Introduction

Hello everyone, my name is Chen Lin. I am exactly 18 years old this year, with a medium figure, about 1.75 meters tall, and a pretty face. It belongs to the more popular type of appearance.

Needless to say, these advantages in appearance must be inherited from my mother, and they have nothing to do with my father, because his father looks really average.

My dad is Chen Jianjun. He is 50 years old this year and is only 1.70 meters tall. He has neither a tall figure nor an outstanding appearance, and he always likes to quarrel with me, but he is still the person I admire the most.

The reason is that he started from scratch. He went out to work after graduating from junior high school. He went from being an inconspicuous worker to becoming a corporate president with more than 200 employees. The hard work and sweat he put into this is unimaginable to us outsiders.

This is the most attractive man who succeeds through hard work. Otherwise, my mother would definitely not like my dad in terms of appearance conditions.

Speaking of mother, she is really a beautiful woman from all over the world. Her mother's name is Yuan Junyi. She is both cool and gentle when she hears her name, but in fact it is true.

My mother is only 40 years old this year and studies art in college, so she has an elegant and graceful temperament.

After graduation, my mother worked in an advertising company, but by chance I met my father. Because my father was 10 years older than my mother and looked very ordinary, and my career was still in its infancy, she was strongly opposed by my grandmother's family. Not only did my mother insist on choosing her father, she also resolutely quit her job to assist her father. She had a crystallization of love with her father in private, which was me, which forced her family to agree to this marriage.

Of course, with my father's current achievements, those who opposed it could only praise my mother for her unique vision, courage and knowledge.

Although my mother is in her 40s, because of her natural beauty, the ruthless years seem to leave no trace on her face, making it difficult for outsiders to identify her true age from her pretty appearance. Even when we went out to buy clothes in the mall together, the waitress mistakenly thought we were siblings.

My mother is 1.65 meters tall and weighs about 50 kilograms. She is not only slim, but also has a beautiful and charming appearance.

The thick eyebrows raised slightly up rebelliously, as if they were always smiling, curved, like the bright crescent moon in the night sky.

Under the long and slightly curly eyelashes, there are big eyes as clear as morning dew. There is a lot of tenderness, and there is no trace of crow's feet on both sides of the eyes.

Under the bridge of the erect nose, the lips as pink as rose petals sometimes exudes a charming fragrance, and the fair skin, after decades of ups and downs, can be as white as jade as a girl, moist and smooth, and elastic.

However, my biggest impression on me is that she likes to wear skirts because of her extremely perfect body proportions. My mother's beautiful legs are long and round, and her skin color is as flawless and delicate as white jade. Whenever I see the pictures of the sought-after legs on the Internet, I will smile disdainfully, and none of them can be compared with my mother.

Lan Zhihuixin's mother is also willing to show off her strengths generously. She always keeps her skirts all year round, so I can't even remember what kind of pants my mother has.

From this point of view, my family should be perfect and happy. In fact, it is also considered that there is a successful father and a perfect mother who combines beauty, gentleness, kindness, intelligence and ability to do many advantages.

But the problem lies with me. I was a few tens of minutes away from the second-tier line in the college entrance examination just now. If I had at least inherited some of my mother's advantages in appearance, I would have become a missed net in terms of IQ. In fact, I can't say I'm stupid. I can only say that I'm not that good at studying. After all, before the college entrance examination, I worked hard to live up to my mother's care.

After the college entrance examination results came out, my father, who wanted his son to become successful, was very angry because of his low education. He threatened to ignore me in the future and ask me to go out and make a living by myself.

Although my mother didn't say anything, she still cared about me as usual, but from her expression, I could tell that she was a little disappointed.

But the lesson is the lesson. Although my dad said so many angry words, I was his son after all. After a few days, the weather disappeared. Then I contacted his friends, and spent a lot of money to send me to Yuzhou Normal University, a second-tier university.

With the school in mind, I felt relieved. When I was waiting for the start of school, I ate, drink and play games at home. Needless to say, my father had to go on a business trip every now and then. Fortunately, I didn’t have to worry at home.

