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Tang Mi's buttocks were perfectly rounded, but they were not as seductive as those of the nightclub girls who had toiled so hard to cultivate. The soft lines were feminine and elegant, making it difficult to associate them with sex.

Zhao An didn't want to deliberately look at Tang Qian's figure, but behind her, he would always notice that although his mental age wasn't much different from Tang Wan's, he was still Li Qingge's mother in the end. It was always disrespectful to judge her figure, whether it was Tang Wan or Li Qingge.

Zhao An arrived at Li Qingge's home.

For ordinary people, the word home meant tea. It was warm and plain, warm and calm, as well as trivial daily life. Coming back to this place day after day, leaving this place, what finally stopped in your heart was a feeling of attachment, a feeling of being unable to part with each other.

For Li Qingge and Tang, perhaps, it was different. They were probably living in different places, vague and unclear. The concept of home was not clear, and there was no specific impression of it. It was just a place to sleep and eat, or perhaps a place to gather together, a place to connect and find someone else to come to them.

The bustling city also had its own lush and verdant places. Even though the county bus only officially opened the subway station in 2014, the county bus station in 2001 was still just a provincial capital that was gradually attracting attention due to a series of programs that were just leaning against the Hunan Television Station. However, people with power and wealth enjoyed it in every era.

For example, Li Qingge's current home, a villa situated beside River View Park, was filled with vast rivers and lush green forests. Even in the city, there was sufficient healthy air here, and although River View Park wasn't particularly closed, the area separated by a small lake was unreachable. It was private and extravagant, and when one thought about sightseeing in this park and looking at the corner of the villa revealed by the green tree from afar, one could roughly feel the oppressing wealth and power.

Although he didn't have a white shirt with a black suit and earpiece pinned to his ear, Zhao An could still feel all kinds of security measures in the open and in the dark. In the middle of the wall covered with vines, the heavy carved wooden door of the wooden fence slowly moved away.

It was as if he had opened this door, and that was another world that mortals could not even reach.

Compared to this house, Tang Yuan and Li Qingge did not have the feeling of being high and mighty. Tang Lang was not elegant to the point of looking down upon the mortal world like a saint. He had turned elegance into arrogance. Although Li Qingge was arrogant enough, she would still play games in the Black Network Cafe and would want to fight the moment there was a disagreement. Thinking about her personality, Zhao An felt that she was probably a real adolescent rebellious girl. She probably didn't need to do many things in order for her to be able to do them.

Zhao An getting close to Li Qingge was very simple, but in his previous life, before the College Entrance Test, he felt a little ambiguous. This was the first time in his previous life that he had clearly felt a special affection for a girl, so he still wanted to develop a relationship with Li Qingge.

Right now, Zhao An was not an inferior and timid youth. His experiences later on made him understand that many girls did not consider his social status and income. However, there were also some girls who did not care about those things.

Since the other didn't care, why should he keep it in his heart whether he was qualified or not? Furthermore, the current Zhao An knew that perhaps he was just an ordinary kid that was looked down upon by the elites of society. But what about in the future?

Some influential figures from more than ten years ago might not even have five million now … His starting point was not low.

To Tang Yuan and Li Qingge, Zhao An was the child of an ordinary family member or the child of a rich man. There was no difference, because neither power nor wealth could be weighed too much.

Thus, Zhao An only looked at the scenery with interest, sized up the decorations of the manor, and then displayed a respectful and appreciative expression from the guests. The neat and tidy stone path beneath his feet gave him the feeling of wanting to run on this sort of road in the morning; the soles of his feet must be very comfortable.

Zhao An was looking at the scenery, while Tang Jun and Li Qingge were also sizing up Zhao An.

She didn't need to be careful of the emotions of others, but in the end, it was still Zhao An. In the end, he was still a boy that made her curious, and their relationship was a little different from the others. Li Qingge would definitely pay attention to his first appearance at her house.

Li Qingge's growing environment made her feel that the majority of her peers in the school were very childish. Even if it was a family background like Ma Shilong, it was still pretty good. A guy from the system also belonged to the type where she could look down on their shrewdness and scheming.

However, Zhao An was different. As far as he knew, Zhao An's family could not be any more ordinary. He was the type that lacked money … Perhaps his family situation had improved recently, but it completely didn't match his performance.

Where did he learn his martial arts from? If she asked him, he would probably say she was creative. Li Qingge wasn't a three year old child, so how could she believe it?!

What kind of environment and experience would allow him to grow up? What kind of character and scope of vision did he have? But what Zhao An said, what he did, was completely consistent with him?

And... Furthermore, he had coincidentally appeared at the scene of the murder last night. The murderer was Zhao Tinghua, who was the little hooligan that Zhao An had been hanging out with recently. However, Zhao An did not express any worry or emotion towards Zhao Tinghua at all today … What kind of cold-blooded thing was this? Li Qingge did not believe that Zhao An would be so cold-blooded towards his friends. It could be seen from the time he was with Ma Shilong and Li Jinghua.

Zhao An's body was filled with contradictions, which made Li Qingge want to carefully observe him and solve the mystery condensed in her heart.

Previously, Li Qingge didn't want Zhao An to know about his family's situation. Although he found Zhao An extremely annoying and he didn't want to become friends with him, he didn't want to interfere with Zhao An's daily interactions with him because of his family's situation.

When he had gone to the convention that night, Zhao An had unexpectedly guessed something like that. He was afraid that he would be able to get a better understanding of her family background. With his scheming mind, he was sure to understand a lot of things.

