Zheng Xiuyan quickly found the piece of paper pressed under the pen.

【Pig's head,

Happy birthday to you!

Notice, it's not 'Happy Birthday to you Pighead', it's 'Happy Birthday Pig'.

In the blink of an eye, Wuli Xiuyan is a year older, and she is already a 17-year-old girl, hahahahaha.

A year older, I also feel that you are a lot more sensible. It's good to keep pursuing your dreams, but remember to pay attention to your body. After crying last time, I still have a fever, let me say what is good about you. 】

It's really verbose, just like Ou's mother. Always felt

[Because I have no experience in holding a party, I don't have enough preparation for anything, so you can watch and do the rest by yourself and entertain the guests.

The bounce bed is in the corner, so you can put it together if you want to play, as long as you're not afraid of hitting the ceiling.

Really, why don't you find a hotel outside to solve it, I don't have a yard here, and there is no way to barbecue.

I put the sofa away, and there was a folding bench and cushions. Don't look at anything, just sit on the floor. It's been so cold lately, I don't need your help mopping the floor.

Baking sheet, I put it in the kitchen. Ingredients such as meat are available in the refrigerator, so you don't have to go out and buy them anymore. It's okay to open the fire and prepare food, but you don't want it, obediently do your birthday. If you insist on showing off your cooking skills, I'm afraid you'll burn down your house.

In addition, there will be a cake delivery at seven o'clock, you must remember to sign for it. 】

Before I finished reading it, I was interrupted by Zheng Xiujing. "What did Ernie's death say on it?"

"Nothing." Zheng Xiuyan patted Zheng Xiujing's hand and motioned for her not to touch her letters.

"Cut, it's stingy." The boring Zheng Xiujing began to wander around the room.

"By the way, Xiaoyuan, so that the boys who are waiting don't have to bring anything else, my relatives have prepared it for me."

"Okay."

Jung so-yeon took a small cylindrical sofa and sat down (Wu Jae-young only put the big one in). After walking for so long, I'm really a little tired.

"Daihatsu!" Kwon Yoo-ri, who took out the ingredients and prepared to put them in the refrigerator, was taken aback. Because the whole fridge is stuffed.

It's neatly laid out, and it's full, and it's really visually striking.

Vegetables are put a lot, and there are no cucumbers. The side dishes and kimchi are also arranged in an orderly manner. But it's not at all like Kwon Yoo-ri's imaginary home for a single man.

It seems that although Rong Oba does not pay attention to dressing up, he still pays attention to personal hygiene.

Cold noodles, rice cakes, squid rolls, pig's trotters, dumplings, and snow-melted soup are all bought from outside and put in the refrigerator.

There are also some desserts and ice cream, but not many. What's the matter with only two bottles of yogurt next to it, just two bottles, and it's not enough to divide it later.

Because it was originally Wu Jaerong who kept it for himself.

Kwon Yoo-ri took out the yogurt, took four cups, and divided the yogurt. I thought to myself, [Drink it first, and then talk about it, when there are more people, it will be even more difficult to divide.] 】

Stop, demon, that's the rations of the poor monks. If Wu Zairong is here, he will definitely leave two lines of tears. Haha, mouth beard.

As for the meat. Korean beef, chicken, pork belly, pork neck. And all lean meat? Who would eat this kind of thing?

No, why is there a key here?

"Sooyan Oni, why is there a key here?"

[Because of the schedule, I may be late today, so you can have fun by yourself.] Jung so-yeon, who was reading the letter, was interrupted by Kwon Yoo-ri again.

Oh, how did I forget this.

"Really?" Jung so-yeon pretended to be casual and walked over and took the key from Kwon Yoo-ri, "Maybe he left the key here." ”

"Ernie, what's the key?"

"The room inside."

"Is that the locked room? What is it for, and why not let us in? The only one who can say this with a big grin is Jin who is ten years old.

"Yes......" Zheng Xiuyan thought about it, or tell the truth, she couldn't find any good reason to prevaricate. It's a recording studio. ”

In Zheng Xiuyan's view, the recording studio is already a relatively private place. Speaking of which, I don't think I'm curious anymore.

But she didn't take into account that there were two ten-year-old children in the team she led today.

"Studio." Hearing this word, Zheng Xiujing's whole person became excited. Although she was discovered by talent scouts with Zheng Xiuyan when she was seven years old, she is not yet an official trainee and has not started training. The studio or something, she was really curious.

"Is there really a recording studio? Right at home, it's a big deal! Although he loves dancing, because of his magic, Kim Hyo-yeon also looked at Zheng Xiuyan with a blank eye.

Only Kwon Yoo-ri behaved normally and did not make a fuss. It's just that her eyes sweeping the door of the recording studio from time to time betrayed her inner thoughts.

"Okay," Zheng Xiuyan shook the key in her hand, "Let's go in and have a look, but don't touch it." ”

In Rong Oba just said not to let strangers in. Kwon Yoo-ri and Kim Hyo-yeon, he knows both; Zheng Xiujing, who is also her sister, is not a stranger. Just remember to lock it when you come out.

Click, Zheng Xiuyan pushed open the door.

A spacious recording studio appeared, with a larger footprint than just a living room.

