My villain cub is the protagonist [Quick Transmigration]

After arriving in the company, the old man began to teach his son some basic things, and slowly opened up and told him.

I was already ready to play the piano to Niu, but I didn't expect that Xianyu's talent was not bad, and the old man didn't have any difficulty teaching him.

The little sycophant next to him was holding a small fan borrowed from the secretary in his hand, fanning his father for a while, and fanning his grandpa for a while, very busy.

Seeing his grandfather turn around and return to his desk with his things, Lingling took off his shoes and climbed onto the sofa, leaned over to kiss his father, and said softly, "Daddy has worked hard."

Although the cub's voice was quite low, but the office was only so big after all, the old man still heard it, and he turned around with a file and frowned.

The little guy who just clenched his fists to beat his father's back reacted quickly, and smiled sweetly at his grandpa.

"Grandpa worked hard too."

The old man snorted angrily, and continued to look for his own information.

Because she was discovered by her grandfather just now, Lingling didn't dare to be as blatant as before, but sat in her father's arms and rubbed her head against her father.

Xianyu was still holding the thing that the old man had just shown him, and distractedly glanced at Lingling who was sticking to him.

I don't know if it's because physical close contact can make Lingling feel more secure. Anyway, as long as I can stick to him, I will never be willing to sit alone, even if the old man has a small chair in his office .

The whole morning passed, and the lunch was delivered to the company by the chef at home.

Xian Ling went to wash his hands by himself, and after being carried by his assistant to sit on a high stool, he put shrimps in his bowl and began to peel them seriously.

Seeing that Ling Ling seemed to be hungry, the old man planned to finish telling Xian Yu what he had on hand before lunch, so he asked the children to eat first, since they were the three of them at the head of the family anyway.

When Xianyu and the old man walked to the dining table and just sat down, Xianling pushed a small bowl of peeled shrimps in front of his father.

When Dad looked over, he raised his chin subconsciously, as if asking for credit or waiting for his praise.

"Thank you, my baby Lingling is so nice."

"You're welcome~"

The old man doesn't like to eat shrimp, and he also knew that the shrimp made by the chef at home today was a bit embarrassing for his son, so he put some vegetables in his grandson's bowl, and said in a low voice, "The food is getting cold, I thought you were hungry just now." .”

Hearing what Grandpa said, Lingling laughed, but in fact, he just saw shrimps in his lunch and felt that his father was injured and it was not easy to peel them off.

Although he is only a little over three years old, he doesn't need to be coaxed or fed when he eats, and he eats deliciously with a small spoon in his hand.

Even if it was the cabbage that he didn't like, grandpa just frowned when he put it in Lingling's bowl, and obediently ate it all.

At first, although the old man heard his son say that he wanted to help him reduce the burden, he didn't take that to heart at all.

He even felt that even if he lay in the coffin, this bastard might not be able to stand alone.

But after letting him stay by his side for a few days, he noticed his talent in business, and the old man felt inexplicably that it was because of his pampering that he wasted so much time before.

If I could be ruthless and force him to learn earlier, maybe I would have retired and raised my grandson at home with peace of mind.

Xianyu's thinking is that since he is the old man's son, these responsibilities cannot be avoided. At most, he hugs his son and shouts tired after get off work.

Ling Ling, who was sitting in his father's arms playing with the Rubik's Cube, stopped twisting the Rubik's Cube after hearing what his father said, casually threw the Rubik's Cube aside, looked up at his father, adjusted his posture, and stretched out his arms to hug him. Clinging to Dad's neck.

"Dad has worked hard, give me a hug from Dad."

Xianyu looked down and saw the cub who was getting close to him by comforting him, and stretched out his hand to support him to prevent him from falling. Smelling the delicious fragrance on his body, he gradually relaxed after a long day of work.

Just at this time, the old man came over, saw their getting along, and reminded him: "The plaster cast on your arm has just been removed, be careful."... After a while, the old man has slowly handed over his rights to his son .

Although he still feels that his son is a bit out of tune, his talent in business is beyond doubt.

Lingling has a watch on her wrist, and every time she sets the alarm clock in advance, she asks her aunt to cut the fruit for her before her father comes back, and waits eagerly in the yard for his father to come back.

The little boy who was sitting there ran out happily when he heard the sound of the car, and heard his father's words through the door.

"Ling Ling, guess what dad brought you back today?"

Ling Ling, who stood on tiptoe and prepared to feed the cut oranges to her father, heard this, her eyes were round and full of curiosity.

"Ang? What did Dad bring?"

Xianyu handed Zai a branch of flowers that he had made in the company. It was bought by the secretary to decorate the old man's office. He only bloomed this one flower, and he dragged it down.

