Liu Changan

When An Nuan returned home, it was later than usual.

"Nuannuan, your mother won the three awards for the best temperament, best figure, and best talent in the school's traditional style today. It's really amazing."

Downstairs, I met Professor Ling who was across the building from the building. Professor Ling was not yet forty this year, and he was in good shape. Of course, this was only compared to the vast majority of his peers, not including Liu Yuewang.

Liu Yuewang is younger than Professor Ling, she is An Nuan's mother.

"That's because this competition is not your field of expertise, Auntie. It's about tradition. If it's a dance talent competition, the word "tradition" is not restricted. Auntie, your belly dance can conquer all the judges." An Nuan said with a smile. Not too exaggerated, both she and her mother had learned belly dancing from Professor Ling.

It’s just fun to dance at home. The neighbors in the city, apart from those old streets and alleys, belong to this kind of neighborhood relationship in the school’s family fundraising community that can best maintain traditional contacts. They have all worked in the same unit for more than ten years. Even decades-old colleagues have a completely different neighborhood relationship from those newly built commodity communities.

Professor Ling was very helpful, and patted An Nuan on the shoulder, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, you should 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 soft, and they went upstairs together holding Professor Ling's arm.

"Girl's legs are really long." Professor Ling looked at An Nuan enviously, "I wish I had such a daughter, Zhizhi's legs don't feel half as long as yours."

"It's not so exaggerated, Zhizhi is going to listen, I have to amputate my limbs." An Nuan laughed out loud.

Chu Lingzhi is Professor Ling's daughter, and they live in the opposite door. The two girls are similar in age. Although they are not in the same school, they have a good relationship.

"Children's words are free, children's words are free." Professor Ling said hastily.

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 36-year-old woman has a gentle and girly temperament and skin, which makes people envious. The soft corners of the mouth are always easy to remind people of the poem "the head of the willow on the moon, after the dusk".

"Still pretty?" Liu Yuewang was looking at her mobile phone, with a shy and sweet smile on her face, Professor Ling greeted her.

Liu Yuewang turned her head, stood up, and said angrily: "What are you talking about, go back and cook for Zhizhi, you just ate an ice cream at my place, and you're hungry."

"She can't die if she's fat," Professor Ling cursed, and turned to open the door of her own house.

An Nuan closed the door, changed her shoes by the way, took off her sweatpants and jacket, and was about to go to the bathroom in shorts and a vest. There were only mother and daughter at home, so there was no need to worry too much when wearing cool clothes. many.

The girl's legs were straight and slender, wrapped tightly in the soft panties, bouncing around as if An Nuan had hidden the volleyball in the panties and brought it home.

Liu Yuewang frowned, folded her hands on her 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 the time." The skill that can be mastered naturally when growing up is lying. An Nuan's face is not red and heartbeat, and his expression is natural. Of course, it is impossible to tell the truth that he was standing on the bridge 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 without panic. What she cared about was that when she just entered the door, she saw the shy and sweet smile on her mother's face, which reminded people 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 made her blush and heartbeat.

For a woman, the symptoms are similar when she is in a relationship, no matter she is still 36 years old.

But I can't say for sure, it's just an expression, maybe I'm thinking too much, An Nuan sat down, saw Liu Yuewang picked up the phone again, didn't seem to reply to her message, and put the phone on the On his lap, he glanced at the phone screen before looking at An Nuan seriously again.

"Do you have anything to tell me?" Liu Yuewang looked at her daughter's face, as if she was looking at herself 18 years ago. The powerful gene transmission made the two people's faces very similar, but An Nuan had a girlish air. And Liu Yuewang's figure has more charm of a mature woman.

"No." An Nuan grinned, "Mom, this cheongsam of yours is so pretty and shows off your figure. You must have caught the eyes of all the men in the school today, and the women are the same."

Liu Yuewang is indeed in good shape, and only confident women dare to wear cheongsam. This kind of clothing usually has a little fat on the waist and abdomen, a little loose hips and thighs, and a little thick arms, which will be magnified to the most conspicuous feeling.

The bifurcation of the cheongsam is not high, but when you sit down, the skin on the small half of your thighs is still white and dazzling, which reminds you of the whiteness and roundness of a glass full of milk that slightly overflows the rim. People are salivating, and almost want to sniff it carefully.

"What I'm going to talk about is about you and Liu Chang'an in your class." Liu Yuewang felt helpless, glanced at the phone and finally put it down, staring at An Nuan intently, "The college entrance examination is coming soon, I don't need to say more, you can know how to deal with it."

An Nuan also became serious, and also clasped her hands in front of her chest, but the arc she drew was not as full as Liu Yuewang.

"Liu Chang'an and I are just friends, and he explained the misunderstanding that day." Of course, An Nuan would not bury Liu Chang'an according to what Liu Chang'an told her.

"But it seems to me that he really likes you. Mom is someone who has been here. Mom can tell the tone and behavior when mentioning the person she likes."

An Nuan shook her head, put her arms around Liu Yuewang's neck, "Mom, what kind of experience are you? As an elder, there are some things you are not good at, so don't pretend."

Liu Yuewang stared at An Nuan, gave her another look, and pressed her chest angrily. In fact, the cheongsam was a little tight. If her breathing was too rapid, the buttons would be stretched to the edge and deformed.

"I saw you playing with your mobile phone just now. Which uncle did you chat with so happily? I really like someone, but let me check it out." An Nuan took the opportunity to ask tentatively.

"What? Just a netizen." Liu Yuewang patted An Nuan on the back, "Go, go take a shower."

An Nuan giggled, as an only child, she was her mother's caring little padded jacket, and many things were passed by just fooling around.

Walking into the bathroom, An Nuan's smile subsided. Netizen?Online dating?