Chapter 82

Name:Golden Greenery Author:Zhuo Setong
How can I spend this holiday? Zhuoyang is worried.

Practicing and training as usual? During the school holidays, there were no people in the building. In the winter, it was very cold. Walking alone in the campus, it was not only empty but also bleak, and a little gloomy. Three days ago, when the music university was on holiday, all the classrooms were closed and the firewood was covered. Some time ago, he planned to spend his honeymoon in his heart. Later, he was confused. Zhuoyang forgot that he had to practice piano during the holiday. Where can I find the key now?

The madeborg Club basically all rested, leaving some on duty dogs and cats. It's necessary to train, but even the electricians and hydraulic cleaners on the peninsula have gone home. It's a rather troublesome thing to use the training equipment, and it's a bit silly to be alone.

Lying in the bed, Zhuoyang could not help but grow a mouthful of turbidity. In the dark, he felt as if he had forgotten something very important.

He thought and thought carefully. Suddenly, he slapped his forehead. fuck you! How can I almost forget such an important thing?

Zhuoyang opened the quilt, jumped to the floor barefoot, all over the body except for a pair of flat angle trousers head, naked skin and pure flesh are unarmed.

He likes to sleep like this since childhood, no matter in spring, summer, autumn and winter. If it wasn't for the inconvenience of draining the water in the middle of the night, he would have kept this place for shame. Ten years of habit, as long as it is sleeping, Zhuoyang will naturally take off like this. Even if you drink too much, you will unconsciously complete a series of undressing actions.

Zhuoyang opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, took out a rose colored object, and then jumped back to the warm quilt. Tucked in the tucked in corner, he shrank his head down, arched his mouth and chin together, leaving his nostrils to breathe outside. Looking up to the sky, Zhuoyang opened this thing.

This is an invitation, an invitation from Berlin.

Zhuoyang received this invitation last week, and it was delivered to him directly at noon.

The invitation says:

Dear Mr. Zhuoyang, I sincerely invite you to come to Chesterton estate, Berlin, at 19:00 p.m. on January 8, 2003, to attend my little girl, midair Swinburne's eighth birthday party. We are looking forward to your coming with your family and friends!

Signing - your friend: Andrew Swinburne

the birthday of the little angel midair is coming!

Zhuo Yang likes this lovely and beautiful girl very much, although she has only met her twice. Once, midair fell into the water and was rescued by Zhuoyang alone. Once, midair's family made a special trip to the University of music to express their thanks. That time, in Carl Norman's office, Zhuoyang fell in love with the crystal clear little angel. It's hard for you to like the little cute pink and jade. Honey like little girl who will not go to protect and love it? And midair also obviously showed trust and intimacy to Zhuoyang. Zhuoyang not only saved her life, but also untied her fear knot. Zhuoyang convinced midair that the death threat was just a small accident and joke from heaven.

In the professor's office, midair takes Zhuoyang's hand and refuses to let it go. "Brother, brother" shouts endlessly. That day, Zhuoyang also agreed to Mr. Swinburne's invitation, but later he had to give up because he couldn't spare time.

On the frantic night of "rubber lip" meeting Swinburne, mydale's father solemnly invited Zhuoyang to come to mydale's birthday party after the new year. Zhuoyang agreed happily, and then received this very formal invitation. Just got the invitation, Zhuoyang thought: why is a child's birthday so serious?

Good guy, I almost forgot all about it. Midell knows. How can she complain? Maybe that cute little pout can tie a donkey.

Thinking of the lovely midair, Zhuoyang has no reason not to go. The little girl can't help liking her. But you can't go empty handed, can you? What kind of presents do you need? This has baffled Zhuoyang again.

Zhuoyang is so young that he has no experience in many things. Just like now, he has no idea what kind of birthday present he should give to the eight year old girl.

Lying in bed, he wondered: flowers? Not good. Send toys? I don't know what little angels like. Snacks? Is it too casual? What do you want to send to children in China?

Thinking about it, what Chinese children like most is new year's money. Can't you give the German noble little girl some money with a red bag?

After thinking for a long time, I still have no clue. Or ask someone? Who are you looking for?

Oh, by the way, there is a suitable person. She must know what gift is suitable for her.

Li Xiaoqing!!

Miss Xiaoqing has been rich and beautiful since she was a little girl. She is also a woman. Women come from little girls. She knows what eight year old girls like.

Think of here, Zhuo Yang regardless of 37 21, copy the cell phone on the head cabinet, looked at the time, it's still early, maybe that girl hasn't got up yet. Don't worry about her. I can't sleep. You don't want to relax.Before I could dial out the number, the phone ring suddenly rang, which scared Zhuo Yang, who was not prepared, and almost didn't throw Nokia out. Look, hey, it's such a coincidence. It's really smart. It's Li Xiaoqing who called.

In this month, Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing are all familiar with each other. Although Zhuoyang is busy all day, Li Xiaoqing knows his work and rest time and calls Zhuoyang to go out. There's nothing else. There's only one thing you don't go to the movie Park - go to the restaurant!

Li Xiaoqing has a special love for food. She is absolutely standard for beautiful women to eat.

A good-looking person is called a foodie, and a ugly one is called a bucket. No way. It's a face watching society. If a beautiful woman has to laugh at herself as a pauper, don't go on talking about who's going to pick up who's stupid. Because even if the beauty is, it's a carved bucket.

Li Xiaoqing likes eating or not. Who can you talk to?

God is fair. If he gives you an ordinary face, he will give you a mediocre brain, so that you can work hard on your feet. If he gives you a super high face value, it will certainly give you a perfect figure.

There are too many such favourites, and Li Xiaoqing is undoubtedly one of them.