Campus belle's cultivation master

18 Qintai Road, Luojia.

The setting sun sprinkles clean streets, luxuriant trees, white and elegant marble bricks

Tall and luxurious Western villas stand quietly, with arched windows, grand hall, and a group of pigeons cooing on the roof.

Luo Xiaoxiao, wearing a simple and elegant white cotton dress and a wide brimmed Beach Hat with pink flowers on his head, is playing on a swing in the yard while making a phone call.

Bright eyes and white teeth, elegant if fairy, black soft hair shawl, two slender white legs swing with the swing, swing to swing, the young girl's ethereal sweet voice also rippling in the intoxicating evening wind.

"Tomorrow's weekend, my mother told me to go home for dinner and have a good sleep."

"You are not allowed to bully xinrou. She called me yesterday. Obviously, her tone is wrong. Be careful that I run to check the post."

"Cluck, I didn't expect you to say that to make people happy..."

Holding the swing rope in her hand, the girl slowly stops her movements and stands on tiptoe on the lush grass. Her white face flushes with intoxication

"I... i... I miss you. Don't you think I have?

Oh, I'm so ashamed. I'll go back to school tomorrow... "

After a while, Luo Xiaoxiao hung up, two soft hands holding the flip phone, quietly sitting on the swing, tilted his head, pondering over the girl's mind.

The gentle breeze blows the long black straight hair of the young girl. I don't know what strange ideas she is pondering in her little head. She is delicate and pretty, and looks like a ripe apple.

After her exquisite and beautiful body, there are verdant trees, and the dense branches and leaves are plated with brilliant gold by the setting sun, which is quiet and peaceful.

A beautiful middle-aged woman, standing quietly behind the magnolia tree, looks like Luo Xiaoxiao, but she lacks the pure and soft beauty of a girl, showing the mature charm of her age.

Luo Yixiong's wife, Luo Xiaoxiao's mother, Jiang Zhaoyun.

Looking at Luo Xiaoxiao's low head and worried appearance, Jiang Zhaoyun's snow-white face was a little more clear. She came from the past, experienced the innocent period of young girls, and naturally knew what the girl's appearance meant.

My daughter is in love.

"Xiaoxiao." Jiang Zhaoyun opened a mouth gently, the voice is gentle and soft, "who are you calling?"

"Ah."

Luo Xiaoxiao was startled by the sudden movement, shrugged and fell off the swing.

Jiang Zhaoyun hurriedly came over and cared: "have you broken it? Let mom have a look... "

Such a precious girl, but her palm treasure, heart flesh, fall, touch all heartache.

"Nothing." Luo Xiaoxiao helped the sand cap on his head, puffing his pink cheeks and yelling, "Mom, when did you come here? Why don't you even make a sound when you walk? "

"I didn't move when I was walking, or you smelly girl, you can't hear, you can't see?" Jiang Zhaoyun turned her mouth, raised her hand and knocked on her daughter's small head, "so grown-up, she's still hairy all day. What can I do when she gets married?"

She took Luo Xiaoxiao's white tender hand and sat down on the stone bench beside her. She carefully looked at the girl's delicate eyebrows and eyes, how to see and how to like them.

Although her baby daughter is still young, she has already been graceful and beautiful. I don't know how many of those aristocratic young masters and talented young people out there are going to be fascinated and tossed about.

Luo Xiaoxiao blinked his big black and white eyes: "Mom, what are your eyes? How can it be like trying to sell a girl? "

"You'll talk nonsense and make your mother's heart blocked." Jiang Zhaoyun did not have the good spirit to stare one eye, immediately will daughter's small hand presses on own thigh, smilingly asks, "Xiaoxiao, you tell the truth with the mother, is fall in love?"

Luo Xiaoxiao's body suddenly stagnated, his back stretched, and his pretty face turned red.

After a moment's silence, she bit her ruddy mouth and gently touched her white chin.

"When a man marries a woman, there's nothing to be ashamed of." Jiang Zhaoyun moved forward, and her smile became more intense. "Tell mom, which family's childe can make my baby girl move her heart? Don't you say you hate Chen Hongming very much? Is that Zheng Shao? Xu Shao? Or Li Shao? "

Luo Xiaoxiao shakes his head like a rattle and purses his mouth: "none of them. His name is Lin Yu. He is a professor in our school's Academy of life sciences."

"Ah?" Jiang Zhaoyun stares round eyes, almost doesn't spring up from the stone bench, the facial expression also appears particularly strange, "Professor? How old is he? Xiaoxiao, you don't lack fatherly love. What's the matter... "

Luo Xiaoxiao almost didn't break down: "Mom, don't talk nonsense. Lin Yu is less than 20 years old, about my age... "

"Oh, under twenty... That's it." Jiang Zhaoyun breathed a sigh of relief and finally relaxed, "young professors under 20 years old are really rare. Let's count the young talents. I think it's pretty good to be liked by my daughter. "

"Not only is it good, Lin Yu is good everywhere." When Luo Xiaoxiao mentions his boyfriend, he has a rosy face and big eyes. "He is good-natured, knowledgeable, mature, handsome and Kung Fu. Mom, do you know that when I first met him, I had a very familiar feeling. I couldn't help but want to be close to him... "

She tilted her small head, a face of Innocence: "this is probably the legendary love at first sight it, identified that person, from now on only his eyes..."

"Oh, are you a shy girl? Love at first sight? It's so nice to say anything. " Jiang Zhaoyun frowned and pinched her daughter's delicate Qiong nose. "I ask you, what's your family background about this boy named Lin Yu?"

"Er, this..." Luo Xiaoxiao raised his small hand to scratch his head, secretly glanced at each other, and tightly pursed his small mouth.

Sure enough, the smile on Jiang Zhaoyun's cheek was slightly solidified, and her expression was a little light: "Xiaoxiao, mom hopes you can be happy, and emotional things don't want to put too much pressure on you.

But you have to be clear, such as our family background, it is impossible to allow you to be with that kind of little people... "

"What is a little man?" Luo Xiaoxiao was a little anxious. "Lin Yu is a professor of Jiada. In terms of bearing and talent, no one I met can match him."

"A little Professor, with his monthly salary and bonus, can support tens of thousands of yuan, and can support a young lady like you? Xiaoxiao, to be fair, is he really worthy of you? "