Chapter 1070： The gift from Fengxian is very special

Feng Xian smiled at her slightly: "Miss Tang, please make a wish."

Qianmiao generally doesn't make a wish, she doesn't believe it.

After staring at the man's ink eyes for two seconds, her eyelids closed.

There was a word in my heart.

After that, open your eyes and blow the candles.

Everyone clamored to ask her what wish she had made.

Zhu Danjing smiled and said, "Is it a long time to make a wish and Feng President?"

"It must be, it must be!" everyone booed.

While making a fuss, they all squeeze forward.

Qian Yan smiled faintly, and said, "Secret."

Feng Xian stretched out her hand and said, "Would you like to follow me to see the sea of ​​stars?"

The warm summer breeze came slowly, blowing a smile on the girl's face.

She put her hand up, and the two got on the hot air balloon together.

Everyone booed and squeezed past.

Lu Wanyu didn't pay attention, staggering back.

Suddenly her waist was tight, and a strong arm supported her.

She turned her head and met Cang Zeyue's smirking eyes, and a pair of glasses made him seem to fit the four words: Sven scum.

"Intentionally?" He raised his brow slightly.

Lu Wanyu frowned, kicked him in the calf, and walked away.

Turning his head to look at the rising hot air balloon, the smile returned to his face: "kiss!"

Everyone shouted kiss together.

Qiao Shiwan was wiping tears, moving tears.

There was envy in Feng Chuchu's eyes, and at this moment, he temporarily dismissed his prejudice against Tang Qiannan, only envy.

Shi Chengan next to him lowered his eyes, pursed his lips and thought, reflecting on himself.

The old man's expression is very complicated, he is relieved and happy, but more sad.

He thought that this moment was the end of these two people.

With a sigh, he turned and left.

The hot air balloon gradually blows into the sky, the same color as the stars in the night, just like the world of the painter's call has become a reality.

Qian Miao was surprised by the dangdang snacks and smiled crookedly.

"A lot of food."

The man's expression was warm, his eyes seemed to have a pool of spring water, and he said softly, "Birthday gifts are inside."

After hearing this, she squatted and pulled from a pile of delicious food. Finally, she reached a hard box.

The box is quite big, rectangular, made of sandalwood, with exquisite reliefs on the surface.

"open to take a look."

She thought, it was probably some kind of jade, the box was relatively large, not like a necklace or other decorations.

The moment it opened, a swell of sandalwood blew.

Under the light, Qianmiao saw himself.

She frowned, seemingly puzzled.

Standing up straight, I put it under the light, and I saw a wood-carved figure with extremely fine workmanship that can be called a supernatural craftsmanship.

This figure is her.

She looked at Fengxian with surprise in her eyes.

"Take it out and take a look." He said.

Before he finished his words, the portrait had fallen into Qianmiao's hands.

The portrait's dress is very familiar, the one she wore on grandpa's birthday last time.

The white dress designed by him, the upper body is gentle and watery, the tube top design, and the lower body long skirt turned into wide-leg trousers, in line with her eclectic and unrestrained style.

Qianmiao looked at the woodcarving carefully, his eyes never blinking.

The portrait is holding a pure white mask in his left hand, and dragging a long cloth like white gauze in his right hand. The cloth is full of stars, really like the goddess of the universe, holding the sky full of stars. Upon closer inspection, there is a lot of things in that piece of "star cloth", each star is a unique shape——

At the top of the galaxy is a perfume bottle that spills out of the fragrance, with small words engraved on it: Mr. Bai Mi, next to a group of code symbols like stars, moving around "hunt", and a little further behind, A string of stars connects a crescent moon. The moon is engraved with the word "original heart". A delicate and small brush is wrapped around the original heart, which is lifelike, and drips of mellow ink emerge from the brush, dripping out a wild passion. In the racing world, the word "Her God" is engraved on the domineering and handsome racing car logo.