I'm really immortal

Chapter 894 Concave

Liu Changan's face was close at hand, and his smile always gave a feeling of seeing through others, which made people flustered.

Yan Qingcheng also discovered that Liu Changan's face was indeed very similar to Professor Liu Jianshe's, probably because of the feeling of a person of different ages.

If you ask Liu Changan and Liu Jianshe to take a picture and put them together, if you look closely, you will think that this is a youth and an old age.

The non-environmental phenomenon of father-son bloodlines, that's it.

That's probably how her mother saw it. What Yan Qingcheng couldn't imagine was that if her guess was true, her mother's date would accompany her shopping during the day, and stay at a certain girl's house at night, and be with her daughter from Monday to Friday. A classmate who runs to Nanshan on Saturdays and Sundays to accompany his daughter...

"No...it's nothing...I thought you were going shopping with them today. My mother said she wanted to meet you." Yan Qingcheng quickly explained, but she was muttering in her heart. Professor Liu Jianshe and Liu Chang'an never appear at the same time, right? ?
"It's not very suitable. Generally, after parents meet me, Liu Chang'an, those who have sons want me to be her son's brother and friend to help him grow up. Occasionally, some parents want their son and me to develop a habit of breaking sleeves. This is relatively rare. But not without it." Liu Changan shook his head, expressing a little burden.

"If you have a daughter, you want to match me with her daughter. Even if you know that I have a girlfriend, you still want to come up with a plan to help her daughter out. Even two women serving one husband are more supportive."

These things often happen, but after the establishment of the new country, under the leadership of the great man, patriarchy was abolished, and after the patriarchy represented by the husband's authority over women's feudal customs, there were fewer things to give his daughter to him, which also made him Have lived an easier life for decades.

If in the past, the benevolent and benevolent Kyushu Fengleijianmen sect master would often have his own tenants or surrounding farmers kneel in front of him, begging him to take his daughter away, as long as he gave him food.

If he accepts this situation, he will of course give them some money. It was not easy to live at that time. If you hand over your daughter to him, at least you will not starve to death, and you will have food and drink.

If the daughter is sensible and considerate, she will take some food and drink back from time to time, but he also turns a blind eye.

Otherwise, where are there so many female disciples from the Kyushu Fenglei Sword Sect?Most of them don't have to be delivered to your door?There is no way, people are capable and kind-hearted, so they will involuntarily assume more social responsibilities.

The special case of Su Mei being delivered to the door is slightly less, but it is not the only one. The ugly ones are killed naturally, and the good-looking ones are locked in the room to play together and develop into their own people.

"You...you are really thick-skinned." Yan Qingcheng was dumbfounded, surprised at Liu Changan's thick-skinned, although he felt that what he said was the truth, but he couldn't say it so frankly.

What's more, he seems to mean that if mother sees him, even if she knows that he has a girlfriend, she still wants her to be with Liu Chang'an?
Yan Qingcheng didn't have this idea, any girl with normal three views and a normal mind would not be able to accept it!She is not some non-black hoe god.

"But speaking of it, your skin complexion is much better than when you first started school. Girls still need to take good care of it. It is difficult to look radiant just by relying on natural beauty without dressing up or taking care of it." Liu Changan observed , put forward a little suggestion, you must know that even An Nuan had proper dress and makeup in high school, and Liu Yuewang would also give her some nutritious food and health products suitable for women.

Yan Huaye should have been limited by family conditions in the past. Without this awareness of improving the quality of life and delicacy, her background should make her a little more beautiful than she is now, after all, she is Yan Huaye's daughter.

Yan Huaye and Professor Liu should be on par when they were teenagers, but there is no reason why their daughters are far behind.

"Really?" Yan Qingcheng lowered her head in embarrassment, and quickly looked at her skin. It was indeed in contrast to when she first entered college, but it was not Zhu Juntang's type that could be broken by blowing bombs. After all, Yan Qing Orange is just a slight improvement in food, and the pressure of life has also decreased. It is because the good mood has affected the body.

"Eat more at night, you will look good if you are white and fat." After Liu Changan finished speaking, he walked to the other end of the corridor.