"Originally, there were three adjoining rooms, plus one, but I personally opened them all up and used them as a recording studio. By the way, this sofa was not placed here. Zheng Xiuyan said in a somewhat ostentatious tone, "How is it?" Not bad, right? ”

"So handsome." This is the first time that Zheng Xiujing has come into close contact with the real objects of these recording equipment.

Even Kim Hyo-yeon and Kwon Yoo-ri, who had been in contact with the recording studio at the company, were amazed. No way, who let the company's public recording studio use it for so long, it has not been updated, and it looks a little shabby. Compared with the place where Wu Zairong has just finished renovating and is still transporting things inside, the difference is a bit big.

Clean and bright hardwood floors, dark-coloured and calming soundproofing panels, a mixer with dense buttons, and a variety of high-end audio equipment. What comes to you is a high-end atmosphere and high-grade feeling, not the kind of shoddy toys.

And that's not all, it's just the control room.

Across the glass is where the recording is actually done. Microphones aside, the orderly placement of various instruments is enough to make people marvel.

With the consent of the high-spirited Zheng Xiuyan, they opened the door inside. With Jung so-yeon as the 'producer', Kim Hyo-yeon, Kwon Yoo-ri, and Xiao Jing, the 'beautiful girl group' began recording. The four of them made a fuss in the room.

After playing for a while, I felt that the time was about the same, and Zheng Xiuyan, who was almost there, suggested leaving the studio. Kwon Yoo-ri and Kim Hyo-yeon readily agreed, only Xiao Jing was still reluctant to talk to the microphone. However, under the power of her Ernie, she can only obediently quit.

Zheng Xiuyan was the last to go out, and before going out again, she saw an unfamiliar, relatively small guitar bag.

Newly bought? Jung so-yeon walked over to the guitar bag.

After coming so many times, Zheng Xiuyan can be said to know everything in the room. As long as it's not familiar, it's something new.

Driven by curiosity, Zheng Xiuyan opened the bag. A pink, beautiful guitar appeared in front of her, and it was a lady's.

Not to mention the timbre or anything, its exquisite shape alone has already touched Zheng Xiuyan's girlish heart.

This must be a gift.

I touched the surface of the guitar and it was very comfortable. This gift, yes, she is very satisfied.

Some time ago, I pestered Rong Oba to learn from him to create, because I coveted his title of 'genius creator'. He said that if you want to learn to compose, it is best to master an instrument first, which is as easy to start as a guitar or an electronic organ.

Zheng Xiuyan, who has no savings, is definitely not enough pocket money to buy a good musical instrument. Although she didn't say it, Wu Zairong probably knew, so she customized a good guitar as her birthday gift.

Carefully taking it out, Jung so-yeon decided to take a good look at her gift.

How can you only surprise once? Just as Zheng Xiuyan took the guitar out of the guitar bag, she found a very beautifully packaged gift box.

Jaerong Oba had already estimated that he would come in, and Zheng Xiuyan felt a little blushing.

It reads

[It's not yours, don't look at it.]

What about you, Jung so-yeon.

Look, then I'll give it to you. 】

It's like a birthday present, and it always feels weird to give a musical instrument on your birthday.

Zheng Xiuyan put aside the guitar that had not yet been warmed and carefully opened the gift box.

Inside is,

Nothing.

Zheng Xiuyan blinked cutely, how could it be?

It must be opened in the wrong way.

Zheng Xiuyan closed the gift box, and then solemnly opened it again. Or not.

How can it be turned off once and then it will be changed? Zheng Xiuyan pouted, and was tricked by him again.

A flash of inspiration flashed through her mind.

Zheng Xiuyan put the box on the table and looked at it seriously, as if facing a great enemy. Years of experience as an agent told her the result, and she gently tapped the bottom of the box with her hand, and Jung so-yeon showed a satisfied look. Sure enough, the bottom was empty, with a mezzanine.

Skillfully opening the mezzanine without destroying the structure of the box, Zheng Xiuyan finally found the target she was looking for.

The above is all Zheng Xiuyan's personal imagination, she just violently dismantled Wu Zairong's blindfolding.

This gift box, Wu Zairong prepared it alone, just to tease her.

A necklace, lying quietly inside.

It's Cartier's new model, and I don't know why, it's this that flashes through my mind. Zheng Xiuyan smiled embarrassedly.

After admiring the necklace, Jung quickly put the guitar and gift box back in place, pretended that nothing had happened, and left the studio.

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Park Jung-so asked Jung so-yeon, who was sitting on the side, "Don't you really need to prepare a cake?" "The girls were busy in the kitchen, because the scene was already set up, and the boys had to sit there and find nothing to do, so it was embarrassing.

Zheng Xiuyan, who also didn't have to do things, was not conscious at all, and took a bite of the apple, "No, it's already booked, and I'll come in a while." ”

Ding dong. The doorbell rang.

It's really Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here.

Park Jung-so went to open the door, and a large cake box was placed on a cart, alone, and there was no one next to him.

Don't you need a signature?

Park Jung-so scratched his head.

A figure walked out from the side, very sharp.

"Senpai!"

PS (The second middle school is really going to kneel, because there is no class in the afternoon, and I swear to have three more chapters.)

As a result, it took five hours to code and an afternoon to code on the computer, and it took me to code 3,000 words, drunk, drunk. ）

PS (100 chapters.,Ask for collection.,Ask for recommendation.,5555555)