Chapter 1: Miss

A large room, all the furniture is white European style, except for a blue bed, showing the owner's unique aesthetics, probably because of her demands, there is not a trace of dust in the room. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

And the owner of the falling snow's room, at this time, is drinking her own freshly ground coffee, there is no so-called heavy makeup, there is no so-called deliberate artificiality, the owner has a plain face: long eyelashes, big eyes, as if like the petite melon seed face of an SD doll, plus her sister's head, who would not say that this owner is Angel in a fairy tale. But Angel, the falling snow, is not so naïve, her eyes are bright, her face is so cold that there is no smile, she is watching "Fashion Economy", and her sophisticated appearance seems incompatible with her cute appearance.

The clock pointed to 11 o'clock, but she didn't mean to sleep. Turn on the computer,Log on QQ,The number of friends on QQ is pitiful,The only 2 people who are online are also hanging mobile phones。 She didn't care who was online, she casually flipped through the news, as if those friends had nothing to do with her.

"Miss Falling Snow. "Here comes the housekeeper of this villa, he is probably a little old, he has been following this master for many years, but he has never seen the master laugh or talk to him or anything like that.

She frowned, she had just finished a day's lecture with the devil teacher, and she couldn't even be free in the evening.

"What's the matter?" she was still cold, rejecting the appearance of being thousands of miles away.

"The master wants to tell you that the devil's lecture will be over in 20 days, and then he will let you transfer to the Blue Wind Middle School. Tomorrow's lecture will be from 11 a.m. to 8 p.m. The butler explained his purpose.

"Alright. Got it, you can step down. Luoxue didn't want to say anything, because she was looking at a report that his father wanted to cooperate with Mushi, so it was possible that she would marry the son of that group. Although it was just a report, Luo Xue knew that this report was not completely unfounded, and her father must have had another purpose for letting her transfer to another school, she didn't want to ask more, knowing that she didn't have the right to control her own life, but she was still very angry when she saw her father use her to make a transaction.

"Good. "The butler knew he was at the wrong time. Acquaintance withdrew.

Drinking coffee while snowing and watching the night view outside. Next to it is a wealthy area where everyone wants to squeeze in, and the manufacturer has integrated the night view and greenery in order to attract more people to settle in, and the lights are very beautiful. And the place where Luoxue lives is more advanced than the rich area, and his father himself has built a place the size of a large park. The villa is also in a class of its own. Much higher than other villas. So at night you can watch the night view. But these can't change anything, Lin Luoxue just lives here alone, and her parents hardly come back. I didn't even come back for the Spring Festival.

She was drinking her coffee, and the clock was pointing to 12 o'clock, but she didn't feel sleepy at all. How many nights, when she was lonely, she was alone drinking coffee and watching the night view. She didn't like this life, but she couldn't change it. The more brilliant the lights outside, the more lonely she felt inside, as if she was terminally ill.

Thinking of this, Falling Snow shrugged weakly.

The computer screen was still the news that she hated.

A cup of coffee and take out the thick homework assigned by the teacher who didn't finish today.

It seemed that it was another sleepless night, and the falling snow opened the book and turned into the sea of learning again.

On a sofa sat a beautiful and noble woman, her every move was so extraordinary, as if she was an angel who had fallen into the world.

She is Lin Luoxue, speaking of Lin Luo, thinking of flowers, isn't there a saying in ancient times: "Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers." "It's a pity that it's not her who is talking about the disease, she is accurate to say that her appearance is different, she is a cold-blooded woman.

Luoxue has everything that others don't have, her father is Lin Xiao, the chief of the Lin family among the six richest families in China, there are large companies with chains in the country and even all of Asia that you can't imagine, as well as supreme status and power, but what he can give Luoxue is nothing but money or money, maybe because he grew up in the family and has a very strict family education, Luoxue has almost never seen him smile when he grows so big. Of course, he is also a busy man, since the snow has a memory, he rarely goes home, his good for the snow is probably every month to the snow poor can not spend a lifetime of money as pocket money, and the snow although it is very hard to use, but still not very spent.

In addition, I have to mention Angel, a well-known big star in China, a household name, her posters and news related to her are everywhere. And she is the mother of the falling snow.

To be honest, Luoxue hates her very much, she films every day, she doesn't go home to watch Luoxue, she doesn't answer the phone when she thinks about him, she turns on the TV full of her lace news, and her explanation is always: "I am just friends with so-and-so, I love my family very much now, I have a good daughter, I love her very much, I often go home to see him, don't send these meaningless messages anymore." Luoxue just wanted to vomit when she heard it, she vaguely remembered that when Luoxue was 6 years old for the New Year, she was alone at home and called them:

She cried and said, "Dad, come back, the bell will ring in 1 hour, it's the new year, how nice it is to celebrate New Year's Eve together." ”

Dad said solemnly: "Son, the company also has a good business plan, and we are in a meeting to discuss whether to use it." Don't worry, Dad will give you more money, and tell the housekeeper what you want to buy, all of which will satisfy you, so don't call. ”

"Daddy—"

"Toot ......"

