Dear Commander-in-Chief

"Patter-!" A sound.

Because Gong Sheng accidentally touched, a small object on the bedside table fell to the ground.

The furnishings in Gongsheng's room are very simple, except for a lamp and a glass of water on the bedside table, there is generally nothing else.

He picked it up and saw that it was a simple cardboard box with a big palm.

She frowned, thinking that the servant was not serious about cleaning up, and just wanted to throw it into the trash can.

In a desperate situation, he retracted his arm halfway and placed the simple paper box in front of his eyes, carefully examining it.

How could this clumsy handmade box resemble the original style of a certain little woman?

Gong Sheng slowly opened the box.

As the box opened, his breathing stagnated slightly.

That is a... feather!

It was blue and white, like the bathrobe and pajama skirt that Yun Qiao often wore; it was clean and soft, and it felt as if it was brushed over the palm of a girl's hand.

Gong Sheng picked up the feather, only to discover that it was not just a feather.

On the shaft of the feather, using awkward hand, a small cut was cut and cut into a beveled square shape.

If it is stained with ink, it is a pen!

This is a very old way of making-feather pen!

Although the handwork is clumsy, it has a quaint meaning. After all, modern people use pens. I am afraid that no one knows that feathers can be used as pens.

Gong Sheng looked at this pen and couldn't put it down.

He rang the bell and called the servant up: "Who put this in my room just now?"

The servant glanced at the torn paper box and shook his head: "We didn't leave you messy, Mrs. President. But... Before dinner, Miss Qiao entered your room."

Gong Sheng: "I see."

From beginning to end, the tone was extremely calm.

Only after the servant left, the curvature of his lips grew wider and wider.

After a while.

Zhang Bo received a call from Gong Sheng: "You don't need to check that little boy again."

Zhang Bo: "Ah? Why, Sir President?"

He had just started investigating the background of that Mr. Jun, only to discover that the man's origins were a mystery.

Such a tall and handsome man, who was not an actor, suddenly came to the crew, the more he thought about it, the more suspicious he got.

I was preparing to find out all night in my spirits, but... the President suddenly ordered not to check?

Gong Sheng: "Yeah. Those who have nothing to say, don't need to check again."

Zhang Bo: "But Miss Xiao Qiao gave him a pen."

Gong Sheng snorted coldly, his tone was quite contemptuous: "What is a pen? I still have a feather pen."

This feather, he recognized at a glance, it was only found in France, the feather of the endangered protected animal "Heron"!

Is it priceless?

What's more, this quill pen was hand-carved by a stupid woman herself, given it to him, how much effort did it take?

It is many times more precious than the tatters that can be bought with money in a shop window!

However, on the other end of the phone, Zhang Bo was completely daunted.

Quill?

What the **** is that?

Did Miss Xiao Qiao give it?

It turned out that the President was bought by a worthless quill, so the vinegar king was so easy to get rid of him.

Mr. President, can you be a little promising?

Zhang Bo muttered silently in his heart.

This end of the phone.

Gong Sheng had already been holding a quill pen, like a treasure, pacing in the room non-stop.

The more I look, the more I like it.

He was not even willing to stain the ink with this pen, he just wanted to confess.

I went back and forth to find several positions on the bookshelf, but I was not satisfied.

Finally, the feather pen was placed in the center of the bookshelf, in front of the photo of the inaugural ceremony when he was president.

[Master Yun: Good night kiss! After ups and downs, we finally met again. The most precious gift I received, is the unforgettable waiting of the fairy, and every word of your message after reading! 】