"Wow? Is it Huahua?"

In the next second, Lingling stuffed the orange into Dad's mouth roughly.

Picking up the flower with his free hand, this urgent look made Xianyu a little dumbfounded.

He squeezed the oranges his son fed, and threw the peels into the trash can next to him after eating. Immediately afterwards, Xianyu heard the little guy's excited voice.

"Grandpa, look, dad brought me fa~"

As soon as he got the Huahua that his father gave him, Lingling wanted his grandpa to see it too.

As soon as Xian Yu heard this, he felt something was wrong, and as expected, he heard the old man's suppressed angry voice after a while.

"Lei-yu!!"

The old man was quite relieved when he first saw it, thinking that the bastard Xianyu was finally thinking of his own son in his heart now, but the more he looked at it later, the more familiar it became.

"Dad, calm down, I asked the secretary, and he said that the flowers will grow better if they are cut."

Xianyu didn't lie when he said this, at the time he saw that the secretary was going to cut off the flowers and felt it was a pity, so he wanted to bring them back to make the children happy.

The old man himself had raised flowers before, but his son had done too many outrageous things before, so he couldn't help thinking of the bad at the first moment.

Seeing that something was wrong, the little boy hurried over to pick up Grandpa's teacup, walked up to Grandpa and stood on tiptoe to hand it to him.

"Grandpa is not angry."

The old man took a sip of tea, suppressed his anger and looked at Xianyu's current appearance, walked to the sofa and sat down.

The cub who felt that he had caused his father to be scolded, now ran behind the sofa and beat his grandfather's back with his small fist.

At this time, the old man looked at Xianyu standing there, and actually felt a little guilty when he thought about it carefully. After all, he misunderstood him, but he couldn't bear to say sorry to him.

"Didn't you say that you saw a new sports car last time? Now that you have a good hand, go buy it yourself."

Xianyu also sat down on the sofa, seeing the old man's awkward appearance, slightly curled his lips, and waved to his son.

Lingling's eyes widened when she saw her father's movements, she gestured to her grandfather with her eyes, and shook her head slightly.

Xianyu just wants to hug his son habitually after get off work.

But seeing that his son didn't seem to be very happy, he didn't force it. He drank his saliva and replied, "Dad, haven't you heard? Just last week, the son of the old Wang family played racing cars when he was drunk." , fell down from the mountainside, when I found it, tsk..."

Given that his family also has a son who loves racing cars, how could the old man have never heard of it.

I don't know how many times I have persuaded this bastard, but he always promised to be good on the surface, but behind the scenes, when others asked him to go racing, he ran faster than anyone else.

"Forget about the car or something. Your little grandson doesn't dare to come here without your consent. Tell him about it."

Ling Ling, who was called by name suddenly, paused to help grandpa beat his back, and stood there in a daze.

"Your father called you."

The old man gently pushed Lingling's shoulder and told him to go find his father.

Although on the surface, Ling Ling, whom he often brought up for himself, was more jealous of his father, in fact, seeing that the father and son had a good relationship, the old man felt quite at ease.

He used to think that maybe the child would mature after he got married, but it turned out that getting married didn't affect this bastard at all to go out and play.

Now seeing that Xianyu has changed his original thinking about eating, drinking and having fun into thinking about Ling Ling, the old man is also relieved.

Xianyu took his son to the room where the toys were kept, and Lingling, who took off his shoes and sat on the carpet, was a little worried.

"Dad, you can't do this tomorrow."

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"Be good, don't make grandpa angry again."

He's still a little guy who's less than Xianyu's waist height, and his voice still has milk that can't be taken off when he speaks, but his attitude is full of seriousness.

Xianyu stretched out his hand and gently pinched his cheek, seeing that he was still worried, leaned over and kissed his forehead.

The cub who was sitting there, after being kissed by his father, simply moved into his father's arms, and leaned there like a fool and couldn't get up.

"Father, even if you kiss me, I... I will never stand by your side!"

Xianyu could hear that his tone was firm when he spoke, but his face was full of entanglements, as if he could change his mind with just one word.

"Lingling, is it almost time for vaccination?"

Xianyu didn't intend to embarrass this well-behaved cub on this topic, so he changed the subject and brought up other things.

"Well, do you need an injection?"

"Yes, that's what happened in the last few days."

Xianyu saw the flickering fear on his face, held his little hand in his palm, and reminded softly: "A man will not be afraid of an injection."

Ling Ling sat in her father's arms, frowned and raised her head, puffed her cheeks, and after a while, she muttered in a somewhat uncertain voice: "You're still a little man... can't you be afraid?"

"But Dad, I'm a little afraid of pain."