I became a villain, tall, rich and handsome

Lin Feng finished checking the accounts, turned off the electric switches one by one, and walked around the flower shop again. After confirming that there were no mistakes, he slowly walked out, lowered the rolling shutter door, and walked towards the black Audi parked not far away. .

After getting in the car, the first thing that came to Lin Feng's mind was to pick up his son from school. As he started the car, he remembered that Shen Qingxue had said that he could just drop by the kindergarten on the way home after shopping.

"Shen Qingxue doesn't know how to adjust the seat back for me." Lin Feng muttered dissatisfiedly. When he brakes now, his stomach always hits the steering wheel.

The dessert shop along the way had Shen Qingxue's favorite cakes, but when he stopped the car, he hesitated. His wife told him that his son was teething recently and couldn't eat sweet things. If he bought it home, he would be eaten. If my son sees it, he might get into trouble again.

After much thought, Lin Feng still went in and bought a fruit cake of the smallest size, and asked him to seal it tightly with a paper bag. After confirming that it was not a piece of cake from the outer packaging, he was satisfied. He nodded and placed it carefully on the passenger seat.

When he arrived downstairs at his house, Lin Feng found Shen Qingxue at the door of the garage, scolding his son with a face full of anger. Lin Zicheng was crying with grievances, and his face was covered with snot and tears.

After Lin Feng parked the car in the garage, he hurried over to check the situation. When the little guy saw his father coming over, he subconsciously hid behind Lin Feng.

"Come here!" Shen Qingxue scolded sternly.

The little guy froze and cried louder.

"What's wrong, wife? Are you so angry?" Lin Feng wanted to reach out to hug Lin Zicheng, but Shen Qingxue glared at her. She hung her hands in the air awkwardly, not knowing what to do for a moment.

"Do you know what good things your son has done?" Shen Qingxue's anger had subsided a lot, but when Lin Feng asked this, she suddenly became furious again.

"Son...what's wrong?" Lin Feng asked weakly, seeing that Shen Qingxue was so angry and didn't dare to get into trouble again.

"The teacher told me that your son lifted up a girl's skirt in the kindergarten!" As she was talking, Shen Qingxue walked over and brought Lin Zicheng over, and said coldly: "Do you know where you went wrong?"

Lin Feng also knew that this kind of principled issue could not be defended. He retreated to Shen Qingxue's side, not daring to take sides at this time.

"I was wrong, mom...a little bee flew into her skirt..." Lin Zicheng explained with sobs.

Lin Feng suddenly remembered that he seemed to have been beaten because of this matter back then. Why didn't he think of such a good excuse back then? He is indeed my son.

Lin Feng's face was livid, he put on the look of a stern old father, and said solemnly: "Even if such a thing really happens, you can't lift the skirt of a little girl. You should inform the teacher as soon as possible, okay?"

"I know...Dad...Dad..." Lin Zicheng promised while wiping his tears.

Lin Feng took advantage of the opportunity and looked at Shen Qingxue with a smile, "Honey, look... it's time to calm down..."

Shen Qingxue took a deep breath, calmed down her mood, and her tone softened a bit, "Next time, I won't be able to forgive you!"

Then he glared at Lin Feng and said, "As expected of me, he is your son!"

Lin Feng didn't know whether it was a compliment or a derogatory term, so he nodded blankly, "Follow me."

"Huh!" Shen Qingxue snorted coldly, turned around and walked home. Lin Feng picked up his son and was about to go home, but found that his little hand was clenched tightly, and it seemed like he was holding something in his palm.

"Son, what is in your hand? Can you show it to dad?" Lin Feng asked.

Lin Zicheng opened his small hand, and there was a small strawberry hairpin inside.

"What do you mean?" Lin Feng asked.

"This is my token of love." Lin Zicheng winked and added: "It is also my reward for driving away the bees."

The father and son looked at each other and smiled.

…

As the sun rose, Shen Qingxue was humming a tune and making breakfast in the room. Lin Feng climbed out of bed sleepily and saw Lin Zicheng peeking half of his head towards the bedroom.

"Dad, what time is it?" he asked.

Lin Feng suddenly realized that today is the weekend. He promised his son yesterday that he would take him out to play.

"Go and wash up first. Let's talk to mom after breakfast." Lin Feng touched his son's head.

"Have you memorized the ancient poem? I'll ask you a question later." Shen Qingxue's voice came from the kitchen.

Lin Zicheng had a sad face, let out a long voice, and reluctantly followed the idiot back to the room.

Those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are dark. Originally, both of them planned to let their sons study according to their own interests. However, Xiaohui often took her daughter to Shen Qingxue's flower shop and often told her the importance of early education. Did Shen Qingxue persist? It didn't take long for Xiaohui to successfully convince her of her point of view.

Lin Zicheng naturally became the focus of her education.

Lin Feng wanted to ask Shen Qingxue to go out with him and his son, but the flower shop was busier on Saturdays, and Shen Qingxue had also accumulated some regular customers. She would come to the store every day to pick up flowers, and she would ask for extra flowers on Saturdays and Sundays. many.

The monthly income of the flower shop is actually not much, and when the business is not good, they even have to add some money every month. However, the two of them opened the shop not to make money, but to live a fulfilling life. Going to the store every day has long become part of Shen Qingxue's living habits.

After finishing breakfast, Lin Feng called Jin Long and made an appointment to take the children out to play together. After all, among Lin Feng's friends, this guy is the only one who has weekends off.

Jin Long's daughter was born about half a month later than Lin Zicheng, but she is almost half a head taller than Lin Zicheng. When the two little ones stand together, Jin Jiaojiao looks more like her sister.

Perhaps because their parents often took them out to play together, Lin Zicheng and Jin Jiaojiao had a particularly good relationship. As soon as they met, the two of them were already so bored that they started whispering together.

"I think you should take Zicheng to Yang Xu's house more often." Jin Long looked at the two little boys walking hand in hand, and suddenly felt as if his cabbage was being eaten by a pig.

"Haha, let's not delay." Lin Fengjian smiled.

"Go away, I have to stay away from you from now on." Jin Long grabbed a handful of game coins for Lin Feng, "Let's go and catch him for fun, and the one we caught later will treat us to a treat this noon."

"No problem." Lin Feng also stuffed two coins into the claw machine.

"Do your children also memorize ancient poems at home?"

"I take it every day and take a lot of various interest classes. I can't beat her." Jin Long gave Jin Jiaojiao a sympathetic look.

"Hey, you are all worried about your own children."