So how do you spend this holiday? Zhuo Yang was a little worried. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Still practicing and training as usual? The school is empty, and it looks particularly deserted in the winter, walking alone on the campus, not only empty and bleak, but also a little gloomy. Three days ago, when the University of Music was on vacation, all the classrooms were closed, and the doors were locked. Some time ago, I was planning to spend my honeymoon, but then I was confused, Zhuo Yang forgot all about practicing the piano during the holidays, where to find the key at this time?

The Madiburg club was basically closed, leaving some cats and dogs on duty. It's not impossible to have to go to training, but even the electricians, watermen, and cleaners on the peninsula have gone home, and it's quite troublesome to use the training equipment, and it's a bit of a fool to look at how to be alone.

Lying in the quilt, Zhuo Yang couldn't help but let out a breath of turbidity. Darkly, he felt as if he had forgotten something important.

After thinking about it carefully, suddenly, he slammed his head. Fuck me! How could you almost forget something so important?

Zhuo Yang lifted the quilt and jumped to the floor barefoot, with no bare skin and no flesh except for a pair of boxers.

Since he was a child, he liked to sleep like this, whether it was spring, summer, autumn or winter. If it weren't for the inconvenience and extreme unsightliness of releasing water in the middle of the night, he would have retained this side of the Pure Land of Shame. After more than ten years of habitual formation, as long as he sleeps, Zhuo Yang will naturally take off like this. Even if you drink and get drunk, you will subconsciously complete a series of undressing actions.

Zhuo Yang opened the drawer on the right side of the desk, took out a rose-colored item, and then jumped back into the warm bed. Tuck the corners of the quilt, he shrunk his head down, and arched his mouth and chin together, leaving his nostrils still breathing outside. Facing the sky on his back, Zhuo Yang opened the thing.

This is an invitation, an invitation from Berlin.

The invitation that Zhuo Yang received last week was handed directly to him by someone at noon.

The invitation reads:

Your Excellency Mr. Zhuo Yang, I cordially invite you to attend the 8th birthday banquet of the despised little girl Midel Swinburn at 19 p.m. on January 8, 2003 at Chesterton Manor, Berlin. We look forward to welcoming you with your family and friends!

Signed by your friend: Andrew Swinburn

Little angel Midel's birthday is coming!

Zhuo Yang likes this cute and beautiful little girl very much, although he has only seen her twice. One was when Midel fell into the water and was rescued by Zhuo Yang alone, and once was when Midelle's family made a special trip to the University of Music to express their gratitude. Not counting the time when he fell into the water, in Carl Norman's office, Zhuo Yang immediately fell in love with the crystal clear little angel, and it was difficult for you to like such a cute little girl carved in pink and jade. Who wouldn't protect and feel sorry for a little girl like honey? And Midel also clearly shows trust and intimacy with Zhuo Yang. Zhuo Yang was not only her lifesaver, but also untied her knot of fear, Zhuo Yang convinced Midel that the death threat was just a small accident and a joke from heaven.

In the professor's office, Midel took Zhuo Yang's hand and refused to let go, calling "brother, brother" endlessly. Zhuo Yang also agreed to Mr. Swinburn's invitation to be a guest that day, but later he had to give up because he really couldn't spare time.

On the frenzied night when Rubber Lips met Swinburn, Midel's father solemnly sent an invitation to Zhuo Yang, hoping that he would come to Midel's birthday party after the New Year, and Zhuo Yang happily agreed at the time, and later received this very formal invitation. When he first got the invitation, Zhuo Yang was still thinking in his heart: Why is a child's birthday so serious?

Good fellow, I almost forgot about it. Midel knows, maybe what kind of resentment? Maybe that cute little mouth is so pouting that you can tie the head of a donkey.

Thinking of the lovely Midel, Zhuo Yang had no reason not to go, that little girl couldn't help but like her. But you can't go empty-handed, can you? What kind of gifts do you want to prepare? This stumped Zhuo Yang again.

Zhuo Yang is too young and has no experience in many things. Like now, he had no idea what to give to an eight-year-old girl.

Lying in the bed, he pondered: send flowers? Not good. Giving toys? I don't know what the little angel likes. Snacks? Isn't it too casual again? Why don't you want to think about what you give to your children in China?

Come to think of it, the favorite thing for Chinese children is the New Year's money. You can't just give a German aristocratic girl a red envelope and stuff a few banknotes and hand them over, right?

After thinking about it for a long time, I still didn't have a clue. Why don't you ask someone? Who to look for?

Hey, by the way, there is a suitable person, she must know what gift is the right one.

Li Xiaoqing!!

Miss Xiaoqing has been rich and beautiful since she was a child, she is well-informed, and she is a woman, and women are all from little girls, so she knows what the eight-year-old girl likes.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Yang didn't care about thirty-seven twenty-one, picked up the mobile phone on the bedside table, looked at the time, it was still early, maybe Na Nizi hadn't gotten up yet. Whatever, I can't sleep, and you don't want to be leisurely.

Before he could dial the number, the mobile phone rang suddenly, startling Zhuo Yang, who was unprepared, and almost threw Nokia out. At a glance, hey, it's such a coincidence, it's really a good idea, the call is from Li Xiaoqing.

In the past month, Zhuo Yang and Li Xiaoqing have become very familiar. Don't look at Zhuo Yang busy all day, but Li Xiaoqing knows his schedule clearly, and calls Zhuo Yang to go out. There is nothing else, no movie tour park is not went, just one thing - go to the restaurant!

Li Xiaoqing has a soft spot for food, and is an absolute standard beauty foodie.

A good-looking person is called a foodie, and an ugly person is called a rice bucket. No way, this is a society that looks at faces. If a beautiful woman has to laugh at herself for being a rice bucket, you must not continue the topic, who picks up who is stupid. Because even if it is a beauty, it is also a carved rice bucket.

Li Xiaoqing loves to eat and is not fat, who do you talk to?

God is fair, and if he gives you an ordinary face, he will definitely give you another mediocre brain, so that you can be willing to work the ground. If he gives you a super good look, it will definitely give you a perfect body.

There are too many such God's favorites, and Li Xiaoqing is undoubtedly the most favored one of them.