The first bamboo horse: spoiled little green plum

Chapter 264 0264. We will meet again! (9)

The next day, Zhuang Xinian fell asleep and woke up naturally.

But when he woke up, the light in the room was still dim, Zhuang Xinian turned his head in a daze, saw the decoration in the room, blinked his eyes, and gradually regained his consciousness.

Oh, this is not my room, this is Brother Shaoheng's room.

Zhuang Xinian got up slowly, hugged the quilt and sat for a while, then threw away the quilt and got out of bed, walked around a few times to find her little slippers and put them on before going out.

Jiang Shaoheng made her breakfast in the kitchen.

When he heard the sound, Jiang Shaoheng took the time to look back, and then said: "Nian Nian, you go back to the room, I brought your mouthwash cup, it's in the bathroom in the room."

Zhuang Xinian looked up at Jiang Shaoheng who was still struggling with the kitchen utensils, nodded with a long reflex arc, then turned and went back.

When Zhuang Xinian sleeps too little, she will stagger around, and she won't listen to what you say, but when she sleeps too much, she will be like this now, with a long reflex arc.

Jiang Shaoheng obviously knew it, so he didn't speak as fast as before. He slowed down and waited for her to go by herself.

After washing up, Zhuang Xinian was fully awake when she came out again.

There is nothing sober that cannot be solved by washing your face!
If so, wash two!
"Come over and have breakfast." Jiang Shaoheng sat at the dining table and waved to her.

Zhuang Xinian ran over obediently, sat down and ate breakfast.

The first day of the holiday, although not the first day of the holiday in the strict sense, Zhuang Xinian still posted a space on QQ in a regular manner: There is nothing that can restrain my prehistoric power anymore!

Then there are a bunch of likes at the bottom, and some people will like to comment after likes.

One of the comments was particularly stupid.

Mu Qingyun is a big idiot: Xiaogu, hurry up and go back with the teacher.

Yes, that's right, the one above is Zhuang Xi's note to Mu Qingyun.

In fact, at that time Zhuang Xinian was directly writing about the idiot.

But Jiang Shaoheng thought that the remark seemed too intimate, so he forced Zhuang Xinian to add Mu Qingyun's name in front of it.

After typing the notes, Zhuang Xinian just pointed at the notes and couldn't help laughing.

Because that would be the same as direct mocking.

Every time he opened Mu Qingyun's dialog box, Zhuang Xinian would laugh for a while.

After posting the space, Zhuang Xinian originally wanted to talk about playing a small game for a while, but she didn't expect her work to come again.

Because Zhuang Xinian often runs on both sides, the computers on both sides will turn on and hang up Zhuang's father's mailbox. As soon as the mail comes, Zhuang Xinian can receive it in time no matter where he is.

As his father's caring little padded jacket, Zhuang Xinian could only open the email obediently, and then translate it for Dad Zhuang.

Because the letters are all in English, Zhuang Xinian's translation is OK.

She is not a child prodigy, how could she know the languages ​​of so many countries at such a young age.

English can play so smoothly all because of the work of these email translations.

But fortunately, the emails were all about the follow-up work report of the art exhibition that Papa Zhuang held before abroad, and there was no new art exhibition to invite Papa Zhuang.

So Zhuang Xinian wrote a reply to every email with ease.

Of course, it is in the tone of Zhuang's father!

Judging from her skillful appearance, this kind of thing must have been done a lot.

Zhuang's father may really be a real father, right?
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(End of this chapter)