The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 416 0416. The Land of Romance, France (35)

Zhuang Xinian pursed her lips, glanced at Papa Zhuang, and was about to speak when Papa Zhuang stopped her.

"Okay, okay, whether you're tired or not, go back first, and Dad will cook something delicious for you!"

Zhuang's father saw his daughter pursing her lips, thinking that he had hit her daughter's sad point, and quickly changed the subject before her daughter could speak.

His father was so nervous, of course Zhuang Xinian knew why, so he obeyed and didn't bring up the topic.

Whatever the end result should be.

Zhuang Xinian was quite open-minded.

When the painting was finished, she also saw other people's works.

In all conscience, it is really good-looking, the color matching, and the proficiency of painting skills are all better than hers.

Although Zhuang Xinian was prepared to lose the election, there was still a little bit of luck in his heart, and he always wanted to know the final result.

If she really lost the election at that time, she would be able to return to China with peace of mind and continue to go to school obediently.

But what if she stepped on some shit luck and really got in? !

There is always a dream, what if it really comes true?

After returning to the manor, Zhuang's father asked Zhuang Xinian to go up to rest, while he went to the kitchen, kicked out the chef, and started his big business of feeding.

In fact, he hasn't cooked for a long time, especially for his daughter.

Since he started accepting invitations, he has been abroad almost all the time. Although he occasionally cooks a meal for himself to ensure the taste, he basically doesn't cook it many times.

Today, Zhuang's father was really a little nervous to cook a big meal for his daughter again.

Upstairs, Zhuang Xinian was lying on her bed, staring at the pink eyes in a daze.

After his eyes were blurred for a while, he quickly got up and pulled out a mobile phone from his backpack, opened the V letter, found the top Jiang Shaoheng window, and made a video call to him.

From the time the bell rang to the time when it hung up automatically, it was never picked up halfway.

Zhuang Xinian was puzzled. At this point, there is nothing wrong. It is night in China...

After thinking about it, Zhuang Xinian dialed again.

Another familiar ringtone, and another familiar ringing time.

The little girl had already prepared herself psychologically, and her mood slowly recovered a little, but Jiang Shaoheng's operation made her fall to the bottom in an instant.

"Humph!"

Zhuang Xinian turned off the phone, threw it aside, and threw herself into the quilt with a "slap".

The little girl murmured, and summed it up as a complaint against Jiang Shaoheng.

After thinking about it for a while, I heard the phone that I threw aside rang.

The little girl got up "gululu" and grabbed her phone to check. The video request came from Jiang Shaoheng.

Zhuang Xinian originally wanted to wait for him to hang up, but in the end she couldn't hold back the connection.

As soon as the picture stabilized, and before Zhuang Xinian could say anything to complain about him, Jiang Shaoheng spoke first, "Niannian, I'm sorry, I was taking a shower just now, and I didn't receive it. It's my fault, don't be angry, okay?"

Looking at Jiang Shaoheng's dripping hair on the screen, Zhuang Xinian pursed his lips, "hummed" arrogantly, and murmured, "Okay, I'll forgive you! Hurry up!" Dry your hair! It’s easy to catch a cold if you have a heater, okay?”

(End of this chapter)