After two days, Miyako will return to China, and she has not chosen a gift.

When Xiao Nian reached out and pressed the Bluetooth headset, the call status remained, and there was no sound on Gongao. It is estimated that she is shutting down the microphone as she is now.

Gift.

Gift.

What kind of gift do you pick who knows what Miyake will like, and people like him have everything.

She didn't ask for him to like him, as long as he didn't lose his temper, but she couldn't think of anything.

When Xiao Nian thought of a headache, holding a handbag in his hand, walking aimlessly on the street, walking in the cool water of the night.

Daddy, she stopped.

There were several vans parked on the side of the road in front of the road. The people standing next to the van were either squatting or holding an oversized SLR camera and patted somewhere.

Reporter?

When Xiaonian stood aside, he glanced at the angle of their shooting.

I saw the city's most prestigious Crowne Plaza Hotel across the street. The hotel's doorway was dazzling at the moment, and a red carpet was straight from the hotel door to the roadside.

Several luxury cars stopped at the door.

It’s an acquaintance who comes down from a luxury car. It’s an acquaintance who can’t be familiar with it. Right now, I can only call it an acquaintance.

Because legally, they have nothing to do with each other.

In a suit, the adoptive father took the hand of the foster mother Qiu Qiujun from the luxury car to the hotel, and the pace was full of wind.

Then, it was Mu Qianchu’s parents, a pair of extravagant couples, and walking was much more subtle than time.

Then, it was the flute of an evening dress that took Mu Qian’s arms and got out of the car. The two men walked into the hotel, and the flute leaned against him and said something intimately.

Across the street, Xiao Nian could not see the expression on their faces, only that they love each other.

It's them.

When Xiao Nian stood by the road, his fingers tightened his handbag.

The reporters on the side talked about the day while taking pictures.

"Come on, take two more shots."

"The flute is really the winner of life, marrying into the giants, and the goddess of entertainment. The people of the family are following the chickens and dogs. You see, a family feast makes the parents go ahead."

"What do you know, I heard that the father of the whistle made a lot of power for the president of the prince."

"I heard that Mu Qianchu will soon announce that he has become the new president of Mow."

“I heard that the restaurant at this Crown Hotel is very expensive and delicious. It is good to have a bite.”

"Please, people are making a family feast, and we will invite our reporters."

"Oh, it’s the same people. People live and have more money and more money. We only have to take pictures here."

""

Family feast.

It turned out to be a family feast.

When Xiao Nian looked at the people who walked into the hotel door, looking at the flute's hand has been holding Mu Qianchu, and the foster mother said something, and a few elders laughed.

Family harmony?

The time is quite harmonious, and it is even more ambiguous to remove her.

When Xiaonian was standing there like a root wood, looking at the adoptive parents, they walked into the hotel. It felt like she was placed in a relative's house when she was a child, and then they watched them travel with the flute.

When she was last name, she was the biggest outsider at the time.

Mu Qianchu seems to be very loving with the flute. He also said what to help her. What to say for a week, to jump out of this game together, I don’t know if it’s true or not.

When Xiaonian glanced at the brightly lit hotel, he turned and left alone.

Just like when she was a child, her adoptive parents took the time flute to play. She didn’t cry or make trouble, and turned silently.

Not wanting to make trouble, she understands that it is useless to make trouble.

Her life always seems to be like this. When faced with a change, she is always unable to resist. She can only bear it silently. This is the case with her adoptive parents.

She walked alone on the street, passing a steaming barbecue stall.

"Boss, give me some beer and skewers."

When Xiao Nian stopped, he said to the boss.

The barbecue stalls were full of people, and it was very lively. She sat in it but she was very cold and lonely.

She sat alone, opened a can of beer and poured it into her mouth, and some bitter taste spread out in her mouth.

A can.

Two cans.

Three cans.

Pushing the empty beer can, when Xiao Nian uses his hand as a fan, fan out the alcohol smell in his mouth, and when the consciousness is still clear, he will check out and leave.

She can't really be drunk.

Otherwise, it would be a bad thing for Gong Ou to call.