Luoxue called her mother again: "Mom, come back, the bell is about to ring." ”

"How many times has Luoxue told you, baby, mom is very busy, there is a drama that will be completed next month, and there is a movie that will be released during the Spring Festival, do you say that Luoxue can accompany you?!

"Mom-"

"Toot ......"

Maybe from that time on, Luoxue hated her, and of course, Luoxue also hated his father.

That year, she cried alone and watched the fireworks go off in the air. It was so beautiful that it was like a wreath of flowers, slowly spreading out, and the New Year's bell rang. And the heart of the falling snow is already as cold as snowflakes flying in the sky.

There is no one to rely on, Luoxue said to herself, you have to be ruthless, if you are a person with feelings, you will be as sad and heartbroken as you are now. No one will really love themselves, so be kind to others and don't have feelings for anyone.

Since then. The snow falls and it is all one person to celebrate the New Year. The fireworks went off again and again, and the bells rang again and again, but she never cried or felt sad again. Her heart has been ice cubes ever since.

It's a sunny day. Falling snow walks to the mirror: short black hair. Charming big eyes, a face that looks like a Barbie doll, a tall and perfect figure with a miniskirt. It's so cute and beautiful from every angle. That's right, this is the 18-year-old Lin Luoxue, the Lin Luoxue who can refuse all the boys to watch the flowers bloom and fall alone, and the genius girl Lin Luoxue who can never make mistakes in the exam in the eyes of school teachers and classmates.

"Miss, this is your admission information. Butler Nan respectfully handed over the information.

"Good. Luoxue took it slowly, although Luoxue didn't understand why her parents suddenly asked her to transfer to another school, but someone told Luoxue that it seemed to be related to her future fiancé, because her fiancé was a student of this school.

But Luoxue obviously didn't care about this kind of arranged thing.

She opened the profile, which read the school's profile:

Blue Wind Middle School, one of the few eight aristocratic schools in China, is known for its beautiful scenery, there are natural pastures in the school, and the largest Huning Lake in the country is also in it, there are many scenic hills in the back campus, the students in the school are top-notch, and 4 of the children of the six nobles are studying in the school, they are: Mu Yunhai, the prince of music, has a dreamy temperament and a prominent family background, is good at violin, and his piano sound is known as "the sound of nature" , has good results in many foreign competitions; Yi Hongchen, the president of the student union, the temperament and excellent grades of the beautiful man next door make him an otaku killer, he is very gentle with every girl and is very popular with students; Lan Tongzi, a big star, many fan groups, he has won the gold medal that many stars have not been able to get in his life at a young age, his singing voice is magnetic and deeply rooted in the hearts of the people; Wang Xiaomachi, the son of the gang boss Wang Li, is a playboy with a smile that is not worth his life and the face of an angel.

This must have been written by some nymphomaniac, Luoxue sighed, feeling sorry for them, and quickly closed the information.

I don't know who I'm going to be engaged to this time, Falling Snow thought, even if she didn't care about her future - because she knew she couldn't escape her fate, but Falling Snow still wanted to know who it was that deserved Falling Snow to go from the best school to this damn aristocratic school.

I don't know why Luoxue has a feeling that after transferring to this school, she is destined not to live the peaceful life she wants.

Recently, she often has a kind of thought: to go to a place where no one knows her to live an ordinary life, where she is not Lin Luoxue, where it is not a home supported by power and money transactions, but a warm home, where there are people and things she likes, and she is very happy every day.

This kind of thinking is unrealistic Luoxue knows that he has been used to the days when he opens his mouth for food and stretches out his hands for clothes, and he feels his pathetic existence every day when he swipes around with a gold card, and he also feels the pathetic love of his parents.

Lin Luoxue, she said to herself, at the mercy of others - you are so pathetic......

At this time, Luoxue's mobile phone rang suddenly, it was really strange, Lin Xiao was actually free to call.

"Dad. "Falling Snow's attitude is cold.

"Xiaoxue, I think you should know what I'm going to say, and I hope you can still keep up your usual results when you get there. Dad's familiar high-pitched voice came from the other end of the line.

"No problem. It's just that I want to ask if it was because of my fiancé?"

"You shouldn't be able to resist, right?!" Lin Xiao's voice was a little worried.

"Hehe, no. Luoxue smiled, as if mocking something, "I'll do whatever you want, this is fate, isn't it? ”

"Alright!" Dad hung up.

Lin Xiao hung up the phone, sighed deeply, took a hard puff of his cigarette, and looked out the window.

Everything has a price, he knows that sacrificing his family and being an unqualified father is just to fulfill his huge career and a stable position in the shopping mall, but he doesn't like his daughter now, he knows that his negligence to her since childhood is a mistake, but he didn't expect his daughter to exist like a cold-blooded animal, maybe he wants his daughter to be really happy! Even if she will oppose marriage, he doesn't care, as long as she is happy, this is the only thing he wants to do to his daughter after years of neglecting her. But it is obvious that the daughter did not even give him such a chance.

He sat down at his desk, closed his eyes, and sighed deeply, if only someone could change her, he thought. (To be continued.) )