Become a stepmother and save the male protagonist of the painful literary school

He raised his head to look at the woman again, and their eyes met. He saw boundless tenderness in her eyes.

That tenderness seemed to crush billions of stars, peaceful, without any demands, just pure love.

When he heard her ask, "How is it, do you like it?", he couldn't suppress the joy and excitement in his heart and nodded heavily.

A muffled nasal voice said, "Hmm..."

He felt a burning sensation all the way from where the blue crystal was to his heart, causing him to feel an uncontrollable sore nose.

I had to use all my strength to suppress the urge to cry.

He held the necklace against his collarbone and looked at her. Suddenly, he smiled an arc with pure innocence, "I like it."

"Thank you for the gift."

These are polite words, and every word has been repeated in my heart over and over again, and I cherish them very much.

Jian Yan touched his head and felt that this gift was really worth it.

When she was making it, she thought that this was a gift for the child, so she couldn't be careless. She spent a lot of effort and polished the crystal details herself. She was afraid that Tong Huaimu would not like it.

When she saw his smile, she felt extremely satisfied.

The smile on the boy's face came from the heart. There was a hint of cheerfulness in his joy, and his eyes were no longer as gloomy as when they first met.

Now it seems like a two-way journey.

……

Opening ceremony of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School Winter Sports Games.

First, the teacher representative spoke, followed by the parent representative. The host spoke fluently, "Next, please invite the student parent representative, Mr. Tong Ruixiao, Chairman of Ruiguang Group, to speak."

Jian Yan originally thought that she would go on stage, but since Tong Ruixiao was free, he would go. After all, he was Tong Huaimu's biological father, and participating in such activities was considered supporting his son and would make the child happier.

She couldn't ask for more.

Sit in the audience with other parents, next to your child's class, and watch the person speaking on the podium.

Tong Ruixiao stood up, walked slowly to the standing microphone, nodded, and began to speak.

His slender hands casually rested on the microphone, and some polite words came out of his mouth without any preparation.

“…Today we gather together to witness a high school sports meeting full of youth and vitality. The sports meeting is not only a grand event of sports competition, but also an opportunity to show team spirit and hone willpower.”

"…Finally, on behalf of all parents of Jiangcheng No. 1 Middle School, I wish this sports meeting a complete success. I hope every athlete can perform at their best and achieve excellent results. At the same time, I also wish the school to do better and better and cultivate more outstanding students in the future."

Jian Yan sees people very clearly.

His suit today was a retro brown-gray color, a combination she had never seen before. He looked elegant and gentlemanly.

Because of his tall and straight figure, the shirt perfectly props up his chest. Paired with a contrasting color tie, the chest is decorated with a retro pocket square.

The curvature of the waist is smooth and natural, showing the advantage of a narrow waist. The slender and powerful legs under the suit pants are even more attractive.

The voice is warm and friendly, but the mature and steady aura cannot be ignored.

She thought that Tong Huaimu's 1,000-meter race was the next event, so she walked forward two steps and found an empty seat to sit down.

I heard students around me talking about:

"Oh my god! Is this Tong Huaimu's father? He looks so stunning, it's like a one-to-one replica of his good genes!"

"This man is so handsome, no wonder Master Tong looks so perfect..."

"I've never seen this before. It's surprising that such a busy person would come to school to attend a small sports event."

Another person mused, "I really like this 5:7 golden ratio, a model-like figure. Look at his haute couture suit, there are no extra wrinkles at all, isn't it suitable for painting?"

Her friends gave her a slap in the face.

"Miao Miao, are you crazy? Are you crazy about drawing human body sketches? Don't make me think of my unfinished homework on such a beautiful day!"

Jian Yan laughed hoarsely. The students in the class closest to her seemed to be art students.

She has been away from high school for many years, and has been up and down in various circles of fame and fortune. She no longer has that kind of innocent youth.

Now sitting among a group of high school students, I actually feel like I have returned to more than ten years ago.

It was a great pleasure to listen to them playing and laughing.

Then he asked, "Don't you like drawing folds on clothes?"

The girl who was playing froze when she heard the sound, and turned around to see a gentle and intellectual older sister.

She froze for a moment.

He felt extremely embarrassed when he thought that his behavior just now was seen by a woman.

In an instant, his ferocious face retracted and he immediately sat straight in his position.

The quiet girl next to her, named Miaomiao, nodded and said with difficulty, "I often lose points because of my wrinkles."

Jane smiled disgustedly.

After a brief chat with her, I learned that this class was in the third year of high school. All the students in the class were science students, but they took the art exam midway.

There is more or less a touch of love.

Shen Xingmiao: "I like painting. It is not enough to see beautiful things with my eyes, I have to record them with a pen."

This expression full of vigor and enthusiasm reminded Jane Yan of herself in high school. She had also said something like this.

I couldn't help but be dazed for a moment.

High school is a very unforgettable period in life. At that time, I was full of hope, innocence and spirit. The spiritual field was full of flowers and had not yet been invaded by barren weeds.

Only when you have experienced it can you feel this pain and regret.

She sighed, "Yes, painting beautiful things is another way to preserve them forever."

"Excuse me, which classmate's parent are you?"

Shen Xingmiao is polite and well-mannered, and looks like a child from a wealthy family.

"I?"

Jian Yan didn't lie often, and there was no need for her to. She was about to say that she was Tong Huaimu's parent and the stepmother of the son of the man in the flat suit on the stage.

But I heard a girl covering her mouth and screaming softly:

"I thought Tong Shao was handsome enough, but I didn't expect his father to be more to my taste... ahhh, this temperament and this voice are really good!"

Someone nodded. "I like him too! He doesn't look very old, and his voice is so easygoing. He doesn't sound like those greasy guys with big bellies at all!"

She paused, and the words that were on the tip of her tongue went around and were swallowed back into her stomach.

Smiling, she replied: "He's from a higher grade department, so you might not know him."

High school is the age when people develop feelings for the opposite sex. It is normal to have feelings for the opposite sex who is more mature and experienced than oneself. If she revealed her identity, it would make these children embarrassed.

When doing things, always put yourself in others' shoes.

Being so close, everything you say can be heard by everyone around you.

Just don't say it.

"So that's how it is." Shen Xingmiao knew that the other party didn't want to talk about it, so she didn't continue the topic.

After hesitating for a moment, he asked the other person's name.