"Ha ha."

When Xiao Nian walked on the road, thinking about it, he smiled sillyly, and a slightly flushed face was full of irony to himself.

She really failed. The adoptive parents abandoned her. She could do nothing; when the flute designed her, she could do nothing; Miyao had no doubt about her, and she monitored her 24 hours in a tight air. She could do nothing.

When you are young, when can you get your head out and when can you live for two days?

When Xiao Nian smiled at himself, the steps were not neatly walking on the street.

Suddenly, she turned around.

On the right hand side is a light advertising area in a super-large shopping mall. The lights are bright and dazzling, and there is a perfume advertisement on it, which is repackaged by Mow.

Xiao Nian people looked at it slightly.

It seems to be the perfume that Mu Qianchu recommended to her last time, saying that it is suitable for her.

In large-scale advertising, the perfume bottle is taller than her. The bottle is very delicate and gorgeous. The bottle mouth is the appearance of an elf. The hands are surrounded by the shape of love. It looks like a sense of luxury. The bottle flows. The perfume is light pink and beautiful.

a line of slogans next to the perfume

A very simple sentence.

When Xiao Nian stood there, staring at the slogan, he hadn’t been stunned for a long time.

A night wind hit, blowing her long skirt, blowing her long hair, long hair covering her eyes, fascinated her sight.

I just want to think of you.

For a long time, pedestrians passed by her side.

She was still staring at the huge advertisement and looking at the slogan above.

Remember

Who remembers who?

Mu Qianchu, do you know that you still owe me memories, and even dare to make such slogans on perfume advertisements.

When Xiao Nian thought, the night wind blew her head up, she knocked on her head and turned to leave.

As soon as she turned her face, she saw a white open-top Porsche sports car parked on the side of the road. Mu Qian was sitting in the driver's seat and looked straight at her with a pair of eyes.

Time suddenly stops at this second.

When I was staring at the people in the car, I didn’t have any sound.

Mu Qianchu looked at her quietly, and the wind blew her skirt. She stood there in a slim, extraordinarily pure and moving.

On the light advertisement behind her, a line of words was looming.

My elf, just want to think of you.

A "thinking" word, let time Xiaonian once again can't tell the truth and the past, just standing on the street and looking at the car in a foolish way, a clear face reveals confusion, murmured, "You are Is it early?"

Is that the beginning of the thousand?

Was that who relied on her all the time, holding her hand and saying that she would protect her from the beginning of her?

Is that person?

"It's me, how, I don't know me." Mu Qianchu chuckled and broke the weird atmosphere between the two.

When I heard the words, Xiao Nian thought back to God, and the sound of the surrounding water suddenly went into her ear and made her wake up.

She reached out and pressed her head, and drinking some wine was easy to make people think of chaos.

"what happened to you"

Mu Qianchu looked at her and her eyes were a little worried.

When Xiao Nian looked at him, he appeared in front of him and walked into the hotel with the whistle. She tightened her lips and turned away without saying a word.

When Mu Qianchu saw it, he immediately pushed the car and got off the bus. He quickly caught up with her. "Little thought, what are you running?"

When Xiao Nian went to the alley where the light was not so strong, the steps were a little dazzling.

"Little thoughts"

Mu Qianchu grabbed her arm from behind and forced her to hold.

"Let go."

When Xiao Nian opened his hand, his face had a distinct indifference.

"What's wrong with you?" Mu Qianchu looked at her in a wrong way. It was not good before.

Two people stood in the quiet alley, the light was dark, the wind blew, and the smell of her body fell on him.

Mu Qianchu looked at her unbelievably, "You have drunk."

She has never been drinking.

"I go first."

When I was young, I didn’t want to say anything. I just wanted to leave. She lifted her foot forward and her arm was once again pulled by Mu Qianchu. Mu Qianchu’s five fingers gathered, and her slender arm was easily grasped.

"Small thoughts, why are you doing something, why do you want to drink?" Mu Qian asked in agony.

He was concerned about the gentle voice that made the head of the whispering wine whitish for a second.