Although Yan Jingyun is middle-aged, she is well maintained, and she can't see the traces of time at all, she took a sip of black tea and said to Song Duhai with a smile: "It seems that our daughter has reached the age of falling in love." ”

"Mom, what are you talking about?" Song Caiwei pouted, looking shy.

"You're my daughter, you can't fool me. You like him, don't you? ”

"I don't have it."

"You don't like him, so why are you painting him?"

"I ......"

Song Duhai sighed and said, "It's really a big girl." Although I don't approve of you falling in love during college, if the other party is really an excellent man like Murong Feng, Dad supports you. ”

"I won't tell you."

Song Caiwei picked up the painting, ran to her room quickly, then closed the door, opened the drawing paper again, and muttered, "Are you really the high-flying Murong Feng?" I want to get close to you, and you will find that I am much better than Chang Xiaoxiao, and I will be more suitable for you. You're going to love me, aren't you? ”

After breakfast the next day, Murong Feng pointed to a bag in the corner of the wall and said to Chang Xiaoxiao: "Since you want to help me brush my shoes so much, then I will reluctantly give you a chance, remember, don't brush it badly, otherwise, your debt will increase again." ”

Chang Xiaoxiao carried the bag and made a grimace at his distant back. What a tsundere lord, it's still hard to be embarrassed, I'm sorry!

The university only has classes in the morning, and after having lunch at school, Chang Xiaoxiao rushed to the driving school with a bag of leather shoes. After Murong Feng's shining debut yesterday, it's okay now, Chang Xiaoxiao has become a man of the hour, and people passing by all nodded to her and greeted her politely, which made Chang Xiaoxiao sigh that the power of power and money is too great.

Song Caiwei and the others are still freshmen, and they have more classes, so they often smile and only practice first and then wait for them to come.

Because she was often scolded by the principal and instructor, Chang Xiaoxiao's ability to resist pressure improved rapidly, she turned pressure into motivation and made rapid progress, the instructor was very pleased, and the number of times she scolded her became less and less.

At halftime, Song Caiwei and the others hadn't come yet, and the boy who had been kicked by Chang Xiaoxiao came, and when he saw her, he looked flattering.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, hello."

Chang Xiaoxiao glared at him: "Little brother, I heard you right, did you call the wrong person?" ”

She turned and walked away, and he followed with a smile.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, you're still angry about that. We don't know each other, and you almost cut off my children and grandchildren, so let's turn the conflict into a jade silk! ”

"What if I don't want to?" Chang Xiaoxiao continued to walk forward, passing the parking lot.

"Sister Xiaoxiao, don't be like this, I don't know Taishan with eyes, and I don't know that you have a close relationship with the Murong family. As a sign of my apologies, how about you practice driving my car? You can hit whatever you want. He said, pointing to a sassy Ferrari in the parking lot.

This driving school allows students to take them away to practice, so the rich second generation fights to show off their wealth and drive their own luxury cars in the training field.

There are countless luxury cars in the parking lot, like a luxury car auction, but they all have one thing in common, the body is potholed and there are signs of denting.

"This is yours? Can it be opened? The car in front of Chang Xiaoxiao can be described as miserable, especially the front of the car, the lights are gone.

"Yes, yes, yes, I don't want it to open yet."

"Huh?" I often don't know if I am puzzled.