Rebirth: How a Loser Became a Prince Charming

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He patted Qin Guan's information and said only one more: "Keep this kid's show and New York Fashion Week's performance as a live highlight, and then you will have your benefits."

What this shows is self-evident for the chief designer. CK must have some new big moves next year, and Qin Guan has been paid attention to by relevant senior executives because of his smart eyes and beads.

Back home, Qin Guan's mobile phone is a series of text messages, but this time the work has been settled, then the rest must be the homework of countless old men in the school.

Oh wrong, there is also a text message from Xu Xiaoxiao, which is inexplicably left: call back.

When the phone was connected, Xu Xiaoxiao at the other end was also polite: "Qin Guan, tomorrow my grandfather's birthday feast, you must come over to give me a crush."

After practicing for so long, I finally want to pull out a real knife to walk.

"Sure, see you tomorrow, oh right. What should I pay attention to in the dress? Are there any gifts about the gift?"

"Oh, the younger generation may have a cocktail party in the garden on the top floor after the banquet. See if you like it, is it fitted? As for my grandfather, I haven't seen anything. You are the best gift."

Does this bear kid go empty-handed to celebrate his birthday?

Qin Guan is not in a hurry, but he has many ways to treat the elderly.

On the evening of the second day, Qin Guan originally wanted to participate with the United States. As a result, Cong Nianwei was sorry, and Wendy stood in front of Qin Guan. She participated in an interest group in architectural design at Columbia University.

There are a lot of design-related work and exhibitions inside, so she has no time for him to take care of it. Coincidentally, Wendy is also one of them. Taking advantage of the sources I saw earlier, the two have now become close friends.

Thinking of Qin Guan here, he sorted out his black bow tie and called Xu Xiaoxiao in front of a rather old mansion.

"Here, here, D let him in. He is my friend!" The loyal Asian face at the door saw Xu Xiaoxiao's head protruding from the second floor and patted Qin Guan's waist without much words. Just let him enter the house.

A shrine with Guan Er's incense and three incense sticks is prominent in the large and stylish hall...

In this purely American-designed villa, there is such a traditional thing, which is really strange.

Qin Guan didn't say much. As Xu Xiaoxiao came to the small hall on the second floor, a small stage has been set up here, enough to accommodate a small hundred people in the venue and a small martial art.

"How? You look at me in this way? How?" Xu Xiaoxiao pulled Qin Guan to the dresser behind the stage a little showdown.

Can you tell the truth? When you played Sun Wukong, it was the same as Bajie. This Mugu must have been swollen for many days before it caused the consequences today.

Qin watched Xu Xiaoxiao covered with heavy oil paint. In fact, he raised his hand and cast a foot in his feet. He just reminded me extra: "Stand on the stage, don't move, improve the posture I gave you, End when you sing."

Xu Xiaoxiao couldn't move when he sang the opera. What did he say? There is always a sense of subtlety of courage in his body, just like the air pressure that Li Kui went down the mountain to split the tiger and Zhang Fei whipped the fat Du post.

"Alas!" Xu Xiaoxiao answered simply, instructing Qin Guan to come here, and took out the present in his pocket.

"I listen to your usual description, I guess your grandpa should like this very much."

What Qin Guan took out was a delicate snuff bottle, probably about half the height of a finger, transparent glazed material, and no exaggerated relief.

The cap of red coral, coupled with the same red koi carp, completes this exquisite picture of a hundred fish.

The meaning is very good, the gift is more exquisite, the built-in hollow painting method adds a bit of ancient charm to the snuff bottle.

"Oh, by the way, good snuff in the country is difficult to buy, and I don't know what the old man likes. When I went abroad, I only brought a little bit. After all, it was very troublesome when going through the immigration inspection."

Speaking of this, Qin Guan came up with a more quaint little box, which is the top good of "Tian Huizhai" that existed in Dashilan of Beijing during the Qing Daoguang years.

Although the history of cigarettes is advancing, there are fewer and fewer people who play snuff, but the older generation still passed on this thing full of nostalgia, and now more snuff bottles are in their hands Played.

Xu Xiaoxiao, a banana man, has seen such a rare thing, he first played an addictive, and before Qin Guan responded, he snatched the snuff box.

"I will hand it over for you personally, and I'll keep the gift!"

There is a good conversation between the two people here, but over time, with the advancement of time, not much effort, the second floor began to get up.

These guests are very punctual, quite understand the rules and found their place according to the famous brand. Qin Guan used the gaps in the curtain and swept his eyes to realize the solemn spirit in the venue.

Qing Yishui's Asian faces, all of which were similar and undesirable, were very happy to chat together. Qin watched such a party. As Xu Xiaoxiao's family was big, there was a little vague speculation.

When a slender old man with a hearty spirit, wearing a cardigan-style Tang suit, sat in the first seat surrounded by the crowd, under the greeting of Father Xu, he began to hold a banquet.

"Ah? Why didn't you see the little boy Xu Xiaoxiao?" The always strict grandpa Xu valued the grandson Xiao Xiao most.

Dad Xu knew the mischief of his son. He smiled awkwardly. "Dad, everyone is here. Let's have a dinner first, the kid will be here in a moment."

Grandpa Xu looked around and waved his hand casually: "Go ahead..."

The head of the stage got a signal from the host, instrumental music and drums, which was lively and lively. Since it is an old man's birthday feast, Magu's birthday is a must-have.

I saw the curtain on the backstage, and moved a big rhyme from the inside, and according to the beat of the festival, Shi Shiran said.

"Yaochi sealed the Order of the Virgin and turned back to take a bottle of wine..."

Let Xu Xiaoxiao speak, the old and young people underneath were still taking advantage of this kung fu chat to draw closer feelings, and now they are not talking at all, and they are all frozen.

It's not good to say, the group of people underneath can be regarded as the uncle who grew up looking at Xu Xiaoxiao. When the child first came up, he was wearing Zhang Dayou, but he didn't recognize it underneath, but his voice brightened. It completely leaked the stuffing.

"Pooh...hahaha!"

"Okay!...sings well!"

The old man spewed out tea, and Dad Xu grinned embarrassingly at his father: "Sir, slow down..." (To be continued.)