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738. Stubborn Nazha!Participate in Milan Fashion Week!

"Okay, let's burn, come on." Yang Chaoyue was kissed by Zi Ning, and he immediately woke up, clenched his fists, and cheered for himself.

"Chaoyue, that's right. Think about it, we are a girl group." Duan Aojuan walked in and walked to the bedside.

"At that time, let's go together and participate in "Creation 101". Zi Ning and I are both A, and you are D."

"What do people think of you?"

"I know, your family's conditions are not good. I'm not saying, look down on you-."

"Although we have been together for two weeks, I have long regarded you and Zining as my good friends." Duan Aojuan sat down slowly, stretched out her hands, and held the hands of the two with a sincere expression.

"Thank you, Dajuan, thank you."

"I, Yang Chaoyue, dropped out of junior high school and went out to work alone. No one has ever cared so much about me."

"And Zi Ning, since I joined the company, you have been by my side, silently teaching me ~ woo woo... woo woo" Yang Chaoyue opened his arms and hugged Duan Aojuan and Zi Ning, losing control of his emotions and howling loudly cry.

"Okay, Chaoyue, don't cry." Zi Ning showed a dumbfounding expression on his face, and comforted him repeatedly.

"Yes, beyond, don't cry, you have to learn to be strong." Duan Aojuan patted her back with her left hand, comforting her softly.

"Woo...Dajuan, Zining, I feel...you are just like my parents." Yang Chaoyue's eyes were tearful, his eyes were red with tears, and he spoke intermittently.

"Okay, think that I am your mother and Zi Ning is your father, okay?" Duan Aojuan showed a clear and sweet smile on her face, and continued following what the village flower said.

"Really?" Yang Chaoyue laughed through his tears.

"Of course it's true, isn't it, Zi Ning?" Duan Aojuan gave Zi Ning a wink.

"Oh...yes, I will be your father from now on." Zi Ning understood, the corners of her lips raised slightly, immersed in role-playing.

"Get up quickly and go to dance practice with Dad." Zi Ning deliberately put on a straight face, showing a serious expression.

"Well, I need to change the sanitary napkin. Today... my aunt is here." The village flower is a little shy, with a thin skin, and her ears are red with shame.

"No wonder. Daughter, do you have dysmenorrhea?" Zi Ning couldn't help but suddenly realized, holding Yang Chaoyue's hand, and asked.

"Well, there is one thing, but...it's an old problem. When I was working part-time, I didn't pay attention..." Murakami nodded slightly, speaking intermittently.

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On the far side of the ocean, Europe, Italy, Milan, the fashion capital.

At Milan Malpensa International Airport, a Boeing 747 aircraft landed slowly from the blue sky, landed on the runway, and retracted the landing gear.

Terminal T5, in the public hall. Fifty pieces of flight information, including boarding gate, time, and flight number, continuously flashed on the LID display.

"Phew~ finally arrived in Milan."

"Yuan Yuan, come with me to get your luggage." Gu Li Nazha wore fluorescent green sunglasses, a perm hairstyle, and a white polka-dot down jacket. She got off the plane and walked to the lobby with her assistant.

"Okay, Sister Nazha." The female assistant Yuan Yuan, wearing a brown sweater, a pair of jeans, and disheveled hair, looked at Gu Li Nazha.

"By the way, Sister Nazha, the clothing brand sponsor, has already arranged the hotel."

"In addition, the working shooting team also arrived in Milan three days ago." Assistant Yuan Yuan suddenly remembered something, and turned around and walked in front of Gulinaza.

"Okay, I get it. This Milan Autumn/Winter Fashion Week is the best opportunity God has given me." Gu Li Nazha nodded slightly, her eyes glowing with heat.

"Let's go, get your luggage first." Gu Li Nazha took out her rose red VIVOZ1 mobile phone from the pocket of her down jacket, and began to enter the password.

"Sister Nazha, what's the matter? It feels... weird." The female assistant Yuan Yuan looked at Gu Li Nazha's back and said to herself.

Baggage conveyor belt.

Gu Li Nazha entered a voice message through WeChat, while staring at the suitcase that would appear at any time.

"Honey, Yueyue, do you hear that?"

"I've got off the plane to Milan now."

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"I heard that Sister Xing founded an e-commerce platform called Dolphin. Is this true?"

"Yueyue, I miss you, I'm going crazy thinking about you."

"Yueyue, you live in that hotel, I'll come and find you later."

Gu Li Nazha is still sending voice messages, falling into a kind of paranoia.

Ding~!

Finally, Yeyue replied, and it was also a voice message.

Drop ~!

Gu Li Nazha clicked with her right hand, then put the microphone next to her ear, and listened attentively.

"Nozha, Nazha, you came to Milan to work?"

"Yueyue, I miss you, tell me quickly, which hotel do you live in?" Gulina Zhadai frowned slightly, clicked with her left thumb, [hold down and speak], and placed it by her red lips.

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Ding ~!Somebody @Naza.

@娜扎, my husband lives in the Antica Locanda Mercanti Hotel, Presidential Suite 26 on the 2609th floor. [Liu Yifei]