() While Mo Xuemei asked, the expression on her face changed from a smile to a cold look, and her eyes became sharp, staring at Lu Yang.
For ordinary teenagers, this little trick is enough to control the conversation, but Lu Yang, who has a mental age of over 30 years old, just looks back with an indifferent expression and a smile.
Mo Xuemei frowned slightly. This boy is not simple. I really don't know how his parents raised him.
At the dinner party before, a group of adults had feasted and had a good meal. Fan Xuelia, who drank a little too much, joked about Jiang Ling, who frequently went out to greet her classmates, saying that she couldn't bear to leave anyone outside, so why not call him in? She also said that if she collected gold jewelry, she would Tempting.
All the adults now knew that there was a boy outside who had given Jiang Ling platinum jewelry, and they all deliberately made fun of Jiang Ling, making her seem very happy after only taking a sip of red wine.
Later, Tang Fangwen left early because of something. Mo Xuemei saw him out, and the other party greeted Lu Yang cordially.
At the door of the hotel, Mo Xuemei couldn't help but tentatively asked about Lu Yang's background, but Tang Fangwen smiled mysteriously and only said that what she asked for might be easier for his parents.
Although she was surprised, Mo Xuemei was worried. If the boy named Lu Yang really wanted to pursue Lingling, she would have to be cautious.
"Aunt Mo, Jiang Ling and I are just friends."
Lu Yang's expression was very calm when he spoke, as if he was stating a simple fact.
"Would you give such expensive jewelry to every friend you've only known for two months?"
Mo Xuemei raised her eyebrows and continued questioning. The calm expression of the boy in front of her looked very upset.
This was not the first time for Lu Yang to come to this apartment in Jiang Ling's house, but it was the first time for Lu Yang to come to the study room in front of him. The decoration was in the typical luxurious style of this era, and the bookcases were full of books with an academic feel.
In his previous life, Lu Yang followed the princess to Jiang Ling's house. He had forgotten why. He only vaguely remembered that he was in a very bad mood at that time. He and Yue Zichuan stayed awkwardly in the living room for a while and then left, never to come back again.
At that time, I and Jiang Ling were in completely different worlds. Even though the princess was accidentally involved, no one would believe that they were going to pursue each other.
It’s really different...
The feeling of fate changing little by little is like the first time in my memory when I ate nai butter cake, soft and sweet.
At that moment, the boy's eyes became deep and bright, like a star that suddenly started to burn. Because the other party was slow to speak, Mo Xuemei, who thought she had said the right thing, was breathless.
"Aunt Mo, believe it or not, Jiang Ling and I are just ordinary friends now."
Lu Yang did not wait for Mo Xuemei to speak and continued: "The thoughtfulness of birthday gifts cannot be measured by price. My family's conditions are better than those of my peers, so I can just give more expensive gifts. I didn't think it was that complicated before."
Mo Xuemei stared at the calm-looking boy in front of her, and couldn't help but warn gently, saying: "Lu Yang, you and Jiang Ling are still young, and many things in the future are uncertain. At present, Auntie hopes that you will pay attention to Study."
I really can't understand the boy in front of me. He doesn't have the frivolity and pretentiousness of his peers, and there is no deliberate sophistication in his eyes. His expression is very plain, as if everything he does is taken for granted.
Because she couldn't see through it, Mo Xuemei was even more worried. How could her daughter be a match for this kid?
Lu Yang walked out from the curious gazes of familiar and unfamiliar classmates in the living room, walked calmly to the corner of the sofa, and sat with Yue Zichuan, looking out the window.
Different from the bright lights in the building where the leaders of the four group factories live, there is a heart-breaking darkness in the direction of the group outside the balcony.
In Lu Yang's memory of the first four years in Xinjiang, the fate of the entire factory seemed to be frozen in darkness, with few changes and slow enough to make people despair.
There are still more than three years before the changes in the international and domestic situation will allow the factory leaders around them who are also at a loss to find the way forward.
Even though I have decided to leave in a year, if I don't do something, I would be very sorry for Xinjiang, a place that I have hated all my life.
Today Lu Yang gave Jiang Ling gold jewelry. From the perspective of classmates, it was just a simple relationship between a boy and a girl, but in the minds of adults like Mo Xuemei, it may not be that simple.
Jiang Zhiming is the director of the red machine factory with the largest number of branches. People themselves are the most critical resource. Therefore, even if the performance has been poor in recent years, his opinions are still highly valued in the decision-making circle of Xinjiang Main Factory.
Thinking about tonight's incident, many people will check their own background. The origins of their father and mother are very simple. A deputy director of the workshop who was suspended from work for further study and a businessman who went to work are nothing in themselves.
Only if it has something to do with Lu Jiang'an, Jiang Jingdong's direct descendant, showing affection to Jiang Zhiming through his son, many adults will suddenly feel that this effect is what Lu Yang wants.
If you want to do something, it is absolutely impossible for no one.
"Good daughter, you eat cake and open presents, while your dad and I go out for a walk."
Mo Xuemei glanced at the brooding boy in the distance, and after giving instructions to Jiang Ling, whose face was always red, she went out to make room for the children.
The people staying at Jiang Ling's house at this time were all her classmates who were close to her. Of course, there were also a few girls who were familiar with each other from other classes. In addition, there were Shao Taiming, Bi Qianqian, Fan Yanbo, Tang Shan and Mo Xuemei who specialized in
Invite and shamelessly follow 'outsiders'.
