Chapter 449 For Your Good Strong Mom (20)

   In the end, Xu Qingan fell asleep with hope and a hint of uncertainty.

   And Yin Yin did not disappoint Xu Qingan. The next day she was the mother who was "for your own good", but could stand in your perspective and think about you.

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  Yuyang High School, an ordinary public high school in H City.

   Speaking of Yuyang High School, we have to talk about a boy who has become famous in the school in the past two years.

   Xu Qingnuo from the second year science class in high school.

   That was a scumbag, a school bully and a school scumbag, that was a young man with a handsome face, but with a bad smile, with a hint of evil.

   In Yuyang High School, he has countless admirers, and every day he receives a stack of love letters on his desk.

   It's just that he looks like a pair of peach blossom eyes. He should be a rambunctious boy, but he has never had a girlfriend, and he has never flirted with any girl.

   He's bad, he's evil, and he has a careless aloofness, as if he's arrogant and doesn't care about anything.

   However, only Xu Qingnuo knew that he had a girl he liked.

   That is a very beautiful girl, so beautiful that he wants to hold it on the tip of his heart, and wants to pick off the bright stars in the sky and give them to her.

At this time, it was the time of early reading, the sun rose not long ago, it was not strong and very warm, and it poured in through the thin cloud layer, the wind blew softly, and brushed on people's faces, bringing a slight itch. meaning.

  Senior Class 2, Yuyang High School, Science Class, in the last row, the boy was sitting with his right hand on his face, staring sideways at the girl beside him.

  The boy was wearing a blue and white school uniform, which was obviously the same, and even a bit ugly, but he looked especially tall against his background.

  The boy is tall and has long legs, about 1.85 meters. He is tall and long, with wide shoulders and narrow waist, and the cramped desk leaves him with nowhere to put his long legs, so he can only bow in grievance, looking very pitiful.

   His face is clear and handsome, and he still has the appearance of a good student. He has a pair of peach blossom eyes. When he lifts his eyes, it is full of brilliance, and his eyes are dark, like an abyss that can capture the soul.

   At this moment, these pair of peach blossom eyes with a hint of evil were staring at the little girl's table beside him, which was full of tenderness and pampering.

   The little girl at the table next to the boy is a little girl with a bob.

   She is a little petite, about 1.62 meters tall.

   Probably afraid that her hair would block her eyes, she pushed one side of her hair behind her ears.

   The little girl's ears are small, with a hint of pink white, Xu Qingnuo looked at her fingertips and felt the urge to reach out and touch it.

Because her hair is pulled behind her ears, half of her face is exposed, slightly round, with white and tender baby fat, her skin is very good, very white, and she does not have any acne at this young age, as if you can see the tiny on it. fluff.

   Xu Qingnuo's Adam's apple rolled up and down slightly, his eyes gradually deepened, he wanted to bite, what should he do.

   The little girl was holding an English textbook, her red cherry-like mouth opened and closed, and fluent English came out of her mouth.

   At this moment, the little girl paused, turned her head and glanced at Xu Qingnuo, leaned over and said in a low voice, "Can you stop looking at me all the time?"

   The little girl's voice was soft and soft, and Xu Qingnuo remembered one thing she ate when she was a child: cotton candy. Well, his little girl was as soft and sweet as a marshmallow.

   And her name is also like her appearance, her character is the same, delicate and soft.

   I have written more than 60 chapters of this story, and I haven’t finished it yet. This story should be the longest of all stories. I don’t know what to write about the next story. I really want to write about depression, but I find it difficult. Although it’s a novel, I still want to write something closer to life. Look again, the story of depression will definitely be written.

  

  

   (end of this chapter)