Chapter 23
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When An Nuan got home, it was a little later than usual.
"Nuan Nuan, your mom won the best temperament, best figure, and best talent awards in the traditional fashion competition organized by the school today. She's amazing."
She met Professor Ling downstairs. Professor Ling was less than 40 years old and had a well-maintained body … Of course, this was only relative to most people of the same age, not Liu Yuewang.
Liu Yuewang was younger than Professor Ling, and she was An Nuan's mother.
"That's because this competition isn't your area of expertise, Auntie. It's all about tradition … If it was a dance talent competition and there was no restriction on tradition, Auntie, your belly dance would have won over all the judges," An Nuan said with a smile. It wasn't an exaggeration. She and her mother had both learned belly dance from Professor Ling.
It was just for fun at home. Among the neighbors in the city, apart from those old streets and alleys, the neighborhood relationship in this kind of community funded by the school's family was the most traditional. They were all old colleagues who had worked in the same unit for more than ten years or even decades. The neighborhood relationship here was completely different from the neighborhood relationship in the new commodity community.
Professor Ling was very pleased. He patted An Nuan's shoulder. "The college entrance exam is coming. You should pay attention to relax. When you relax, dance, listen to music, and come to my house to play."
"Okay!" An Nuan's voice was very soft. She held Professor Ling's arm and went upstairs.
"Girl, your legs are so long." Professor Ling looked at An Nuan enviously. "It would be great if I had a daughter like you. Zhizhi's legs aren't even half as long as yours."
"You're exaggerating. If Zhizhi heard it, she would beat me up and amputate my limbs." An Nuan burst into laughter.
Chu Lingzhi was Professor Ling's daughter. They lived across the street. The two girls were close in age. Although they weren't in the same school, they had a good relationship.
"Child's words carry no harm. Child's words carry no harm." Professor Ling quickly said.
An Nuan opened the door. Professor Ling saw Liu Yuewang sitting on the sofa. She was still wearing the cheongsam she wore in the morning competition. The thirty-six-year-old woman had a gentle temperament and skin that made people envious. Her light eyebrows and soft lips always reminded people of the poem, "The moon rises above the willow tree, and people meet after dusk."
"Still trying to show off?" Liu Yuewang was looking at her phone. The smile on her face was shy and sweet. Professor Ling greeted her.
Liu Yuewang turned around and stood up. "What are you talking about? Hurry up and go cook for your Zhizhi. She just ate an ice cream at my place and is complaining about how hungry she is."
"She won't die of fat …" Professor Ling cursed and turned to open his door.
An Nuan closed the door, changed her shoes, took off her sweatpants and jacket, and prepared to walk to the bathroom in shorts and a small vest. There were only the mother and daughter at home, so there was no need to worry too much when she could wear something cool.
The young girl's legs were straight and slender, tightly wrapped in her soft underwear. She bounced as if An Nuan had hidden a volleyball in her underwear and brought it home.
Liu Yuewang frowned, folded her arms and looked at An Nuan. "Didn't I tell you to go home early today?"
"I practiced volleyball for a while and lost track of time." Lying was a natural skill that matured. An Nuan didn't blush, and her expression was natural. Of course, she wouldn't tell the truth. She wasted time chatting with Liu Changan on the bridge.
"Sit down. I have something to say to you." Liu Yuewang knocked on the coffee table.
An Nuan was mentally prepared. She sat down calmly. What she cared about was the shy and sweet smile on her mother's face when she entered the door. It reminded her of a woman in love.
Only a woman in love would show such an expression when looking at her phone. It must be a message from her sweetheart that made her blush and her heart beat faster.
All women showed similar signs when they were in love, regardless of whether they were 18 or 36 years old.
But it was hard to say. It was just an expression. Maybe she was overthinking. An Nuan sat down and saw Liu Yuewang pick up her phone again. It seemed that she didn't reply to her message. She put her phone on her lap and glanced at the phone screen before looking at An Nuan seriously again.
"Is there anything you want to say to me?" Liu Yuewang looked at her daughter's face. It was as if she was looking at herself 18 years ago. The strong genetic inheritance made their appearance very similar. However, An Nuan had the aura of a young girl, while Liu Yuewang's figure was more like a mature woman's.
"No." An Nuan giggled. "Mom, your cheongsam is so beautiful. It shows off your figure. Today, all the men in the school will stare at you … No, so will the women."
Liu Yuewang did have a good figure. Only confident women dared to wear cheongsam. This kind of clothing would be most conspicuous if there was a little fat around the waist and abdomen, a little loose buttocks and thighs, and a little thick arms.
The split of the cheongsam was not high, but when she sat down, the exposed skin of her thighs was still dazzlingly white, reminding people of a full glass of milk. The milkiness and roundness that slightly overflowed the rim of the glass made people salivate, and they almost wanted to touch their faces and smell it carefully.
"I want to talk about you and Liu Changan in your class." Liu Yuewang was a little helpless. She glanced at her phone and finally put it down. She focused on An Nuan. "The college entrance examination is coming. I don't need to say more. You know how to deal with it."
An Nuan also became serious. She also crossed her arms in front of her chest, but the curve of her arms was not as full as Liu Yuewang's.
"I and Liu Changan are just friends. He explained the misunderstanding that day." An Nuan would certainly not ridicule Liu Changan like what Liu Changan had told her.
"But I think he really likes you. I'm an experienced person. When you talk about the person you like, I can still tell what tone you use and how you behave."
An Nuan shook her head and put her arms around Liu Yuewang's neck. "Mom, you're not an experienced person. As an elder, there are some things you're not good at. Don't pretend. "
Liu Yuewang glared at An Nuan and then rolled her eyes at her. She pressed her chest angrily. In fact, the cheongsam was a little tight. If she breathed too fast, the buttons would be pulled out of shape.
"I saw you playing with your phone just now. Which uncle were you chatting with so happily? If you really meet someone you like, you have to let me check. "An Nuan took the opportunity to ask tentatively.
"What? Just an online friend. "Liu Yuewang patted An Nuan's back." Go, take a bath. "
An Nuan giggled. As the only daughter, she was her mother's caring daughter. There were many things that she could easily fool around with her mother.
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