Chapter 26: Love on the Piano

Such a long day, day by day is like a year...... The summer vacation is also two months, and it passes in a blink of an eye...... However, for the past two months, she has crossed her fingers and almost gone crazy......

Because of madness, I lost my mind.

Only then did she show her hatred, and her voice was hoarse like a messenger from hell.

"The Devil...... Devil...... Aren't you trying to hurt me...... Come on...... Come on...... I'm a duck for you for free......"

The rich women spent a lot of money in order to raise ducks.

Nowadays, someone automatically comes to the door.

Who said that?

Life is like a QJ, if you can't resist it, just treat it as enjoyment.

At this moment, she left Ah Q and had no choice.

Just think he's a free duck. Moreover, he is in such a good figure, and there is no smell on his body...... The service is also quite thoughtful...... If it's a terrible nightmare, enjoy it in the dream.

His eyes were bewitching and confused: "Demon girl...... That's what you want, isn't it......"

She couldn't answer.

The breathing is uneven for a while, like a person lighting a fire and burning himself......

Each time, his strength increased, and the strings made a sound...... It's like a hand, playing a magic song...... Her strength was drained by such music......

At that time, she was no longer talking.

Neither can it.

Just a respite.

The rest is instinctive pandering.

When he was confused, he suddenly stopped, stared at the bright red face, and his voice was slightly hoarse: "Wheat...... If you don't have the last name Joe, how nice it would be......"

Her body shuddered.

If you don't have the last name Joe!

Sure enough, he went to her father, but she was helpless.

That night, Yi Xiangxi brought back a large box, and two workers helped move it in.

Qiao Wheat followed him to the study, Yi Xiangxi was unpacking the box, and waved at her: "Wheat, you come here." ”

The box was full of newspapers and magazines. Yi Xiangxi picked up the top newspaper and opened a column. It was a column by a fashionable female writer called Bingbing. The writer is a well-known figure in the fashion industry, writing about beauty, cosmetics, jewelry, the latest clothes, dressing celebrities, and a regular at major fashion awards. It is said that this is a genius girl, since the age of fifteen, an editor has chased after the door to ask for a manuscript, and there are artistic photos of her in the column, with bright eyes and bright teeth, and a good demeanor.

"Wheat, you cut out all of Bingbing's works and make newspaper clippings. That's what you do during this time, and you can also pass the time by the way. ”

Joe Wheat has never seen such a gorgeous pastebook, with a 24-karat gold cover and extremely gorgeous furnishings. The ordinary newspaper was cut out and pasted, and it immediately looked a hundred times worthy, extremely noble, like the appearance of the hostess.

Yi Xiangxi waited for her to ask, but she didn't ask anything, only said, "My deadline for completion?"

"The day you leave, this is a precious gift, you must do it well, not be sloppy. ”

Bingbing is his girlfriend, his old love and new love, and this gift is obviously given to her to please her. Is it a birthday gift?

All kinds of questions, but Qiao Wheat didn't ask any of them, and he didn't care.

She immediately put her head down and got to work.

It seems that Bingbing has been a columnist for more than ten years, and it is by no means a waste of fame.