After my mother helped my father to make the company bigger and stronger, she also started an advertising company independently. Although her daily work is not busy and she doesn’t spend much time at home, I just feel at ease and live a comfortable holiday life at home.

That morning, I was sleeping and was woken up by a sound downstairs. I looked at the watch and it was only 9:30.

Although I hadn't had enough sleep, I was a little hungry. I put on my clothes and went downstairs. I saw my mother and nanny Aunt Chen sitting on the sofa chatting. There was a young man next to Aunt Chen who I didn't know.

This young man is thin, with thin arms and legs like a girl, but he is pretty and tall. I think he should be 1.8 meters tall. After listening to Aunt Chen's introduction, he realized that he was Aunt Chen's son, named Zhao Huaiye. He is 22 years old this year and has just graduated from college. He has not found a job yet. Because he is majoring in design, Aunt Chen brought him to my mother for a look, hoping to stay in my mother's advertising company to do things.

I observed Zhao Huaiye. His face was gray. Although he was smiling, his smile was unnatural. Aunt Chen was sitting on the sofa, and he stood beside Aunt Chen. Mom said don’t be polite, just treat it as his own home. Just sit there, and he dared to sit down. When he sat, his legs were closed together, his hands were placed on his knees, and his eyes were staring at one place, which seemed very nervous.

After that, my mother asked him casually about professional knowledge. Although the answer was quite smooth, she didn't dare to say a single word of redundant words.

My mother saw me go downstairs and asked me, a peer to talk to Zhao Huaiye, so I took him to my bedroom. However, he was a little too introverted and was completely unaware of communicating with people. For my age, people who are his younger brother can't let go. I asked and answered questions when chatting with him, just like the teachers and students in class, the atmosphere was a bit awkward.

However, after a while of conversation, I still got some understanding of him. His father was a Chinese teacher and academic director in their village school. He has been teaching for about 20 years. I said that your father was a teacher in school and his salary should be pretty good.

But he said that the salary was not high, the village he lived in was relatively poor, and the teaching conditions in the school were also very poor, but I still admired him for being admitted to Yuzhou University under such difficult conditions.

Later I asked him what hobbies he has, whether he can play basketball, and what are his football, table tennis, etc.?

But he would either say he knew a little, or simply said he wouldn't.

I said it would be a pity if you are of this height and don’t play basketball.

But he told me that his father was very strict in discipline since he was a child. When he saw him playing with others, he would warn him to spend more of his spare time on studying and study, so that he would have a promising future when he grew up and play less other things. Over time, he would play less, and slowly, he would simply stop playing.

I said it wouldn't be boring for you like this. He said it's nothing, just get used to it.

Finally, I asked him if he learned to design, would he know how to PS pictures? He said he could, so I turned on the computer and asked him to PS some of my photos. I didn't expect that he was so skillful in using phtshp, and he sorted out the pictures in a few seconds, and there was no way to tell that it was the effect of PS..

It was Aunt Chen who cooked at noon, and the four of us sat together. Zhao Huaiye sat very well when eating, with his back straight, and picked up a bowl of rice. He looked very elegant when eating, and he chewed slowly and ate bites. However, he lowered his head and only ate the rice in the bowl. Occasionally, he used chopsticks to pick up some vegetables. He didn't even dare to look at other beef and prawns.

After seeing it, my mother reminded him to eat other dishes. He only said um, or good, but he didn't dare to move his chopsticks. My mother personally picked up beef in her bowl and kept picking up food for him. After seeing it, Zhao Huaiye nodded and said thank you. When I saw him, his cheeks turned red, which made me feel very funny. This guy was like a big country girl who had never seen the world.

My mother is so easy-going and speaking so kindly, I don’t know why he is nervous. Judging from his tall figure, he is even more courageous than a mouse.

In the afternoon, Aunt Chen said she would take Zhao Huaiye to the place where she rented a house outside. It happened that her mother was going out shopping, so she drove the car and took the mother and the two of them away.

After saying goodbye to them, I was the only one left at home, and I could go back to the bedroom to play with my Dota again.