In order to prevent her daughter from being petty, Jiang Xiaoyue really did the thing of skipping school, not to mention how tight she watched these days, and insisted on sending her to school on snowy days.

On the road, it was inevitable to meet Song Chun'an, who also picked up and dropped off children by bicycle, Jiang Xiaoyue's vague cautious thoughts were active again, and she couldn't tell what specific purpose she had, and she approached him intentionally or unintentionally.

In recent days, everyone has changed their views on Song Chun'an to a greater or lesser extent.

Song Chunan is no longer the idle, lazy, gluttonous, and muddy wretch who can't support the wall;

He has the ability to look at the weather to help dig wells, and he also cooperated with others to drum out the water detector, which was commended by the government;

He also went to the south to rescue and disaster relief, and he also cured swine fever, and he was about to go to work at the township technical station to eat public food!

Jiang Xiaoyue peeked at Song Chun'an's white face again, and became more and more disgusted with his black, ugly and stupid man.

Why didn't I find Song Chun'an so attractive before? It doesn't look like a little white face at all. The little white face has no ability to go to the disaster area to save people and make meritorious contributions.

It's just a big turnaround of salted fish, a late bloomer!

Li Shengnan is not worthy of him at all.

She specially washed her hair yesterday, smeared her hair with oil on her braids, and slapped her neck with fragrant pancreas three times, washed it white and clean, and put on alabaster cream.

Her neck was the most beautiful, thin and white like an elegant swan, unlike Li Shengnan's dead fat man, whose double chin was almost hidden.

Jiang Xiaoyue glanced at it again and again, her cheeks were slightly hot, she reached out and picked up a lock of broken hair hanging from her ear, and gently pinned it behind her ear, revealing a trace of charm in her posture intentionally or unintentionally.

The cool snow flakes fell on the tips of her hot ears, and soon melted, so cold that she shivered slightly, and wanted to put the headscarf on her neck again, and after thinking about it, forget it.

Before going out in the morning, she deliberately put on lipstick, thinking that in a snow-white field, only she had a bright red, that contrast, absolutely amazing!

Just like the red plum praise sings in the head, the red plum blossoms on the red rock, the thousands of miles of frost are stepped on, what is the fear of the severe cold of Sanjiu, and a Dan heart opens to the sun!

Jiang Xiaoyue glanced at Song Chun'an, who was chatting and laughing with others, and subconsciously pulled down the headscarf piled up on his neck, exposing the entire neck.

The red cotton jacket on her body is still newly made when she got married, and she usually wears it inside, and she always wears a coat to block the dust, and the cotton jacket still looks very new, and the satin fabric is faintly shining.

"The red plum blossoms on the red rock, and the ...... under the feet of thousands of miles of frost"

The people next to him were talking, laughing and walking, and when Leng Buding heard her coming in such a voice, they all subconsciously stopped talking and turned their heads to look at her.

It's really beautiful and sassy, what man can not love? Song Chunan is no exception!

The more Jiang Xiaoyue thought about it, the more beautiful she became, and she didn't take the initiative to interject in the braggart of those men, but sang loudly in a good mood:

Don't think she's small, so she really doesn't understand anything.

Even if she didn't think much about it, other students who were idle would come to her to chew their tongues, not saying that her mother was a vixen, and wanted to seduce Song Ci's father, asking her if she wanted to go with her mother or with her father.

Jiang Xiaoyue didn't see it at this time, she held herself reservedly, and smiled at the girl she was holding in her hand unconsciously, making a virtuous appearance of a gentle mother accompanying her daughter.

Song Fengxian looked at her mother's pretentious appearance and felt upset.

also indirectly hates Song Ci even more, as well as her father who attracts bees and butterflies!

"Mom, don't howl, pour a belly northwest wind, and you're going to have a day of serial Luo Quan fart. ”

Song Fengxian was so angry that she wanted to fight with others.

It's a pity that Jiang Xiaoyue has been tightly restrained by Xiaojiang and does not allow her to beat and scold people like a wild child, causing her to fight back incompetently and almost blow herself up.

The smile on Jiang Xiaoyue's face almost couldn't hold it.

What is this dead child talking about? Do you say that you are a real mother? Her face is disgraced!

Song Fengxian's face was cold, and her voice was colder than the northwest wind rolling snow flakes.

With her one day, her mother didn't want to leave her and steal from her father.

But in front of these outsiders, Jiang Xiaoyue could only grit her teeth and swallow it in her stomach, squeezing out a sentence from between her teeth with difficulty:

"Hehehe, Fengxian, you are joking with your mother again. But girls' families, don't always talk about, pee and fart, it's not good, it looks uneducated. ”

Song Fengxian sighed indifferently and reminded:

"You said it too. ”

Jiang Xiaoyue's smile completely collapsed, and she couldn't help but slap her on the back of the head.