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Chapter Eleven: The Girl's Mind

In the early morning, a faint light began to illuminate the world.

At first, the sun shyly emitted only a faint yellow, so light that it was difficult to detect. The faint color was blocked by the glass window, and it felt soft, warm and comfortable.

Soon, the sun was a little unrestrained, and it tentatively deepened the color bit by bit, yellow, dark yellow, and finally turned boldly into golden.

The girl stretched out lazily from the bed, her graceful curves flashed in the sun, and the sun easily made close contact with her. It spread the golden yellow all over her body, from head to toe.

Su Xiaolu shook his dizzy head and ran to wash, obviously not adapting to the sudden fast pace.

Alas~, who made her a miserable senior high school party...

On the land of China, no matter you are poor or rich, you have to pass the college entrance examination!

Su Xiaoxiang was also very distressed. She once asked her father who had opened several coal mines. Her family had so many mines, and she still suffered... What's the point?

The uneducated father was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "Xiao Zui, you know, Dad is the only daughter. This huge company will be left to you in the future. If you don't learn management things, you will still help you count money if you are sold!

Now the times are different. Unlike us at that time, we can succeed if we are brave enough to dare to make a breakthrough. At this time, you can’t be a rich second generation without any education!”

"What? All the rich second generations are going to have diplomas these days..." At that time, Su Xiaolu was very annoyed after hearing this, but her father's unquestionable look made her have no choice.

After changing out of his pajamas, Su Xiaohua walked out of the bedroom, walked down the spiral mahogany staircase, and came to the living room. The glazed crystal chandeliers on the top of the living room were shining, and the European retro decoration made the entire living room full of the elegance of the Western aristocrats in the old era.

It is hard to imagine that the male owner of this family is a nouveau riche who started out with a coal mine.

Su Xiaoxiang's father should have gone to the mine early at this time. It seems that there is a big project recently. Su Xiaoxiang can't figure it out. He is so rich, and the money is almost enough for him to spend his whole life, so why are he doing so hard?

The maid at home handed over breakfast, and today I had strawberry pudding, London seagull egg roll, kaka donuts and a cup of authentic cappuccino.

This was made by Su Xiaoxiang's father specially invited from Portugal, saying that he tried his best to satisfy his mother's appetite. But at this moment, the rich breakfast was chewing wax in Su Xiaoxiang's mouth. In the early morning, her taste buds had not yet "awakened".

Her unreliable mother went back to Portugal to accompany her parents. It would probably take several months to come back, Su Xiaoxuan thought while eating.

That woman was in Portugal for at least eight or nine months in a year. It seemed that this family of three was a hotel, and she occasionally came here for "vacation" when she was free.

The key is that my father seems to be very polite to his mother. He is not as polite as a couple. He doesn’t seem to care about his wife for half a year and he doesn’t see her wife for half a year, so he seems to care about it at all. He should do whatever he should do.

Su Xiaoxiang thought to himself that his mother must have been betrayed by his father's money offensive, or "licked". In addition, no matter how Su Xiaoxiang looked, he felt that his well-educated mother had no reason to fall in love with his nouveau riche father.

The two of them are not people from the same world at all, but they are so wonderfully combined together. Perhaps the world of adults is too complicated, far from being able to understand a girl who has not graduated from high school.

The more you think about it, the more you can’t figure it out. It’s like a ball of yarn. If you mess it up, the more you will be, the more you will be, the more you will be, and the twists and turns inside will be unclear.

After having breakfast casually, Su Xiaoxiang obviously felt that she was not full, but she was really not in the mood to eat, so she hurriedly urged the driver to drive.

At this time, the maid ran out of the door and shouted something at the car that had already started.

Su Xiaoxiang knew that it was milk. When her mother was at home, she had to drink a glass of breakfast, saying that it was good for her health, but that woman didn't know that Su Xiaoxiang didn't like milk at all.

...

At the school gate, Nan Feng was covered in oily mouth and gnawing on the soup dumplings he had just bought from the stall, hesitating how to discuss the debate with Su Xiaoxuan.

The familiar Mercedes-Benz S500 happened to pass by him and appeared at the school gate. Su Xiaolu slowly walked out of it.

She wore a British custom school uniform, a pure white shirt, and a circle of golden tassels on her silver-gray jacket. She was cut in a purely handmade style, and you could tell she was very valuable at a glance.

The buttons of the jacket are black, and the second one also has a reduced-edge gold school badge, paired with pink and black plaid princess dresses and black pantyhose over the knees, and a pair of source high-heeled leather shoes.

At this time, Su Xiaolu looked like the proud "little girl".

Nan Feng looked at the "Pinxixi" product that had a total of less than 200 yuan on his body, and suddenly felt that the distance between him and her was much further away.

Fortunately, Su Xiaoxiang greeted him next, and Nan Feng felt that the distance between the two was not as far as he imagined.

"Nan Feng, good morning!" Su Xiaoxuan, who was about to enter the school gate, accidentally glanced at Nan Feng who was stunned not far away.

"It's early!"

Nan Feng hurriedly put away the unfinished buns in his hand, wiped the oil stains on his body, and greeted them with a smile.

"Are you ready for that debate topic?" Su Xiaolu suddenly asked after Nan Feng approached.

"Defense topic? Debate topic..." Nan Feng was a little stunned.

Did she post this kind of thing yesterday? Nan Feng thought about it and couldn't figure out when she sent her this kind of thing.

"You see the message I sent you by yourself!" Su Xiaolu said impatiently. She was inexplicably irritable today.

It seems that all girls are like this, and there will always be a few days of being particularly irritable, just those who are inexplicably unsure of why, just very irritable.

Nan Feng took out his cell phone consciously, and indeed saw a message below his "Okay, OK!"

"Nan Feng, this time the debate topic is 'love but not to be able to do' or 'separate after love', which is more regrettable, then... I... I haven't talked about it... See if you can think more."

Seeing this, Nan Feng remembered that when he was thinking about life yesterday, he accidentally fell asleep...

"Haha, accident, this is an accident. Don't care about such details." Nan Feng said trash words, but his heart was thumping.

"So what do you think? This time the topic is strange and I really have no choice." Su Xiaolu said with a little discouraged look.

Nan Feng and Su Xiaoxuan have been in contact for so long. This is the first time he has seen the other party show helplessness. It turns out that the omnipotent "little goddess" has no choice but to do anything about it.

Nan Feng secretly thought that he must hold this debate well. That's right, just like King You of Zhou, he smiled at the beauty and played the princes with a beacon!

Nan Feng will sweep the debate venue tomorrow, so that Su Xiaoxuan will look at him with admiration! Nan Feng thought stubbornly.

But soon he realized that the truth was a profound question - he had never talked about it...

"It's okay..." Nan Feng replied desperately.

He spent the whole day afterwards thinking whether it was more regretful to "love but not to be able to do it", or "separate after falling in love"?

What a pity! Both of them are regretful!

This is like the epic question that stumped countless men and men:

Your wife asked you, she and your mother fell into the water, who should you save?

Nan Feng thought, why don’t I jump down too, and everyone will be together and they will be burned, so there is no need to worry.
Chapter completed!
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