In spring, a common scene is that dead branches sprout and all things revive, making people full of hope.

But the big trees on the university campus are still falling withered leaves.

This shows that many things cannot be inferred according to the rules.

Just like Xu Pei and Lin Yao sitting on a long chair, isn’t this contrary to the normal logic of the Shura Field?

At first, they sat down without saying anything.

But I will occasionally look at each other.

Lin Yao looked at Xu Pei's clothes.

Xu Pei looked at Lin Yao's belly.

Then a warm smile will appear.

Xu Pei and Wang Yu were never so relaxed when they were together.

But when Xu Pei and Lin Yao sat together, they felt a sense of indescribable comfort.

Xu Pei was thinking that when Wang Yu was with her, every pore on his body was full of thoughts.

Perhaps Wang Yu is the most relaxed state only when he is with Lin Yao.

This reminded Xu Pei of the genuine leather sofa in front of the floor-to-ceiling window of Lin Yao’s new house.

Xu Pei found that Lin Yao was always staring at her clothes and said lightly, "I want to come to find you, this is a school again."

"I just recall the way I dressed in school."

"That's how students dress, right?"

Xu Pei asked as if she was young, but looked at the little girls walking past in front of her.

Or the hair seems to be blown up.

Or like corn squirt.

And slanted bangs...

There is also a burnt hair color.

So Lin Yao smiled and shook her head, "I don't look like a student at all."

Xu Pei also looked at Lin Yao and smiled, "You don't look like someone who is about to become a mother!"

Lin Yao should be happy, but when she looked at Xu Pei, she felt sad, as if she had noticed something.

Xu Pei put his hand on Lin Yao's relatively flat belly, "What does it feel like to be pregnant?"

Lin Yao shook her head, "I don't feel anything."

“It’s…it’s easy to get sleepy.”

“And I eat a lot…”

Lin Yao lowered her head and smiled slightly, her peach cheeks had a little fleshy curve.

It's like a pointer swaying back and forth between lovely and beautiful.

Lin Yao turned her head to look at Xu Pei, "Wang Yu is on the news."

Xu Pei said, "I'll be here sooner or later."

"What he does now will become the mainstream in the processing and manufacturing industry and the multimedia era in the future."

"He will be a sensational figure in the future."

This is Xu Pei’s blind trust in Wang Yu, and it is Xu Pei’s wish to Wang Yu!ъìＱυＧΕtV.℃ǒΜ

Xu Pei stood up and lowered his eyes to Lin Yao looking upward.

"Yaoyao, I'm leaving!"

"I apologize to Professor Lin and Professor Chen!"

Xu Pei's farewell was not a wave, but a few scratches like a cat's claw.

Lin Yao quickly got up, trotted two steps, covering her chest with one hand and her stomach with the other, and followed Xu Pei silly.

She didn't know why she followed.

Just want to follow.

Xu Pei took a few steps, raised his head first, then lowered his head, and finally stopped.

Suddenly he turned around and hugged Lin Yao tightly.

Like relatives, like sisters, like friends...

Lin Yao hugged her waist...

This scene... a few women who have had good things will probably comment again: What else do you want Wang Yu to do? Approve you two to get married on the spot, and you have children anyway...

Lin Yao asked softly, "Will you come back?"

Normally, I would think that Lin Yao was worried that Xu Pei would come back.

But Xu Pei really heard a little bit at this moment, and she couldn't bear to leave her.

Xu Pei pinched Lin Yao's face, "Silly girl, love is possession, love is irreplaceable, love is the only one, how can there be a reason to share with others?"

When Xu Pei turned around, Lin Yao did not chase after him.

But Lin Yao rubbed her face silly.

At that moment, Xu Pei pinched her face like Wang Yu.

Lin Yao murmured: "Didn't you share it?"

Lin Yao entered the house...

The noodles on the table are a little lump.

Chen Zhiying looked at her husband. The couple should have communicated at home just now.

Lin Qiusheng was afraid that his words would be too stiff and irritating to his daughter.

Chen Zhiying is here to be the spokesperson today.

"Yaoyao, you'll have something passed after you've passed it."

"We have to look forward."

"Love can be sweet and bitter, but the most important thing is the insights brought by love."

"Wang Yu is living a good life now."

"You will get better and better."

"You will have some life in the future."

"Just bless the other person."

Lin Yao started to eat noodles again.

Chen Zhiying put all his thoughts on adjusting his mindset and said these generous words.

I advise my daughter to give up, to face it, to open my heart...

In fact, it is even more uncomfortable than killing Chen Zhiying.

Having cultivation does not mean losing your temper.

When Lin Qiusheng saw that his daughter was so excited when he was eating a pile of noodles, he became even more angry and turned his head away angrily.

What he couldn't understand was: Why did God have to take on the hardest and most difficult things for such a good girl?

Why is Wang Yu, the culprit, still enjoying flowers and applause on the stage?

Lin Qiusheng couldn't help but jump up and down.

Lin Yao happened to eat up all the dough noodles, and looked at the bottom of the bowl with a little unfulfilled interest, and then looked at Lin Shengqiu and Chen Zhiying silly.

No matter how you look, it doesn't seem like turning grief into appetite.

Just simply not full.

Lin Yao looked at Lin Qiusheng and Chen Zhiying seriously.

"Dad, mom..."

"When you were kids, you said something to me."

"You guys say I don't have to be extroverted, because introvert is good, but when I need to stand up, speak bravely, and fight for it bravely, I must be brave enough!"

Lin Qiusheng and Chen Zhiying thought Lin Yao would fight for something bravely.

But Lin Yao looked straight at Lin Qiusheng and Chen Zhiying, "That's how you educated me."

"But why are you not brave when facing Sister Xiao Pei's stepfather, why are you not brave enough, why are you not fighting for it, and why are you giving in?"

Lin Qiusheng:...
To be continued...