Yan Qingcheng stood where she was, did he mean that she was actually a natural beauty?As long as he takes good care of his skin, he can also have good skin like those girls around him, with soft white Q elastic, smooth and tender?
Among the girls Yan Qingcheng is familiar with, she likes Zhu Juntang's skin the most. It's really nothing to say, it can be called a fairy's skin. Yan Qingcheng doesn't expect to be comparable to Zhu Juntang, but it should be almost as good as Bai Hui's skin. Bar?
Commenting objectively, Yan Qingcheng thinks that Baifen's skin is somewhat artificial. She has seen Baifen's skin care products, and they are really dazzling. After taking a bath, she can apply all kinds of milk, cream, and water on her body. So many layers.

In short, let’s eat more tonight, I hope I can be fat for nothing, Yan Qingcheng doesn’t care about Liu Changan’s evaluation, but she is a little unconvinced and competitive, and wants to prove that her foundation is good , will not lose to some inexplicable people who secretly want to compete with her.

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Liu Changan came to the other end of the corridor, and saw Bai Hui admiring the paintings on the wall, a pair of Van Gogh oil paintings most likely produced by Dafen Village, Wushipu or Putian.

This is just a holiday center for employees of a branch of the Baojun Group. This time the Bamboo Prince's visit has improved some conditions, but it is impossible to get some auction-level authentic products to improve the taste.

Zhu Juntang herself does not have such "taste", she has no interest in this kind of modern art at all, what about Van Gogh, Picasso, their works can be as good as Miss Zhusan's selfie?ridiculous.

Liu Changan is not very interested in these works of art. He has collected a lot in the past, mainly because he knows the author and keeps them for his thoughts, or others entrust him to keep them.

So many of them were brought into the tomb, and were stolen, and some were donated to major museums. This is not a foolproof method of preservation, but it is already the most appropriate. Presumably most of the original authors entrusted to him do not have What opinion.

He didn't know Van Gogh or Picasso, and he never appreciated their talents. Generally, those who can be appreciated by him are not too downcast.

"It's beautiful." Liu Changan and Bai Hui stood side by side under the oil painting, looking up.

"This... is gorgeous in color and the flowers are beautiful." Bai Hui reluctantly commented, and from the corner of her eye, she saw that Yan Qingcheng had gone back to her room, and she didn't seem to intend to stare at Bai Huihui to whisper to Liu Changan.

"I'm talking to Yan Qingcheng, and the voice is not too loud. No matter how long your ears are pricked up here, you won't be able to hear it, right?" Liu Changan looked at Bai Hui's soft ears, and expressed doubts with a smile, "Or would you? Lips?"

Bai Hui hurriedly touched her ears, but they didn't grow longer. Her hair style today covers her ears. If her ears really become longer and exposed, it won't look good.

"I don't. I just think that Yan Qingcheng and An Nuan are the same kind of people. They should be good friends. In the future, the three of us can go shopping together." Of course Bai Hui would not admit it, the girl's superficial skills must be If you insist on exercising, you can only do it in your heart. If you really show it, it will fall into Liu Changan's eyes. Maybe he will feel that she is messing up, not united, and wants to make his female friend circle a mess.

"Are you sure?" Liu Changan looked Bai Hui up and down.

"What?" Bai Hui didn't quite understand Liu Changan's question and eyes. It's very common and casual for girls to go shopping together, just like saying hello "Have you eaten?"

"You, An Nuan, and Yan Qingcheng are walking together. The three of you are in a concave shape. Don't you count? One tall and one short is fine. Two tall and one short, you have no sense of existence, just like a follower. Yes, this is unacceptable to you." Liu Changan reminded her that even if she talks casually, she should also consider the reality.

Hearing what Liu Chang'an said, Bai Hui vaguely understood why she was only really good friends with Zhu Juntang, but couldn't get along with An Nuan, Qin Yanan, Yan Qingcheng and other streetlight-type women.

In fact, Yan Qingcheng is fine, not too exaggerated, just over 1.7 meters, Annan and Qin Yanan really don't want to go with them.

"I'm actually about 1.8 meters tall." Bai Hui tried to stand on tiptoe.

"You jumped 1.8 meters?"

"I hate it!" Bai Hui explained seriously, "Look at me, the heel is eight centimeters, the insole is three centimeters, plus my big bow headdress, is it more than 1.8 meters?"

Liu Chang'an suddenly understood why many boys who are 1.7 meters five or even 1.7 meters eight have height anxiety. The business of height-increasing shoe manufacturers and height-increasing insole manufacturers is getting better and better. Sure enough, creating anxiety can generate benefits. No wonder there are so many behind-the-scenes forces fueling the flames and creating all kinds of anxiety.

(End of this chapter)