Chapter 225. Birthday Gifts
Chapter 225. Birthday Gifts
Summer and Sun Xinxin once again came to the Walking Street. Although they said they were here to buy a gift for Zhao Qingqing, in reality, it was more like they were accompanying Sun Xinxin shopping.
Previously when Sun Xinxin was shopping with Xia Chen, she didn't buy it. But this time, she went shopping again and again, buying two dresses, a bag, and a necklace. She walked around until noon, and only when she coldly called to ask did she remember that Zhao Qingqing's gift still hadn't been bought.
"Big sister and wife of the police flower, I'm walking on the street and I've already bought a present for Zhao Qingqing!" Hurry up and promise me on the phone in the summer.
"What gift are you going to buy?" he asked coldly.
"How's the dress?" Summer looked at the dress Sun Xinxin bought and asked.
"Qing Qing doesn't like to wear skirts." He said coldly.
"What about the bag?" Xia asked again.
"Qing Qing doesn't like bags either." Icy cold made him even more unhappy.
"What about the necklace? If the necklace doesn't work, then the ring will too! " Xia Chen was a little depressed, why didn't this Zhao Qingqing like it at all?
"Qing Qing doesn't like jewelry either. I say, are you serious about finding gifts?" "I made you buy a present, but you didn't buy it even after a long time!"
"Big sister and wife of the police force, why is Zhao Qingqing so weird? Something that a girl likes, why doesn't she like it at all? " Summer also complained.
"Qingqing's character is similar to a boy's, how can other girls be like her, wanting to learn martial arts all day?" He said coldly.
"Learning martial arts?" Xia Xia Chen suddenly had an idea, "Big sister Hua Police, do you want me to give a martial arts manual to her?"
"How can there be any martial arts secret manuals these days?" He said coldly.
"I can write one myself!" Summer was confident of that.
Han Shanyue froze. He finally remembered that this scoundrel's martial arts was very high. He might actually be able to come up with a secret martial arts technique.
"Can you really write a martial arts secret manual?" Icy Cold Feelings felt that for a martial arts fanatic like Zhao Qingqing, if she could get a martial arts manual in the summer, she would be very happy.
"Of course you can, sister flower police, don't worry, I will immediately go back and write it. If it doesn't work, I will at most suffer a bit and take Zhao Qingqing as my little wife. She will definitely be happy." Summer said quickly.
Did he take Zhao Qingqing as his wife, or did he suffer a loss?
At this moment, he felt a cold urge to strangle the summer.
"Alright, we'll do as you say. Hurry up and get ready!" He coldly suppressed the impulse in his heart, quickly said a few words and hung up.
"Sister Xin, we should head back first. I need to spend some time to write a martial arts manual for Zhao Qingqing." After hanging up, he said to Sun Xinxin in the summer.
Sun Xinxin did not object, and the two returned to the academy's famous garden. After lunch, they bought pen and paper during the summer and began to make up martial arts secret manuals.
As for the name of the martial arts manual, after thinking about it for a while, Xia Xia Xia, then he took a female beating technique. He had seen some kind of female self-defense technique on the internet, but his was not for self-defense, but for beating people up, so he called it the female beating technique.
As soon as the binding was done, Icy Cold called and asked where he was.
In less than ten minutes, the cold car had arrived at the entrance of the academy's famous garden. Summer had gotten on the car with his secret scripture. Then, she followed him to the city council's courtyard.
Icy Cold was still wearing casual clothes today, a white shirt, a dark colored cowboy, and high heels. However, perhaps it was for the sake of taking care of her feelings during the summer, but this time, her heels were much shorter. Even so, they still seemed taller than the summer, which made her long legs still appear different.
He drove the car into the city council compound, parked the car coldly, and took the summer to the first floor. He went up to the third floor and rang the doorbell of Room 301.
The one who opened the door was Zhao Qingqing. She was still dressed in her sportswear and was not deliberately dressed up. Seeing the cold look on her face, she seemed very happy. "Sister Bing Bing, you came!"
Seeing the summer come soon after, Zhao Qingqing was even happier. "Wow! Master, you're here too?"
As he was overjoyed, Zhao Qingqing began to gossip, "Sister Bing Bing, how did you come here with master? "Ah, Sister Bing Bing, you couldn't really have been caught by Master Hua Xin, right?"
"Qing Qing, what are you talking about?" Why aren't you inviting the guests in! " A reproachful voice came from inside the room. It was the voice of a beautiful middle-aged woman.
"Got it, Mom!" Zhao Qingqing answered and then bent over towards the summer, giggling, "Master, Sister Bing Bing, please come in!"
Icily entering the room, he greeted the beautiful middle-aged woman who had just spoken: "Auntie Yu."
"Bing Bing, take a seat." The middle-aged woman greeted, "Your Uncle Zhao will be back soon. Is this young man your boyfriend?"
"Auntie Yu, it's summer." Icy Cold neither admitted nor denied, "Summer, this is Auntie Yu Mei, she's at work."
