After wearing the book, I became the villain’s little fan girl

Jiang Yao became more and more curious.

She got up from the stool.

The Zhizhi at his feet suddenly yelled, and Jiang Yao remembered that the shoelaces hadn't been tied yet.

He squatted down again and tied the shoelaces in twos and threes.

Then he ran to Jiang Zeting's side and kept asking, "What is it? Dad told me, did you tell me?"

The little girl is lively and lovely.

Jiang Zeting's unsmiling face rarely showed some expression, but he still kept it up: "You can see for yourself."

Step up to the living room.

Jiang Yao followed by shaking Xiao Yao.

The beautiful deer eyes stared round: "Mr. Jiang, you are so stingy!"

Jiang Zeting sat down on the sofa and picked up a small wooden box on the coffee table.

Jiang Yao didn't have any when he came back.

It should be what Jiang Zeting said.

So Jiang Yao ran to him and sat down, staring straight at the box, guessing.

What could it be?

The Lu family is quite rich, so could it be some jewelry or jade?

No no no.

Jiang Zeting can give her these things.

There's no need to ask Lu Chengshu.

Jiang Zeting handed her the box and motioned her to open it with his eyes.

Jiang Yao took it with a curious heart.

Open.

Seeing what was inside, Jiang Yao opened his deer eyes almost in disbelief.

"!!!"

"Dad! Ah, ah, you are too kind!"

Jiang Yao picked up the book inside and looked left and right.

The eyes are bent into crescents.

Jiang Zeting pretended to be serious: "Are you still saying Dad is stingy?"

How could Miss Jiang not know what he was thinking, and shook her head frantically: "Don't say it, don't say it! Dad is the best!"

She happily opened the book.

The notes are dense.

She can't understand the knowledge in it, but Yan Zhi must understand it!

That's right, this is a book about stock trading.

The preciousness of this book is not the book itself, but the notes on it!

Lu Chengshu is the ace professor of the Finance Department of University A!

Not only that, but also a well-known financial expert in the country!

His lectures are often sought after by countless students, and his published articles are even more popular!

Don't say it's such a personal experience!

Still two!

Ahhh!

That's great!

Seeing the little girl's crooked eyebrows and eyes, Jiang Zeting was also happy.

"It seems that my father was tricked by that old shameless man with two cans of Longjing, it's not too bad."

heard the words.

Jiang Yao's heart suddenly warmed up.

Jiang Zeting loves tea, but loves Longjing.

It is definitely not Fanpin who can make Lu Chengshu ask for it.

This man really took her words to heart.

She was moved: "Mr. Jiang, what kind of fairy father are you, woo woo woo! I am so happy!"

Originally, she didn't know where to start with Yan Zhi.

As for now...

Looking at these two books, Jiang Yao couldn't help grinning.

Turning to look at Jiang Zeting's slightly melting face, his heart became more and more determined to study hard.

Fight for Jiang Zeting!

"Dad! I have to study hard in the future! I'll give you the admission letter from Zhang Jing University for fun!"

The little girl curled her wrist in a gesture of encouragement.

joke.

Miss Jiang was also a top student in her previous life!

Although liberal arts...

Hearing Jiang Yao's ambition, Jiang Zeting couldn't help laughing: "Father believes in Yaoyao!"

His tone was full of trust.

It never occurred to me that Beijing University is the top university in the country.

And Jiang Yao...

Now take the test of ten or twenty.

"So I won't go home to eat at noon in the future, and study at school!"

Jiang Yao took the opportunity to tell her what she thought.

Jiang Zeting stopped smiling.

lame eyebrow.

"Aren't you going home for dinner?"

Jiang Yao nodded like a chick pecking at rice: "Yeah!"

The man's tone changed immediately, and he said: "You are young, you don't have to be so tired, Dad can afford you."

Jiang Yao held the book with a tangled face.

"But I want to be proud of my father!"

"But Yaoyao is not used to the food outside."

Jiang Yao remained silent.

She felt she could try.

Seeing the little girl's firm eyes, Jiang Zeting still loosened his eyebrows: "Let Aunt Miao prepare it at home and send it to Uncle Lin."

Jiang Yao frowned: "Will it be too troublesome?"