Chapter 389: President, Do You Want to Go?
The space inside is larger, Qiao Yuxin's eyes widened slightly, it turned out to be a music room......
The brand new piano was placed in the corner of the wall, the packaging had not been removed, and on the other side were other instruments, including guitars, violins, and guzheng.
"Presumably Cousin Xin'er is good at musical instruments, right? I don't know what you like, so I'm going to prepare this gift for you without permission! โ
Cen Ziyan shrugged his shoulders, when he heard his grandparents talk about Qiao Taroxin, he was very interested in this cousin he had never met.
First, he doesn't have a sister, and he has wanted to have a sister to love since he was a child!
Second, this legendary cousin, he wants to try her talent, is there no ink in his belly?
Qiao Taro Xin did know how to play a musical instrument, she stepped forward and gently touched the brand-new piano, her movements were cautious and full of love.
"Thank you, second cousin, I learned piano when I was a child, and since my father married my stepmother, I dropped out of the piano training class, and now I guess I am very unfamiliar."
Grandma suddenly felt a little distressed, her poor granddaughter was suffering outside!
Her eyes are getting deeper and deeper, it seems that she has to entertain the man who eloped with Xi'er back then, as well as the stepmother in Xin'er's mouth!
"Xin'er, if you return to our Cen family, you won't suffer in the future, and you will feel sorry for your grandmother."
Grandma stretched out her trembling hand and gently touched Qiao Taroxin's face, her eyes full of love.
"Hmm!"
Cen Ziyan touched the bridge of his nose and stood aside, as if he had become a light bulb for the two grandchildren.
stayed in the Cen family castle for one night, and the next afternoon, Qiao Yuxin set off for the imperial capital, and Lin Hong was responsible for following.
My grandparents were very reluctant, standing not far from the helicopter, watching it take off and disappear into the clouds in the sky.
Even the blue-black tiger Di Sai was lying at Cen Zirin's feet, losing the vitality of Qiao Taro when he first came.
Cen Zilin glanced at the tiger lying on the ground, frowned, and flashed between his eyebrows:
"Cousin will come over next time."
When the words fell, the blue-black tiger seemed to understand that, roared, stood up, and shook the supple hair on his body.
"Di Sai also likes our Xin'er, and my grandmother loves us too!"
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Imperial capital
The weekend has passed, and it is the last week of the semester.
Murong Le received a notice from the class leader, saying that her work had been shortlisted, and asked her to prepare a PPT and show it on stage on Monday.
The good news is that among the ten selected works, a round of competition will be held, and the final five will be decisive to get different batches of bonuses!
Murong Le was a little interested in this prize, after all, she worked so hard for the scholarship.
"President, the principal of Emperor Shadow, I invite you to be a guest of the academic work competition and rate the students, you see?"
He Tezhu reported to Murong Bojing and cast an inquiring gaze.
Emperor Ying is their Miss Le's school, I don't know if the president is interested......
"NoโEmperor Shadow? Xiaole's room? โ
Murong Bojing's hand signing the document paused slightly, and his voice was unwavering, without a trace of ups and downs.
"Yes, President. And our Miss Le's work has also been selected for the final competition, do you want to take a look? โ
He Tezhu wiped the sweat from his forehead, he was under the invisible pressure exerted by the president, and finally finished speaking!
After a moment of silence, Murong Bojing continued to sign his name.
Just when He Tezhu thought that the president was reluctant to go, he only heard:
"Go."
"Okay, President!"