his estimated age should be more accurate.

Carrying the lunch box, Du Caige hurried into the house.

As he walked, he thought of his daughter Du Qiqi.

Du Caige saw his account book before, and there was absolutely no Du Qiqi's name on the account book.

So, who is this girl's mother? Has he passed away, or is he divorced from the original owner? Or is she actually the illegitimate daughter of the original owner?

When passing the convenience store, Du Caige hesitated for a few seconds outside the store, but decided to go in and buy some snacks.

After all, the food in that restaurant just now was really bad.

He thought, if Du Rongqi doesn't like to eat braised pork ribs, at least buy some snacks to satisfy her hunger.

After choosing a few snacks that girls like to eat, Du Caige did not dare to buy too many.

In fact, there is no deposit in the bank, and only the last three thousand yuan is on him.

And now there is a daughter to raise.

Before Zhu Xian can make money for him, he must save some money.

Thinking about what I usually heard, my daughter needs to be rich and pampered, and Du Caige felt that her head was aching.

He held the lunch box and shopping basket in his left hand, and rubbed his eyebrows in his right hand.

No, we must not support this erroneous view, nor encourage the arrogance of girls in the rebellious period.

Don't ask, ask is equality between men and women.

After picking out snacks, I chose a few more daily necessities, toothpaste, toothbrush, towel, toilet paper, socks, underwear, etc.

These things are always a bit embarrassing to respond to the original owner.

When paying, Du Caige felt a subtle sense of guilt.

The few times I spent money before were all to fill my stomach. Du Caige spent the original owner's money with peace of mind.

But buying these things now seems to be taking advantage of the original owner, and it feels very subtle.

He seemed to be able to see the depths of the sea of ​​consciousness, and the soul of the original owner complained while wiping tears: You live in my house, use my computer, peek at my treasured little movies, sleep with my wife (if any), Hit my daughter, and it will cost me my money! I only have so much money, you have to spend it!

A total of 179.8 yuan. The cashier of the convenience store swiftly scanned the code and reported the price, interrupting Du Caige's stunned expression.

Du Caige took out his wallet and paid the bill quickly.

Then he carried a large bag and a small bag, lowered his head and hurried home.

When he got to the door, he put all the large and small bags in his left hand, and took off the keychain with his right hand.

However, he was not familiar with this bunch of keys, and after rustling for a long time, he could not find the correct key to open the door.

At this moment, there was a rush of footsteps behind the door, Du Caige stopped the movement of opening the door, and soon the door opened, revealing Du Qiqi's delicate little face, looking at the big bags and small bags among Du Cai's singers with scrutiny.

When her eyes fell on those snacks, she unconsciously swallowed her saliva.

Du Caige laughed in his heart, but of course he didn't dare to laugh on the face.

He handed the large and small bags to Du Yuqi, and changed his shoes and took off his jacket.

Du Yanqi took out the lunch box, opened it, and snorted coldly, as if to say, It's braised pork ribs again.

But looking at her expression, she doesn't seem to hate this dish, she's just being arrogant.

It's already a bit cold, go and warm up yourself. Du Caige said.

Du Yanqi didn't answer, just frowned slightly to indicate that he heard it. She opened the plastic bag of the convenience store and couldn't wait to take out packages after packages of snacks, all of which were spread out on the table.

Her eyes seemed satisfied, but she quickly typed it to Du Caige on her mobile phone: You want to buy me something delicious? You look down on people too much.

Du Caige smiled naively: No way, this is not bribing you. Sometimes I forget everything when I get busy, for fear of starving you.

Du Yanqi wrinkled his nose and typed with disgust: Who doesn't know you yet.

Seeing that the exchange seemed to be going smoothly, Du Caige tentatively said, Is the school on vacation?

yes.

Du Caige nodded. As for why Du Ruoqi broke in with his suitcase today, his guess is that Du Ruiqi was living on campus before. Counting the time, the winter vacation should start today, and the New Year will be in ten days, so I just guessed like this.

Judging from Du Yanqi's age, he should be in high school, right? Freshman or sophomore. Maybe third year.

But he couldn't ask, if he didn't even know what grade his daughter was in, she would be rejected by her rebellious daughter to death.

You can only make a side-by-side attack later, or find time to secretly look through Du Yanqi's exercise book.

But think about it, Du Yanqi should look like 15 or 6 years old, and he is only 34 years old, that is to say, when the original owner was 18 or 9 years old, Du Yanqi was born? The original owner is really mature enough.

What twists and turns are there in this story?

Or is it just the bitter fruit of the indulgence and ignorance of adolescence?

Du Caige returned to the study, opened the Genesis Chinese website, and logged in to the author account.

Still no sign-up station.

Maybe I am too impatient, the editor may not have reviewed it yet.

He turned on the music player, opened the document again, and continued coding at a rapid rate.

As he was immersed in the plot, there was a knock on the door.

To be precise, slap the door, not with your knuckles, but with your palm. The voice was a little rushed.

Du Caige thought, if I used a shot like this when I made a movie, it would be to express the character's impatience, or to express the urgency of the situation.

Du Caige closed the document and went to open the door.

Du Yanqi looked at him indifferently and held up the phone. It read: I made an appointment with a friend, went shopping for a while and came back.

Du Caige pointed to his lips.

Du Yanqi quickly took out a tissue from his pocket and carefully wiped the oil from his mouth, then raised his head and gestured with his eyes: Have you wiped it clean?

Du Caige nodded and said, Get home before 8 o'clock.

He felt that he should still do his father's responsibility.

A good father cannot let his daughter come home later than 8 o'clock.

Du Ruoqi's expression seemed to have a bit of a toothache, and he typed quickly: It's too early, it's a holiday, I want to play more...

Then she seemed to feel that her tone was too weak, and deleted and re-typed: You don't care about me! You can play with me as long as you want.

Eh, the milk is fierce and the milk is fierce, so cute. A beautiful child is so beautiful in every expression.

Du Caige didn't speak and looked at her quietly.

After looking at each other for a few seconds, Du Rongqi was defeated, a little frantic, and typed: Okay, 9 o'clock.

9 o'clock... just barely. Du Caige nodded.

Du Yanqi stretched out his hand.

Du Caige was inexplicable.

Du Yanqi typed impatiently: Give me the money! If I go out to play, I can't help but let me bring money!

Du Caige had no experience in raising a daughter, but he felt that Du Ruqi's words were all right, so he took out two hundred-yuan bills from his wallet and handed them to her.

Du Yanqi wrinkled his nose and typed quickly: I'm getting more and more stingy.

Du Caige was speechless. You don't know that Chaimi is expensive, girl!