Gu Yun, "…"
Ten minutes later, Gu Yun came out with a big box in his arms. Qiao Liang looked out of the car window only to see Gu Yun clumsily walking out with the box in his arms and two salesmen happily seeing him off. He frowned and thought coldly, "Did this guy buy all the facial masks he needs to wear for a year?"
Gu Yun put the box into the trunk and sat on the driver's seat with his face covered. He looked back and said to Qiao Liang, "Young Master, I've bought the facial masks."
Qiao Liang thought coldly, "Did you buy all the facial masks?! Is my skin so bad? Do I need so many facial masks?! " But he still kept a straight face. After Gu Yun started the engine, he asked unhurriedly, "What facial masks did you buy?"
Gu Yun took a hard look at Qiao Liang from behind and felt a chill run down his spine. He said in a low voice, "Young Master, I bought the most popular facial mask as you asked me to …"
Qiao Liang grunted and lowered his eyes. At this time, Gu Yun gently started the clutch. Just then, Qiao Liang asked, "Do you think my skin is bad?"
The clutch suddenly loosened, and the car stalled. Fortunately, the performance of this car was particularly good, and it did not shake. Gu Yun's heart instantly became cold, and his hands tightly grasped the steering wheel, swallowing his saliva, "Young Master, no! Your skin is more tender than freshly made tofu. How can I think your skin is bad?! My skin is bad! "
"So you mean I want to be a gigolo?"
Gu Yun, "…" Young Master, you're really good at misinterpreting people's words!
Just when Gu Yun was at a loss of what to do, Qiao Liang's private cell phone suddenly rang. Qiao Liang frowned and took out his cell phone. When he saw the caller ID, his face involuntarily softened. Seeing Qiao Liang's expression from the rearview mirror, Gu Yun immediately started the engine and drove away.
Qiao Liang picked up the phone and said gently, "Yes, I've had breakfast. It's very sumptuous." Qiao Liang said as he picked up the pocket on the side of the seat and read the contents one by one. "There's oatmeal, steamed buns with fresh meat, poached eggs and a sandwich."
Tang Xi was drooling as she listened to Qiao Liang's words. She hadn't had a sandwich for a long time! And the fresh meat dumplings … I really want to eat them!
"It's more sumptuous than mine …" A certain foodie said with a hint of jealousy.
Qiao Liang, "…"
Gu Yun heard his young master discussing breakfast with others in a gentle tone that he had never heard before. He instantly felt that he must be hallucinating. Young master, don't you only say useful things in business? Aren't you a man of your word? Why are you holding a breakfast bag and speaking in such a gentle manner?
Qiao Liang seemed to be able to read Gu Yun's mind and looked up at him. Gu Yun, who had been absent-minded, hurriedly sat up straight, looked straight ahead and focused on driving. Tang Xi seemed to ask him something. Qiao Liang put down the breakfast bag and answered the phone with his left hand. He rested his head on the window with his right hand and closed his eyes. "Yes, I'm on the way home."
"Okay, you go to class first."
Qiao Liang hung up the phone. Gu Yun was on high alert again, but miraculously, Qiao Liang didn't talk to him anymore but closed his eyes in satisfaction to take a nap.
Gu Yun felt as if he had run into a ghost. Could it be that the person who could control Young Master was Miss Xiao?
On the other side of things, Tang Xi hung up the phone and walked towards the Office of the Director of Academic Affairs. Mr. He had been watching her from behind. Seeing Tang Xi walking over, he hurriedly followed her and asked, "Xiao Rou, are you really going to prepare for the entrance exam? In fact, you've only been in class for less than a month. You don't have to be so anxious. "
Tang Xi looked back at Mr. He and the students who were leaning against the window and looking out. She smiled and said, "Mr. He and the other students, I think you know I have to finish the entrance exam as soon as possible. Otherwise, I'll really become an old student. I'm going to consult the dean of academic affairs. If possible, I hope I can enter the senior high school after the National Day."
"Xiao Rou, our school's art performance is coming soon. In fact, I hope you can participate in the art performance on behalf of our school. You know our class …"
Tang Xi smiled and asked, "When will the art performance be held?"
She had never attended an art performance when she was studying in the capital, and she didn't even go to watch the art performance, so she almost forgot when it was. But now that she had the chance, she certainly didn't want to miss the beauty that she had missed before. Even if she didn't perform on the stage, she could still watch the performance from the audience.
"Have you decided to participate?" Mr. He looked at Tang Xi in surprise and hurriedly said, "The art performance is on October 10th. Can you participate?"
"Our class has prepared a stage play, ballet, and chorus. Which one do you want to participate in?" Mr. He's eyes sparkled. Tang Xi looked up at the other students and found that almost all of them were looking at her like Mr. He. She smiled and said, "You're all looking at me like this. If I don't participate, I'll feel sorry for you."
Mr. He smiled and looked back at the students of Class A. Almost all the students shouted, "Xiao Rou, you can go to school after the art performance!" In their eyes, Xiao Rou was omnipotent. Although she grew up in the countryside, her grades were very good, better than almost all the students in their class, and even better than Ning Ke's. Ning Ke still didn't know how to solve some math problems, and he was still learning French, but Tang Xi was different. She seemed to have learned it a long time ago and could do everything!
Tang Xi looked at their expectant faces and smiled. "Since you think so highly of me, I'll participate." Then she looked at Mr. He and said, "Please sign me up for a piano performance."
Everyone looked at Tang Xi in surprise. Ning Ke, who was standing in the corridor, looked at her and asked, "Can you play the piano?"
Ning Ke had been good at almost everything since he was a child. Nothing was difficult for him and he could learn everything very quickly, but! Unfortunately, he was completely clueless about musical instruments. This was his greatest pain, and it was also what his brothers loved to tease him about. Therefore, he had always had a paranoid sense of worship for those who could play the piano …
Tang Xi saw Ning Ke's eyes and wondered if this kid had become a fan again!
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