"Hello, Auntie Yu." Summer said hello.
A strange look flashed in Yu Yumei's eyes, "So this is that young man called Summer. Not bad, he looks like a genius!"
Zhao Qingqing couldn't help but mutter in her heart: "Is Master such a talented person?" My mom has such poor taste. "
"Bing Bing, you guys sit here. I'll go to the kitchen and prepare some food." Yu Yumei smiled and turned back to the kitchen.
"Sister Bing Bing, after the meal, don't leave with Master immediately. I still have a program." After Yu Yumei had left, Zhao Qingqing spoke in a hushed tone.
"You made an appointment with a friend to celebrate outside?"
"That's right! Sister Bing Bing, you and master must go! Let's go to the bar and drink!" Zhao Qingqing was afraid that her mother would hear her, so her voice grew softer and softer.
"Let's talk after dinner." Icy Cold didn't like going to places like bars, but he didn't want to disappoint Zhao Qingqing too early.
At this moment, the doorbell rang again. Zhao Qingqing hurriedly went to open the door.
"Dad, you're back!" Zhao Qingqing called out in surprise, "Eh, Dad, who is this person?"
It was Zhao Qingqing's father, the secretary of Jianghai City's Committee, Zhao Bingliang. Along with Zhao Bingliang, was a young man around twenty years old, nearly 1.8 meters tall, handsome, dashing, and with an extraordinary bearing. However, to Zhao Qingqing, this person was a stranger, because she had never seen this person before.
"Qing Qing, don't be so rude!" Zhao Bingliang frowned slightly. "This is your big brother Mingxuan, don't you remember?"
"Big brother Ming Xuan?" "Li Mingxuan?" Zhao Qingqing stared at the young man for a long time before looking distressed. "Dad, I really don't recognize him. When I last saw big brother Ming Xuan, I was only five years old, right?"
"Qing Qing, it's okay if we don't know each other, we can start to get to know each other again now." The young man smiled and extended his hand towards Zhao Qingqing, "Hello, I'm Li Mingxuan."
"Uh, hello, I'm Zhao Qingqing." Zhao Qingqing felt it was a little strange, but she still shook hands with Li Mingxuan. In her heart, she couldn't understand why her father would bring Li Mingxuan here.
"Uncle Zhao." Icy Cold Dragging Summer stood up and greeted Zhao Bingliang.
"Bing Bing, you're already here. This youngster should be in the summer, right?" Zhao Bingliang coldly nodded, then turned to summer.
"Yes, Uncle Zhao. He's summer." Ye Zichen nodded coldly.
"Not bad, young man." Zhao Bingliang smiled and nodded towards the summer, but the summer didn't pay attention to him. He still remembered Zhao Bingliang giving a cold call for Leng Han to agree to marry Lei Jun, so he didn't have a good impression of Zhao Bingliang.
A look of awkwardness flashed across Zhao Bingliang's face, but he quickly recovered. "Come, everyone, take a seat. Bing Bing, let me introduce you. This is one of my nephews, Li Mingxuan, Ming Xuan.
Ever since Li Mingxuan had seen the iciness, his gaze had never left her. Only after hearing Zhao Bingliang's words did he realize that he had lost control of himself, and reluctantly withdrew his gaze. However, it was obvious that the iciness of her appearance and peerless figure had left an indelible impression in his heart.
"Hello, Miss Leng." Li Mingxuan stretched out his hand with an enchanting smile on his face once again.
"Hello, Mr. Li." "I'm sorry, I'm not used to shaking hands with people."
"Uh, that's okay. Everyone has their own habits." Li Mingxuan awkwardly withdrew his hand, before turning his attention to Summer. "What might you be called, sir?"
"Summer, spring, summer, autumn, winter, summer. Number one in the world." Xia Zhi replied lazily.
"Summer?" Li Mingxuan smiled faintly, "This name is very interesting, and it suits this season very well."
Summer was too lazy to pay attention to this guy.
"Ming Xuan, you're here!" At this moment, Yu Mei came out of the kitchen with a plate of sliced fruits in her hands. "Here, let's have some fruits."
"Auntie Yu." Li Mingxuan hurriedly stood up to greet him. Obviously, other than Zhao Qingqing, Zhao Bingliang and Yu Yumei were rather familiar with Li Mingxuan.
"Bingliang, are everyone here yet?" Yu Yumei asked softly, "The rice is almost cooked. When everyone is here, we can start preparing the meal."
"Wait a moment, there are two more people coming." Zhao Bingliang shook his head and was just about to speak when the doorbell rang again.
Zhao Qingqing jumped up again and ran to open the door. When she opened it, she was stunned for a moment. Why were there two people she didn't know?
The two beauties, one big and one small, stood at the entrance. The beauties looked like Sister Bing Bing, both were tall and sexy, the little beauties were even younger than her, had beautiful faces and were dressed in a mess.