City: The false information on the street at the beginning has come true

But Bai Zhou didn't notice that when he was looking at this photo, Cheng Zi who was sitting next to him was spotted from the corner of his eye.

There was a clear flash of emotion in his eyes.

She looked down at her heart and said:

"Does Bai Zhou like girls like this?"

To be honest, the woman in that photo is still too revealing.

Small suspenders, Qi X small skirt.

Almost any action can be seen completely.

But Cheng Zi doesn't think Bai Zhou is an old pervert.

Instead, I thought to myself:

"Actually... I can do it too, but... I can only show it to Bai Zhou!"

Of course, Bai Zhou didn't know what Cheng Zi was thinking when he saw the photo.

Looking at these two photos, he felt a sense of sneer.

Although he had never seen Dahongpao's tea tree with his own eyes.

But I have seen Pu'er tea!

This Pu'er tea is a very hot tea that has been fried in the past few years.

This Pu'er seemed to appear out of nowhere, appearing in front of everyone.

But later, people gradually discovered that this Pu'er is a bit exaggerated.

The tea tree in this photo is clearly the same as the one on the original Pu'er promotional brochure!

Bai Zhou also replied playfully:

"Is this the tea tree of Dahongpao?"

The opposite said almost in seconds:

"Of course! This is Dahongpao, and this is the tea I sent you."

Bai Zhou has already determined that she is a liar, so Bai Zhou is not worried at all.

Directly transferred 1000 yuan to the other party and said:

"It's still the same address, send me another 1000 yuan."

The "Miss Sister" on the opposite side immediately replied with a teary expression and said:

"Brother! Thank you so much!"

Then send over a GIF.

It was a beautiful girl who kissed the screen.

Bai Zhou shook his head with a light smile on his face, then put away his phone.

It has to be said that buying these awesome and shiny things at a fraction of a percent discount will give you a sense of pleasure.

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Chapter 103 Emergency situation, who can save my daughter?!

There were no more episodes at the birthday party.

Everyone enjoyed a meal.

Originally, Cheng Zi planned to accompany Bai Zhou this afternoon.

But Bai Zhou also needs someone to accompany Cheng Zi's parents coming all the way here, of course, this person can't be him.

Bai Zhou is also the one who settles down and spends more time with his parents today.

Of course, if Cheng Zi's parents have no place to live, they can live in this private room.

Because this private room also has these three bedrooms of considerable size.

It is more than enough to accommodate them.

However, with the characters of Cheng Zi's parents, they naturally dare not accept Bai Zhou's "gift".

The students who came to Seoul to celebrate Chengzi's birthday all had a tacit understanding and would not disturb Baizhou Chengzi and the others.

He was the first to leave with a wink.

Some people plan to take a tour in Seoul, and some people just take the high-speed train to go home.

Cheng Zi held Bai Zhou's hand, and now she could let go in front of her parents.

The four walked out of the door of the private room, Cheng Zi looked at Bai Zhou and asked:

"Bai Zhou, can I really not be with you today?"

Cheng Zi's parents also said:

"It's okay, you young people are busy with your work, it's okay for the two of us to go shopping by ourselves!"

Bai Zhou looked at the serious faces of the husband and wife and said helplessly:

"Is your heart so big? This is your precious daughter!"

Bai Zhou still smiled and shook his head, gave Cheng Zi a pat on the head and said:

"Girl, uncle and aunt finally came to Seoul, you should accompany them for a good stroll."

"OK then....."

Girl Cheng Zi pouted, obviously a little disappointed, but she was also worried about her parents wandering around in this strange city.

So it was a compromise.

The four of them took the elevator all the way down to the first floor.

But as soon as the elevator door was opened, they found that the entire lobby of Jinrui Hotel was noisy and chaotic.

A group of people gathered together, pointing and not knowing what to say.