Li Qingge was curious about the change in attitude he would have towards her … On one hand, she hoped that he would restrain himself a little because of this, knowing that Miss Li was not easy to deal with, but on the other hand, she didn't want him to change his attitude and way of getting along with her.

However, Zhao An didn't seem to care at all. He didn't care how big her house was, nor did he care about how much it cost to buy a house here, nor did he care about the relationship between them. He didn't ask any questions, nor did he seem to sigh. Who cares, as long as I can dance at the square!

Li Qingge wasn't the only one observing Zhao An. Tang Yuan was also paying attention to this youth from the corner of his eyes.

Sunlight? Tang Yuan had seen plenty of boys with particularly bright smiles and tall, well-built bodies. However, he knew that boys with the ability to show off their so-called sunshine in front of Tang Feng didn't have sunshine in the slightest. Many of the things in their hearts were devouring the sunlight like dogs, and only a circle of light and shadow surrounded them, blocking most of their true bodies.

Tang Mi didn't take the youngsters to be simple. The youngsters of ordinary families might be naturally kind-hearted, but those who were on par with Li Qingge should be forgiven. Even though Tang Zhen had seen so many teenagers, he still committed such heinous acts as raping and murdering others without restraint.

Fortunately, there were not many county sands. This was one of the reasons why Tang Xian preferred to stay far away from the capital, away from the city, away from the city, away from the chaotic and ugly world.

Mature? At the very least, their words and actions were not repulsive and were very compatible. There was no unbridled frivolity on the part of the youths, nor was there any sense of inferiority on the part of the children from the bottom class that could not be concealed.

Anyway, the first impression was good.

Tang Han had always paid close attention to his daughter's making friends, because Li Qingge had always been like this. Although pride and indifference were a kind of temperament, such people often didn't feel happy in their hearts. Tang Xian knew this clearly, at least as a girl, Li Qingge had always been unhappy, so he didn't want Li Qingge to be like him.

He had a friend, a friend that he could trust, a friend that he could talk to casually, and a friend that he could act as he pleased... Tang Mi didn't have such a friend. With her current identity and age, it was basically impossible for her to have another friend like Li Qingge.

Tang Mi didn't have much expectations for Li Qingge. She wanted her daughter to live a simpler life … Until now, there was finally a boy who appeared. At least his daughter seemed to be having fun with him.

Tang wanted to see this boy. As a mother, one should not only teach and give his daughter the capital she should have as a woman, but also pay more attention to her interpersonal relationships. One must know that the greatest influence on a girl was not how many books she had read or how many talents she had learned, but rather who she had been interacting with.

"Auntie, do you practice yoga?" Zhao An looked at his surroundings and took a deep breath. "I feel that this place is quite suitable. The air is good and quiet. There's also a very spiritual smell."

"I did learn a bit from the wind a dozen years ago, but now I don't have it anymore." Tang Mi stopped in his tracks. He wanted to show off the first yoga he had learned, but he thought about his qipao and decided against it. "So, do you still practice yoga?"

"It's more like he's practicing rolling on the ground!" Li Qingge pointed at the turf and said, "And spiritual energy? If you like it, you can come here and roll around everyday. I welcome you!"

"I'm not a dog hunting insects in the grass, why would I roll around..." As Li Qingge was against him, Zhao An became serious, "Many people need to find a place to contact yoga, especially for those who pursue the soul and cultivation level. They don't even hesitate to travel for a long distance or to start looking for a place. My aunt has a good place at home where they can practice yoga, I think it's pretty good."

"Are you practicing?" Zhang Qinglan introduced yoga through CCTV in 1985, and yoga began to spread through China. In recent years, it had become a hot topic in big cities, and there weren't many high-school students who had come into contact with it, but it was still rare. Most of the high school students were enthusiastic about it and didn't pursue it to the point that they wanted to pursue their spiritual state.

"A little." Zhao An nodded. Actually, he didn't practice yoga, but some things were pretty much the same as yoga.

His answer was a bit unfathomable, and Tang Mi didn't know much about yoga either. He found it funny that the young man would say he was so professional with his words.

"Then I have time to understand." She then said to Li Qingge, "I can see that you've learned it pretty well. No matter what, yoga is still about physical exercise, so it's more suitable for girls than boxing with you."

"I'm not going to learn what he likes. Disgusting!" Li Qingge didn't know much about yoga either. For martial arts students, basic martial arts skills required the most consistent professional training. Compared to yoga, it was just an ordinary person's entertainment... Li Qingge recalled the postures of the naked women in the notebook and suddenly felt that Zhao An definitely didn't like yoga. He was referring to things that might be related to yoga.

Tang Mi looked helpless, but the smile on his face held a profound meaning. It seemed that he had paid too little attention to his daughter. Unknowingly, her daughter had also reached the age where she felt that a certain boy was special.

When a boy was young, the way he used to attract the girl's attention was very simple. It was nothing more than targeting, bullying, and scaring her. And girls just liked to follow behind a boy, play with him, and act like a spoiled child … Very few teenage boys would understand how to express their good feelings towards a girl through gentleness and care, but girls with Li Qingge's personality would change a little. She would be very against him, but she had to show that she didn't care about him, or that she didn't care about him as much as she did to others, which often meant that he was special in her heart.

"Then give me back my notebook. Don't learn from me." Zhao An stretched out his palm. "I don't want to disgust you!"

Li Qingge wanted to grab a kettle on the side of the road to pour some water over Zhao An, but after thinking about how his mother was still by his side, he decided against it.