She didn't know what color or style her daughter liked. She even struggled for a long time about what kind of hair style to wear. When she finally hurried downstairs, she still dressed as simple as usual, with a floral dress reaching her ankles.
, wearing a short knitted sweater, the white sneakers on her feet that have just been painted, so white that they are spotless, and her long hair is simply tied into a ponytail, and the whole person looks youthful and energetic.
In the taxi, the driver felt her joy and asked with a smile: "Little girl, are you going on a date with your boyfriend?"
Being called a little girl, Luo Xi snickered in her heart. She was no longer a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. On the contrary, she already had a four-year-old daughter.
Look at yourself in the mirror, the corners of your mouth are raised, your eyes are blue, and you really look happy.
"No. 2 Yuqiao Courtyard." Luo Xi reported the address.
"Little girl, who is your boyfriend? Those who live there don't have to be rich. Anyone without any rights can't get in."
The driver obviously knew the area very well. He usually traveled around the city and heard a lot of gossip. In fact, it is not that evil. In the world we live in, people who can’t afford a house or live in a luxury house still occupy
Majority, how can there be so many people with rights?
The taxi was stopped outside Yuqiao Courtyard. This is a private area. Unregistered vehicles are not allowed to enter. Luo Xi's identity was checked repeatedly to make sure that she would not destroy social unity or cause trouble.
Only then was it released.
In this luxury villa area, Lu Sheng's house is not very obvious. On the contrary, it is very low-key. It should be the most inconspicuous one.
Luo Xi stood outside the door and straightened her clothes again. She felt that there was nothing wrong before she rang the doorbell. After waiting for a while, a woman in her fifties came to open the door. When she saw her, she seemed to have known her for a long time and said
He said, "Ms. Luo, please, sir, I'll be waiting for you in the study."
She followed Aunt Zhang into the living room, and Aunt Zhang introduced herself, "My surname is Zhang, and people here call me Aunt Zhang."
"Hello, Aunt Zhang."
"You're welcome, Miss Luo, please come with me."
Luo Xi stepped up the stairs and glanced around the hall from high to low. The decoration was as simple as the appearance, but it was simple yet grand, which was his usual style.
There was a colorful plastic ball on the coffee table. She knew it was probably her daughter's toy, so she couldn't help but look at it a few more times.
"Miss Luo, please." Aunt Zhang stopped in front of the study door and whispered: "Sir, Miss Luo is here."
"Um."
Luo Xi pushed the door open and entered, thinking that Lu Sheng was approving official documents. Unexpectedly, he was half-lying on a bench by the floor-to-ceiling window, with a book clasped on his face. The sunlight fell on him like broken gold.
It is mottled and casts a very long shadow on the floor. It is obviously lazy and comfortable, but people cannot ignore his existence.
Hearing the sound of footsteps, he reached out and took down the book. It was a Book of Songs. She doubted whether she could understand the Book of Songs? Or she was using it to hypnotize her.
At this time, Lu Sheng looked lazy, his brows were relaxed, and he seemed to be talking easily. He did not look at her, but stopped his eyes on the book in his hand, and murmured, "The wind and rain are miserable, and the roosters are crowing.
Now that I have seen a gentleman, I am indifferent." He paused for a moment and then looked over, "What do you mean?"
She tried her best to explain to him calmly, "The wind is miserable, the rain is miserable, and the cocks crow outside the window. How can I not feel relaxed and happy when I see you during the wind and rain?"
He sat up quickly and threw the book in his hand on the table, "Trouble, it's really difficult to understand."
Luo Xi secretly cursed that for the few years he had studied, he still read the Book of Songs and the Three Character Classic.
She was not here to be his Chinese teacher. She looked around the study room and didn't see the person she expected to see. She seemed a little anxious, "Where is my daughter?"
"Want to see her?"
Nonsense, he thought she was here for him.
"Sign this contract." Lu Sheng pushed a folder over.