My mother's illness was cured, but Zhang Xiaofan had the biggest concern.

Stay in the hospital for a few more days and she will be discharged.

Before his mother was discharged from the hospital, he still had to make some preparations. That small villa, he has already spent money to send someone to take care of it, and it can be moved in at any time.

However, the villa is located on the outskirts of the city, which is a little more troublesome to get around.

Zhang Xiaofan had no choice but to hire a private driver, and then bought a car as a means of transportation for his parents.

Everything is arranged, just wait for my mother to be discharged from the hospital.

That morning, Zhang Xiaofan was sitting in the company's office, flipping through a plan for a new store.

Knock knock!

There was a knock on the door outside.

"Qing Xuan, come in."

Zhang Xiaofan knew that it was Ling Qingxuan just by knocking on the door.

Everyone's knocking frequency has a fixed rhythm, and ordinary people may not be able to hear it. Zhang Xiaofan relied on his sensitive perception, but he could easily distinguish it.

"How do you know it's me?"

Ling Qingxuan pushed the door in, looked at Zhang Xiaofan who was leaning on the seat with beautiful eyes, and said with some doubts.

"I guess."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled silently and said, "Beauty, what are you looking for me?" ”

"I can't look for you if it's okay."

Ling Qingxuan glanced at Zhang Xiaofan, then turned around and closed the door.

"Huh?"

Zhang Xiaofan's heart jumped, closing the door in broad daylight, what kind of rhythm is this.

"Last time, didn't I say I'm going to surprise you."

After closing the door, Ling Qingxuan walked towards Zhang Xiaofan, with a soft smile on her pure and beautiful face, a little charming.

"Ahem."

Looking at Ling Qingxuan's devilish figure, Zhang Xiaofan suddenly became a little dry.

Inside the company, the heating was turned on, Ling Qingxuan was only wearing a close-fitting sweater on the upper half of her body, and her slim waist revealed her perfect S-shaped figure.

Her hair was curled at the back of her head and tucked in a delicate clip. It looks casual, but it's beautiful.

"What surprise?" Zhang Xiaofan asked.

"In ten days, it's my twentieth birthday, and my family is going to hold a birthday party for me."

Ling Qingxuan's beautiful eyes stared at Zhang Xiaofan. A faint shyness appeared on his face, and he said, "I want to invite you to my house and spend my birthday with me." ”

"It turned out to be this, I thought it was ......," said Zhang Xiaofan, with an ambiguous smile on his face.

"Why do you think so. Oops, you guy! ”

Ling Qingxuan suddenly came to her senses, and her little face turned even redder.

Lonely men and widows are in the same room, and besides, she took the initiative to close the door just now, which must have made this bad guy think crookedly.

"I'm done, do you like to go!"

Ling Qingxuan said fiercely, put an envelope in his hand on the table, and then twisted his waist and stepped on his high heels. Click, click

"Go, why not."

Zhang Xiaofan smiled, picked up the envelope and opened it, there was a beautiful invitation letter inside, and Ling Qingxuan's autograph was on it.

The word is like its person, dignified and delicate.

"It's the first time I've come to see my mother-in-law, but I have to prepare well."

Zhang Xiaofan touched his chin and pondered in his heart.

Although the eight characters have not been skimmed yet, deep down, he has already regarded Ling Qingxuan as his own woman.

Case. Ling Qingxuan's parents are not his father-in-law.

Thinking of this, Zhang Xiaofan began to have a headache again.

Ling Qingxuan's birthday gift, he was almost ready.

But. When I met my future father-in-law for the first time, I definitely couldn't leave empty-handed. By the way, there is also Ling Qingxuan's grandfather, and he also has to prepare a meeting gift.

"Forget it, let's start preparing in two days."

Zhang Xiaofan shook his head and picked up the plan. Keep flipping through it.

Forty minutes later.

Zhang Xiaofan finished handling the company's affairs and glanced at the time, it was ten o'clock in the morning, and it was still very early.

Idle and bored, he took out his mobile phone and entered the Heavenly Court chat group.

At the last Hundred Flowers Conference, the chat group was very lively for a while, and many diving immortals came out to fill the water and chat.

Of course, the most active are the old faces.

The clairvoyance and shunfeng ears who love to fight their mouths, the expression control electric mother, the Erlang God with a poisonous tongue, and Nezha who likes to post selfies.

Recently, another marshal of the canopy was added.

Since the last time I saw the peerless dance of Fairy Chang'e at the Hundred Flowers Conference, this guy has begun to flood again.

On the immortal network, he kept adding Chang'e friends and wanted to chat with them privately. As a result, Chang'e, who was so annoyed, directly blocked him and blocked his divine sense.

In desperation, Marshal Tianpeng had no choice but to run to the chat group to brush up on his presence, hoping to attract the attention of Fairy Chang'e.

In addition to these few big parallel goods, other immortals are occasionally bubbling.

What makes Zhang Xiaofan feel a little strange is that many famous immortals are not in this chat group.

For example, the Jade Emperor, the Queen Mother of the West, the Buddha of Buddhism and so on.

Perhaps, they have already joined the chat group, but they never bubble.

Heavenly Court chat group, unable to view the members, Zhang Xiaofan can't figure out how many immortals are hidden in this chat group.

……

Nezha: I was really happy to go to Xiyun Realm today.

In the chat group, the third prince suddenly bubbled up and sent out a message, followed by a few selfie photos.

Seeing this, several immortals who were originally chatting made a string of 'take a step ahead', 'farewell', and 'goodbye', and hurriedly slipped away.

The chat group was instantly deserted.

Nezha: Hey, why don't you speak, fairy friends, come out quickly.

Nezha: I sent a photo.

Nezha: Why did everyone go?

It's a pity that no immortal is willing to bubble up to deal with him.

"What a pathetic!"

Looking at the third prince who was talking to himself in the chat group, Zhang Xiaofan felt a burst of sympathy in his heart.

Actually, I don't blame those immortals.

Every time Nezha posts a selfie, if anyone talks to him, the third prince will be entangled like a chicken blood, and the talk will be endless.

After learning a lesson, the immortals in the chat group, as soon as they saw Nezha posting photos, they would collectively drop the line and disappear.

The selfie sent by Nezha is simply the strongest cold field artifact.

Love selfies, love food, love dragon slaying.

This powerful god has a love for selfies, and he is ranked before slaying dragons.

It's a pity that his selfie skills are too sparse, turning over and over, just those kinds, either stepping on Hot Wheels and pretending to be handsome, or sticking out his tongue to sell cute, it's really uncreative.

"Creativity?"

Zhang Xiaofan's mind suddenly opened, and an interesting idea popped up in his heart.

"Hey, hey."

The corners of Zhang Xiaofan's mouth hooked up a smile, stretched out his finger, and typed a message on the screen.

Third prince, do you want to add special effects?

(To be continued.) )