Galactic Garbage Station

people of the Song family and Wang family.
Once he finds out that they are trying to do something that threatens him, don’t blame himself for killing them.

……

In an antique room with plenty of light, a beautiful woman in a white skirt is playing the zither.
Her eyebrows are graceful, her eyes are bright, her nose is high, her mouth is bright red, her skin is white and tender, and her whole face is as delicate and she looked like a goddess drawn by the master.
No matter looking at her in whole or in part, one can’t pick out any flaws in her.
Her chest is high, the willow waist is full, the legs are long and straight and a white skirt hangs on her legs like a perfect hanger, she looks very sexy and noble.

The sound of the zither is melodious and moving.
It turns out that she is playing the widely spread “Origin Cultivation Meditation Song” which has been famous recently.
However, after the completion of the song, the woman in the white skirt showed a dissatisfied look.

“There are calls and letters, miss.” A beautiful woman in business attire came in and handed out a mobile phone and a letter.
The call was a mobile phone, but the letter was not a text message, but a real letter.
These days, who doesn’t send wechat messages, but for those who know Murong Xian’er, will give priority to the original letters.
Because she likes ancient zither, ancient poetry, ancient costumes, and other ancient styles, her primary wish is to back to ancient times.

Murong Xian’er reached for the letter as if she didn’t hear the ring of her mobile phone.
The business attire beauty put her mobile phone into Murong Xian’er’s hand and said, “Miss, you forget lady’s words, the phone is often more important.
Answer the phone first.”

Murong Xian’er had a sweet and unwilling look.
She picked up the phone and answered and the voice of a middle-aged woman sounded from the other end of the phone: “Xian’er, my good Xian’er, how can you wear that white Skirt?.”

“Why, not good?”

“It’s not ugly, but it’s too beautiful.
My aunt, it’s the clothes designed for the opponent Guo biting.
Aren’t you advertising others?”

“I don’t care, I’ll wear it, it’s my clothes.”

“…” The voice on the opposite side seemed to choke.
The business attire beauty beside her also twitched a little.
Murong Xian’er is good at everything, but she is just too headstrong. 

“Aunt Ping, you’d better leave her alone.
Connect with Guo biting on Weibo and make Xian’er look great.” The Business attire said to the phone as she knew Murong Xian’er, she knew that she liked ancient clothes and these clothes with such a creative design sense are perfect ancient clothes, she simply couldn’t let go, it’s impossible not to let her wear them.
Besides, she has been dressed out and photographed by the media.
It’s too late to change it now.
It’s better to dress in a fair way and get a good reputation for being free from trifles.

“It’s the only way.
Look at her more.
Don’t let her go on messing up in the future.”

“Understood.”

Listening to middle-aged woman Aunt Ping chatting with business attire beauty, Murong Xian’er simply threw the phone to the business attire beauty and took the letter, the sender is “Gu Yue”, She opened the letter and read the content inside which were written by brush, the sender clearly understands Murong Xian’er and is good at writing letters.
After reading the letter, Murong Xian’er asked: “Is there anything for me to do the day after tomorrow?”

“There is no scheduled trip.” The Business attire beauty looked at the itinerary and replied.

“Let’s go to the Hailan Music Academy for the Centennial school Gala.
I heard that uncle Gu Yue knows the ancient zither master.
This time he invited him to introduce him.” Murong Xian’er looks a little expectant.
(to be continued ~^~)