Please Put on Your Vest, Madam

The next day, Lu Qingyi received a call from Yao Meishu.

She sat in the classroom casually playing with her mobile phone, hooked her lips slightly, and looked at the lit screen of her mobile phone with a mockery at the corners of her mouth.

Surprisingly, Yao Meishu actually called her.

Although there is no note, she also knows the number.

In the past, she carefully remembered it, expecting this number to call again and again.

However, not once.

Don't want to answer the phone?

The phone rang again and again, Lu Qingyi answered the phone on the fifth time, and the female voice on the other end of the phone was cold.

A question was abruptly turned into a declarative sentence by Yao Meishu.

As long as you know.

Lu Qingyi tapped casually on the table with her index finger, and the corner of her mouth evoked a sarcastic smile.

Now that you know, why call her?

You were taken care of?

Yao Meishu didn't beat around the bush at all, she went straight to the subject.

She has always been cold and indifferent to Lu Qingyi, but at this time, her tone became a little sullen.

Lu Qingyi chuckled, What did Lu Jiayue say?

Huh, it's funny.

Don't do anything that's sorry for me.

Yao Meishu paused and said.

Ms. Yao, it seems that there is no relationship between me and you except for that tiny blood relationship.

Lu Qingyi chuckled, her tone slightly mocking.

I am your mother.

Yao Meishu on the other end of the phone was a little annoyed, and her voice rose a little.

Biologically yes.

Apart from the biological relationship, do they still have the so-called mother-daughter relationship?

The answer is no.

I'm at the door of the middle school.

On the other end of the phone came the sound of opening the door, followed by the sound of closing the door.

The clamor of traffic gradually came, and Yao Meishu probably got out of the car.

Come out.

When Lu Qingyi arrived at the school gate, Yao Meishu walked around the school gate anxiously with her bag twisted.

It was the first time she saw Yao Meishu's anxious side.

Lu Qingyi sneered, somewhat mockingly.

Lu Qingyi, am I not going to give you living expenses?

Yao Meishu was a little annoyed when she saw Lu Qingyi, it was the first time she spoke to Lu Qingyi so sternly.

Lu Qingyi stood still, she whispered a few words, Eighteen years.

Yes, in those 18 years, Yao Meishu never managed her, do you want to control her now?

In the eighteen years before her, she had never used Yao Meishu for a penny. Now, what qualifications does Yao Meishu have to raise her living expenses with her?

Lu Qingyi, stop it.

Yao Meishu was stunned for a while, her voice was a little soft, and seemed to be mixed with a trace of concern.

Never before.

She looked at Lu Qingyi quietly like this, the indifference in her eyes seemed to have dissipated.

Lu Qingyi raised her eyes, her brows contained an indifferent smile, Broken what?

She was a little taller than Yao Meishu, and her eyes met when she raised her eyes.

Do you want me to make it clear?

Yao Meishu frowned.

Do you believe everything Lu Jiayue says? Lu Qingyi sneered, and a mocking smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

I said I didn't, do you believe it?

It took a long time for Lu Qingyi to speak. She seemed to be explaining and mocking Yao Meishu.

In front of Lu Jiayue, Yao Meishu's trust has always been on Lu Jiayue. Even if Lu Jiayue is wrong, Yao Meiling seems to stand beside Lu Jiayue without hesitation.

And she, to Yao Meishu, is nothing.

She doesn't like her, even if she doesn't do anything, in Yao Meishu's eyes,

She is all wrong.

How did you get your stuff?

A nineteen-year-old girl, Yao Meishu does not believe that she has such abilities.

Her mother Yao Huijuan can't deceive her. Since Yao Huijuan said that Lu Qingyi didn't go to high school, then she didn't go to high school.

In this world, reading is a shortcut, only reading can lead to a better way out.

She definitely wouldn't believe how young Lu Qingyi would achieve.

You didn't ask about my life before, so why should you ask now?

Lu Qingyi didn't answer and asked, there was no family affection in her eyes, no nostalgia for Yao Meishu, she looked at Yao Meishu like she was looking at a stranger.

Yes, a stranger.

An unrelated stranger.

You can do whatever you want, but you can't be taken care of.

Yao Meishu didn't feel too embarrassed at all, she said tightly while holding the bag.

She doesn't care about Lu Qingyi, and she doesn't want to care about it.

However, she couldn't watch Lu Qingyi mess up.

Lu Qingyi didn't explain, she just stared at Yao Meishu quietly, a sneer appeared in her eyes.

Nursing?

Ah.

Pretty funny.

Isn't it just that you have been to Kyoto many times, and you can get privately-made candies that others may not even think about?

What does this have to do with parenting?

Pretty funny.

It turned out that in Yao Meishu's eyes, she was so unbearable.

That's right, in Yao Meishu's eyes, she was a hillbilly from beginning to end, a daughter who would be humiliated if she was brought out without culture.

However, Yao Meishu seems to have forgotten that she herself grew up in the countryside.

Yao Meishu asked again, Did you hear that?

I said, no. Believe it or not, it's your business.

Lu Qingyi met Yao Meishu's eyes, and she said it very seriously.

She looked at Yao Meishu like this, with thin ice in her eyes, extremely cold.

She took a few steps back slowly, then turned and left without looking back.

Yao Meishu was left alone at the school gate.

Yao Meishu's expression was a little dazed. She clutched her bag tightly and opened her mouth as if to stop Lu Qingyi, but in the end she didn't say anything.

She looked at Lu Qingyi's retreating back, her expression a little tangled and complicated.

Are you all right?

Lu Qingyi walked very fast, and as soon as she turned a corner, she bumped into a wall of flesh, which was a little hard and made her forehead hurt a little.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Xu Boyan's deep eyes.

He stretched out his hand and stroked the top of Lu Qingyi's hair, his voice was magnetic, nice, and a little gentle.

Does it hurt?

His hand turned in one direction, softly touched Lu Qingyi's forehead for a while, and asked softly.

The tone rose slightly, with a little pleasure.

It's okay, it doesn't hurt.

Lu Qingyi was stunned for a moment, the tips of her ears were a little red.

She took a few steps back and distanced herself from Xu Boyan.

The tips of his ears were still red, and his face was slightly hot.

Children, are you shy?

Xu Boyan chuckled, he didn't miss Lu Qingyi's reddish ears.

He looked at Lu Qingyi with a smile on his face, and the tone of voice in his throat was full of joy.

Lu Qingyi: ...

Lu Qingyi bit her lower lip slightly, she looked up at Xu Boyan, her eyes were a little complicated.

The heartbeat seems to be a little faster, faster than before.