National School Prince Is A Girl

LosAnge, located in southwestern California, is the second largest city in the United States and is often referred to as the City of Angels.

The city is in a Mediterranean climate with a mild climate. It is generally dry and dry all year round, just a little more rainfall in winter.

The sun is shining all year round, and there are basically few chances that it will be below freezing point, so the chances of seeing snow are few and far between.

But this day, the rare city is snowing!

The snow in the night is especially beautiful, wrapped in silver makeup.

Especially in the fence there are pumpkin lights.

European-style old buildings with warm lighting and Christmas trees everywhere.

There are also some people who have walked through the fur collar coats.

They are rarely black hair, they are hair with different colors, white skin and high nose.

Like the magicians described in Harry Potter.

When the scenery has become a fairy tale.

People in the scenery are even more mysterious.

Under the street light.

A red-flagged Chinese car parked outside the fence.

Be aware that in this place, it is rare to see this brand of car.

The car looks a bit old fashioned.

But people who know the car understand.

The red flag of the car is more old-fashioned and more valuable.

No, it should be said that it is not just valuable.

More is a symbol of identity.

After all, in those days, I was able to open a red flag and drive this brand to LosAnge. I am afraid that this is the only one.

The door was opened by a professional butler.

The butler's hand is also wearing a good white glove. It is a young man with blond hair. Even his words are in English: "Mr., come."

The people in the car did not get off quickly.

Instead, I turned my head and pointed at the window to the little boy around me. "This is where my husband and I live, how? I don't like it?"

The little boy wore a white down jacket with a hood, a silver-white plush in the collar, a black mask on his face, and couldn't see his appearance, only to hear his voice.

It’s a bit tender but a bit cold: “Yeah.”

Just a word.

This is obviously too silent for a boy of four or five years old.

But the old gentleman in the car seemed to be used to it, reaching out and licking the head of the little boy: "When is the car?"

"Okay." The little boy followed and did not let the butler help him with his luggage. Instead, he took the lever of the small suitcase with one hand.

The foreign steward was the first to see such a polite and unspeakable mysterious child, moving his eyes to the next move: "Wow, this box is really cute."

The little boy also looked over his gaze.

Little panda's suitcase.

Not with his overall temperament.

But the suitcase is such a thing.

It has never been the little boy who can control.

After all, he has a mother who is very young.

At this time, the old man smiled. He didn't look like he was already a grandfather. Only two of them were white.

"There is also an oriental child living next door. The young master is here. You don't have to be bored. You can definitely get along well." The foreign housekeeper thought that the boy was restrained.

But when he walked over to see the boy standing under the light, he suddenly felt that he was thinking too much.

He has never seen such a boy, obviously no beautiful blond hair, but like a little prince.

Standing there, suddenly reminded him of the Chinese poetry he had learned, the son is like jade.

His hair is like a good satin, and the black one is unforgettable.

Although the face was covered, the eyes were deep, like the snow that could shake the sky.

Not to mention his long and dense micro-lashes, giving a book of preciousness.

what!

The foreign housekeeper once again lamented.

The children in the East really look so good!

In fact, foreign butlers don't know.

The person who is addicted to this beauty is not only himself.

There is also someone who is studying his own keyboard.

Someone wants to go out to play this day.

But finally think about it, there is nothing fun outside.

There is still no fun to unpack things.

After all, the children around here were beaten by her.

I really want to find out that I am willing to play with her, it is not easy.

To this end, she was also punished.

She agreed to the penalty station.

There is nothing in hand, and it is too boring to stand up.

Just holding his own small keyboard, while admiring the rare snow outside, standing on the side of the clever, behind a tiger tail.

She did not expect that there is something in this world that is more beautiful than the snow scene.

Is that person Snow White?

Someone searches for the only fairy tale knowledge in their minds.

Looked at my face.

I looked at the little figure outside. It was white and snowy. It was better than her. It was like a doll, and the little suitcase was also very cute. It was a panda. What China has, she listened to her father. Over.

It’s so cute.

The suitcase used by the little princess is more lovely than her.

Someone thought of this, and looked at the small four squares on her hand. Well, it is not comparable.

The little boy standing in the snow, I don't know at this time, he was stared, and the other person became a princess.

The princess, the deeper explanation, is to treat him as a woman.

The old gentleman is probably afraid that the little boy is not used to it. He took a step forward and patted his shoulder: "Moody, soon, your parents will pick you up. Just now Ander also said, we have next door. An oriental child, that is a friend of a foreigner's family. You don't need to recognize your life. The child will definitely be with you."

"Yeah." When the little boy looked down, the eyelashes fell and formed a shadow.

The old gentleman is not allowed to let his grandson's emotions. After all, this child is like this since childhood, too worrying.

"go in."

It is small.

Still let people hold hands.

It was only the little boy’s eyes that were still black and quiet. One hand was held by a grandfather, and one hand pulled the suitcase and walked into the yard where he was about to start a new life.

There is a strong American style everywhere.

The average child may like it very much.

The little boy was as usual, and there was no surprise expression.

Even the pumpkin lanterns and cakes placed in the yard could not attract his interest.

The old gentleman thought, wait for tomorrow.

I heard that the baby next door is very lively.

I hope to be able to drive his grandson.

Someone in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the "Little Princess" disappeared, Tara with small slippers, is running for a while, very technical to avoid the obstacles in the room, the palms are still tiger claws, not to mention that a tiger pajamas...