When An Nuan returned home, it was later than usual.
"Nuan Nuan, your mother won the three traditional fashion awards held by the school today: Best Temperament, Best Body, and Best Talent. It's really amazing."
Downstairs, I met Professor Ling from across the building. Professor Ling was less than forty this year and had a well-maintained figure... Of course, this was only compared to most of his peers, not including Liu Yuewang.
Liu Yuewang is younger than Professor Ling, and she is An Nuan's mother.
"That's because this competition is not your area of expertise, Auntie. It pays attention to tradition... If it were a dance talent competition and the word "traditional" was not limited, Auntie, your belly dance would conquer all the judges." An Nuan said with a smile,
It's not an exaggeration, she and her mother both learned belly dancing from Professor Ling.
It’s just fun to dance at home. Apart from the old streets and alleys, the neighbors in the city can best maintain traditional exchanges in the neighborhood where school families raise funds. They have all worked in the same unit for more than ten years.
Even the neighborhood relationships between old colleagues of decades are completely different from those in newly built commercial communities.
Professor Ling was very helpful and patted An Nuan on the shoulder, "The college entrance examination is coming soon. Please pay attention to relax. When you relax, dance, listen to music, and come to Auntie's house to play."
"Okay!" An Nuan's voice was very delicate, and she took Professor Ling's arm and went upstairs together.
"Girl's legs are so long." Professor Ling looked at An Nuan enviously, "I wish I had a daughter like this. Zhizhi's legs don't feel half as long as yours."
"It's not such an exaggeration. If Zhizhi listens, I will have to amputate my limbs." An Nuan burst out laughing.
Chu Lingzhi is Professor Ling's daughter and lives across the street. The two girls are close in age. Although they are not in the same school, they have a good relationship.
"Children's words are not forbidden, children's words are not forbidden." Professor Ling said quickly.
An Nuan opened the door, and Professor Ling looked at Liu Yuewang sitting on the sofa, still wearing the cheongsam from the morning competition. The thirty-six-year-old woman had a gentle and girlish temperament and skin, which made people envious.
The eyebrows and soft corners of the mouth always remind people of the poem "On the willow branches above the moon, people meet after dusk."
"Still pretty?" Liu Yuewang was looking at his phone, with a shy smile on his face that had a quiet sweetness. Professor Ling said hello.
Liu Yuewang turned around, stood up, and said angrily: "What are you talking about? Go back and cook for your Zhizhi. You just ate an ice cream at my place and you're complaining that you're hungry."
"She won't die if she is fat..." Professor Ling cursed and turned around to open the door of his own house.
An Nuan closed the door, changed her shoes, took off her sweatpants and jacket, and was about to go to the bathroom wearing shorts and a vest. There were only two mother and daughter at home, so when they could wear cool clothes, they didn't need to worry too much.
many.
The girl's legs were straight and slender, and the soft panties were wrapped tightly and solidly. She was bouncing as if An Nuan had brought the volleyball home with her underwear.
Liu Yuewang frowned, folded his hands on his chest and looked at An Nuan, "Didn't I ask you to go home early today?"
"I practiced volleyball for a while, and I forgot about time." The skill that one can naturally master as one grows up is lying. An Nuan's face was not red, her heart was not beating, and her expression was natural. Of course, it was impossible to tell the truth that she was standing on the overpass chatting with Liu Changan.
time.
"Sit down, I have something to tell you." Liu Yuewang knocked on the coffee table.
An Nuan was mentally prepared and sat down calmly. What she cared about was the shy and sweet smile she saw on her mother's face when she just walked in, which reminded her of a woman in love.
Only a woman in love would look at her phone with such an expression. It must be a message from her sweetheart that makes her blush and make her heart beat.
For women, the signs of falling in love are the same, whether she is eighteen or thirty-six.
But he couldn't tell for sure, it was just an expression. Maybe he was overthinking it. An Nuan sat down and saw Liu Yuewang picking up the phone again. He didn't seem to reply to her message. He put the phone on the phone in a dull manner.
On his lap, he glanced at the phone screen before looking at An Nuan seriously again.
"Do you have anything to say to me?" Liu Yuewang looked at his daughter's face, as if he were looking at himself eighteen years ago. The powerful genetic transmission made the two people look very similar, but An Nuan had a girlish aura.
, and Liu Yuewang’s figure has more of a mature woman’s charm.
"No." An Nuan giggled, "Mom, your cheongsam is so beautiful and shows off your figure. You must have made all the men in the school look at you today... No, women are the same."
Liu Yuewang is indeed in good shape, and only confident women dare to wear cheongsam. In this kind of clothing, if there is a little fat on the waist and abdomen, a little looseness in the buttocks and thighs, and a little thick arms, it will be magnified to the most conspicuous effect.
The crotch of the cheongsam is not high, but when you sit down, the skin of the small half of the thigh that is exposed is still dazzlingly white, which reminds people of the whiteness and roundness of a full glass of milk that slightly overflows the rim of the cup.
People salivate and want to kiss and smell it carefully.
"What I want to talk about is about you and Liu Chang'an in your class." Liu Yuewang was a little helpless. After looking at his phone, he finally put it down and stared at An Nuan attentively. "The college entrance examination is about to take place. I don't need to say more. You also
Know how to deal with it."
An Nuan also became serious, and she also held her hands in front of her chest, but the arc she drew was not as plump as Liu Yuewang's.
"Liu Changan and I are just friends. He made the misunderstanding clear that day." Of course, An Nuan would not bury Liu Changan according to what Liu Changan told her.
"But it seems to me that he really likes you. Mom has been through this before. She can still tell the tone and behavior when mentioning the person she likes."
An Nuan shook her head and hugged Liu Yuewang's neck, "Mom, who do you think you are? As an elder, there are some things you are not good at, so stop pretending."
Liu Yuewang glared at An Nuan, rolled her eyes at her again, and pressed his chest angrily. In fact, the cheongsam was a bit tight. If he breathed too quickly, the buttons would be stretched to the edge and deformed.
"I just saw you playing on your phone. Which uncle were you chatting with so happily? You really meet someone you like, but you have to let me check it." An Nuan took the opportunity to ask tentatively.
"What? Just a netizen." Liu Yuewang patted An Nuan on the back, "Go, take a shower."
An Nuan giggled. As an only daughter, she was her mother's caring little cotton-padded jacket. Many things just got over in a fool's errand.
Walking into the bathroom, An Nuan's smile faded away... Netizen? Online dating?