The thrilling water flowed on the fair skin, splashing off the anti-slip tiles in the bathroom. Michelle gently raised her head, combed her fingers from her hair, and washed away the foam from the shampoo.

The bathroom door was not closed, Zhou Qingfeng leaned against the wall with his upper body naked, looked at the little foreign girl in the shower repeatedly and sighed: "You white people's skin is indeed very white, completely different from Asian women."

Mixue'er has always been proud of herself for being 'white skin and beautiful'. She is not only white, but also does not have common skin blemishes such as freckles and black spots, and her skin is as snow-like.

Xiao Yangniu sneered at the praise of the man, "I don't believe you have only seen me as fair as white."

Zhou Qingfeng didn't say anything, and he didn't coax him, but nodded instead. This made Mi Xueer, who was expecting to be praised further, was quite angry, thinking that this man had a stone in his mind? It was no fun.

"I actually had an affair with such a man." Mixueer looked at Zhou Qingfeng again.

A tough face, developed muscles, strong limbs, and its unfathomable background and strength. It makes people feel unconfident if they want to get angry.

After turning off the shower, the little foreign girl wiped off the water stains, wrapped a bath towel, and walked out of the bathroom barefoot. She picked up scattered clothes from the edge of the bed, shook her head but threw them away.

"I have no clothes to wear." Mixue'er looked at Zhou Qingfeng.

The man said 'oh' and asked the little fairies to make a full set, including underwear, underwear, a fashionable suit with exquisite fabrics and a one-step skirt.

It's just ten minutes.

The clothes are suitable for the size, especially the black skirt. It is simple and feminine when worn. Although you can't take a step, it's just a beautiful and slim fit.

They all met with each other with sincerity and had a deep understanding, but Mixue'er still pushed Zhou Qingfeng out of the bedroom, because "Mom said that the process of girls changing clothes cannot be seen by men."

The moment they were pushed out of the door, Zhou Qingfeng was really flirted with this sentence. Although the two had the closest contact, they still wanted to find a place to peep.

Alas... these are all the scenery of the Aegean Sea so charming.

Uncle Zhou wanted to tease this little foreign girl, and invited her to swim in the swimming pool of the cruise ship, and dragged her time to wait for the show to happen. Then he knew that Mixue'er was really open and jumped into the swimming pool without swimsuit...

Afterwards, Uncle Zhou always felt that he had lost a lot and could not be too tough when negotiating with Old George in the future.

In the room, Mixue'er let go of the bath towel, let her wet hair draped over her shoulders, and looked sideways at herself in the dressing mirror. She was just a girl in her twenties, the person who was blurred in her dreams countless times, and it suddenly became clear today.

Looking at the mirror, Xiao Yangniu said to herself: "Mi Xueer, why did you choose him? Why did you choose an enemy? Can't you find a better person around you than him?"

After saying that, Xiao Yangniu changed her tone and sighed, "Yes, you really can't find a better one. Other men are following you like pugs, and you can see through their thoughts at a glance.

Only that evil dragon is a bit challenging. Be confident, you can tame him. But you have to be careful. Once you fail, you will be tamed by him. You must work hard."

Mixue'er smiled sweetly and changed into her clothes. She didn't know why there were clothes on this boat that fit her size, but it didn't matter.

She saw many ways to hook up with girls in a wealthy family. As long as she was careful, preparing several sets of clothes in advance was just a phone call - this only proves that the evil dragon had her own heart, just like the song "To Mixueer".

That's right, it's the temporary "creation" of Canon piano piece written on napkins.

It is not easy to write a canon. The process from traditional to simple, and from simple to traditional is not something that the master cannot write. Michelle first asked the Broadway expert to ask about that song, trying to find the real creator.

As a result, the old guys who have been engaged in music art on Broadway for decades can no longer find any information related to it except to be amazed at the exquisiteness and beauty of "Zhi Mixue'er".

Many people asked Michelle where she got this song Canon? Xiao Yangniu smiled and said nothing, only said that it was given by her friend. This caused even greater curiosity, and the classical music industry caused quite a fluctuation in this song.

Do you know how jealous Michelle, who is rich in New York, will be those of Michelle?

These days, there are many wealthy people who give away gold, silver, houses, cars, land, yachts, and spend money to pick up girls. But at most, this kind of thing is published in the third-rate gossip tabloid, wanting to keep it in history?

Go dreaming.

But Michelle's gift is OK.

This song has been spreading, and people will know that it is a gift received by a girl named Mixueer a thousand years later. In particular, the little foreign girl deliberately leaked a few sentences. The guy who gave the song was young and promising, but she was the enemy of life and death.

Tell me about this kind of dramatic story in the past few years, do you want to make a few movies, write a bunch of biography, and adapt and create hundreds of historians to set off?

The wealthy and famous people in New York were almost jealous and wanted to curse the villain.

This is a treasure that cannot be sold no matter how much money it costs. Why does it fall on Michelle, who is short and frustrated, has no breasts, no butt, and has no long legs, and can only read some books but is not sociable at all?

Why did she win this honor?

It's so annoying.

The napkin with Zhou Qingfeng's name was carefully framed by Mi Xueer and hung in her bedroom, so she didn't show it to others easily. Only a very small number of best friends could come and take a look, and then stare at the signature with wide eyes.

This is a rich man worth hundreds of billions of dollars, not a poor boy who is not satisfied with talent. You can't find any shortcomings if you want to despise him.

When it comes to money, people will kill you with money; when it comes to power, people will not even care about the sanctions of the United States; when it comes to talent, they will be eight streets ahead of you.

Mixue'er felt so happy that she couldn't sleep every day.

To put it bluntly, Xiao Yangniu has long been vaguely trying to pay for it. She has time to take a seat when the bastard is still around him, otherwise it will be difficult to "send a thousand miles away" in a few years.

After changing his clothes and leaving the cabin door, the diplomatic mission was completed. Although the result was not satisfactory, it seemed that it was no big deal.

In front of outsiders, Mixue'er kept a distance from Zhou Qingfeng, said goodbye very formally, and agreed to keep in touch. Then she took a helicopter and returned to the port in Greece a few hours later.

When she came back, Mixueer was in a good mood. But as soon as she landed, her assistant went up to report with a worry-faced look: "Miss, your father learned that you were going to look for that president, and he has been calling you for the past few hours."

"Oh, is there anything?"

"What happened. Just a few hours ago, two warships, "Duji" were hit by four "harpoon" missiles while patrolling the Aegean waters and quickly sank."

"What?"

Mixue jumped up in shock. Only then did she realize that her previous uneasiness came from? Zhou Qingfeng, that bastard, he could not have appeared in the Aegean Sea for no reason.

But she went there in a daze, and then flew back in a daze after lying flat.

"Bastard!" Xiao Yangniu was so angry that she stamped her feet and cursed, "What the hell is going on? Who fired the missile?"

The assistant looked bitter, "There is no confirmation yet, but the missiles launched by the Greek warship have now entered combat readiness.

Greece insisted that the "local chicken" warships invaded its own territorial waters and launched an attack first but failed. The Greek warships were completely self-defense."

"What about the 'holy light'?" Mixue'er waited for a long time without waiting for the following text, and asked back questions.
Chapter completed!