Madam Dihao is not good

She took it out and picked it out, because she was too embarrassed to give away the bad ones, so she chose the most satisfying one.

Is he worthy of him?

I found a blank piece of paper and copied it again. Chanel's handwriting was still quite beautiful.

Signed, her pseudonym: Dizzy fish.

After the font was dry, it was rolled up, and another red ribbon was found, wrapped around it, and tied into a bow. [

It would be more decent if there was a box like a picture scroll, but unfortunately I didn't find it.

Chanel comforted herself: He is a fart, and giving him a gift is to think highly of him.This piece of music can be sold for at least 2000 yuan, which is half a month's living expenses for her.

Waiting for the banquet to end, waiting and waiting, Chanel fell asleep in a daze.

When she woke up again, she was woken up by a servant. She was sleeping soundly, and her eyes still couldn't open.

Annoyed, she covered her head with a pillow.

"Young mistress, wake up, don't sleep. Young mistress, the young master is waiting for you!"

"I'll talk about it tomorrow, I'm sleepy tonight..."

"No, it's the young master's birthday tonight, it's almost 12 o'clock, young mistress, young mistress, young mistress..."

echo.

Chanel finally broke away from the dream completely, sat up, and reluctantly got out of bed: "Okay, I'll wash my face, and I'll get down now."

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The party had obviously just ended.

The sanitation in the hall has not been cleaned up, there are ribbons, petals, and disposable knives and forks all over the place.

Su Shijie stood in front of the fireplace, admiring the oil painting, really narcissistic.

As soon as Chanel arrived in the hall, a servant brought a large stack of cakes, saying that the young master specially left them for her, and asked her to eat them all.

The plate was at least as big as a washbasin. It was said to be a piece of cake, but it was actually the same as the single layer cake on the outside!

"Eat them all?"

Chanel was dumbfounded at the time, but she had seen the prototype of the cake, which was a nine-story cake, as tall as hers.

So, this is one of them, and it’s actually not too much…[

The servant also felt embarrassed: "Uh... this is what the young master said..."

Chanel looked at Su Shijie, who was still looking at the oil painting with his back turned to her, with a swishing cold air coming from his back.