Jiang Ling's mood did not seem to be disturbed by 'outsiders', and her eyes kept glancing. With the help of Princess Grant, she turned off the lights and lit candles to make a wish, then blew out the candles and divided the cake.
In those days, nai oil cake was relatively luxurious. In Lu Yang's memory, it was not popular yet, so everyone only got one piece to eat.
Then a group of girls sat around on the wooden floor next to the coffee table and helped Jiang Ling open gifts.
Most people's gifts were very ordinary. They only had Li Dongyu's music box, Shao Taiming's leather wallet, Bi Qianqian's brand-name lipstick, and Tang Shan's mascara, which was obviously of a much higher grade, which made several girls from other classes praise them in surprise.
"Ah, what a beautiful wind chime!"
After taking out the silver wind chime, several girls gathered around and looked through it. Bi Qianqian smiled half-heartedly and revealed that Fan Yanbo had given it more than a hundred, and their eyes became hot.
Although Fan Yanbo is not handsome enough, he looks very literary and artistic, and he is still very lethal to the little girls of this age. It is said that he is still studying in Chongxian Middle School, which is even more enviable.
But Ge Lan couldn't help but smile, sneaking around Jiang Ling and giving the princess a claw, causing her to glare back angrily.
"Yeah, these boxes are exactly the same!"
A girl from the outside class suddenly picked up a cardboard box under the coffee table.
"That...that's mine, let's leave it for now."
The princess blushed and walked hurriedly from Jiang Ling's side, grabbed the cardboard box and held it in her arms.
The girl from the outside class saw the princess's nervous expression and joked: "Princess, it's still early for your birthday. Is it possible that someone usually gives you such an extravagant gift as a silver wind chime? It's so enviable!"
Fan Yanbo's face became darker and darker. Due to his father's relationship, he, Shao Taiming and others were also in the box before, but he was a child and not many adults paid attention to him.
Especially after the news that someone gave Jiang Ling platinum jewelry spread, a group of adults teased that someone wanted to pursue Jiang Ling, and Fan Yanbo was treated as nothing, which made him feel bad.
Jiang Ling took the gift paper bag and couldn't help but glance at Lu Yang who was talking to Yue Zichuan in a low voice, causing him to look back and make his cheeks redder.
The adults' teasing at the table just now had a great impact on Jiang Ling's mood, and she couldn't help but think wildly at this time.
Does the person who usually sits behind me really mean that?
As soon as this idea came up, Jiang Ling couldn't help but feel ashamed. Her watery eyes shone brightly, but she didn't dare to look at Lu Yang anymore.
"Hey, open it quickly!"
There was a girl nearby who saw Jiang Ling not moving and became anxious.
"Xiao Ling, let me help you."
Ge Lan took the gift paper bag in Jiang Ling's hand, took out a beautiful black wooden box from it, and held it in her hand. Of course, she would not open it herself.
"ah!"
Jiang Ling opened the lid of the wooden box and found two charming white earring holders lying quietly on the purple sponge cushion. Looking at what looked like two greatly reduced epees, she couldn't help but exclaimed.
"..."
All the girls suddenly became quiet. The simple shape of the earring holder in front of them, and the shining white light lying in the black wooden box, made them dare not say anything.
Seeing that Bi Qianqian and the literary young man both looked bad, Ge Lan was in a good mood and proudly showed off: "This is platinum, more than three hundred yuan!"
"Wow, no, who gave it to a wealthy person?"
Having said that, all the girls turned their attention to the indifferent boy in the corner of the sofa, and the other boy actually smiled back.
"Jiang Ling is so happy. Someone gave this to me on my birthday. I will definitely give it to you."
At this time, some girls couldn't help but sigh.
Jiang Ling's shy and timid appearance, as well as the cute smile of the princess next to him, made Fan Yanbo angry. He stared at Lu Yang on the far side of the sofa. He had been restless that night. Only then did he notice that this person was in the afternoon.
The boy who shows off his face in a western restaurant.
When he left before, Fan Yanbo asked Bi Qianqian, but this cousin who was lukewarm towards him was vague.
Where does this kid come from?
At this time, Li Dongyu was sitting next to Zou Mengyuan, and his mood was extremely bad. He had saved his pocket money for several months and gave him a beautiful music box. At this time, he looked like beautiful garbage in front of the platinum earring holder. Peeping at Lu Yang
, which makes me even more frightened.
In the past two months, Jiang Ling and the princess have been together, often hanging around Lu Yang. In the past, she would occasionally walk with Zou Mengyuan after school, but now she always goes home with that kid.
Li Dongyu never thought that Jiang Ling would like Lu Yang before, after all, the princess was there, but now he had some doubts in his heart.
Li Dongyu had never seen Jiang Ling's shy eyes in the past two years, and he didn't dare to imagine that the ice goddess in his heart would have such an expression.
After opening the gifts, a group of girls helped bring them into Jiang Ling's boudoir, and then most of them left.
Jiang Ling and the princess still stayed inside. Li Dongyu saw Ge Lan walking up to Lu Yang and saying a few words. He got up and entered the house.
After a minute, the princess actually withdrew!
What are Jiang Ling and this boy doing alone in their own boudoir?
The hostility in Li Dongyu's heart, along with the suspicion, grew and grew into a seed of destruction that sprouted in his heart.
