After Becoming a Little Sister

Just as she was thinking, the phone rang, she looked down at the screen of the phone, and jumped up like a frightened rabbit in an instant: "Ah, Auntie's video invitation! What to do, what to do! I haven't put on makeup yet..."

Aliya slapped her and hung up: "It's disturbing people's dreams early in the morning, just ignore her and pretend you didn't hear it!"

How can Lianhua be as arrogant as Aliya, she sobbed and hurriedly grabbed the phone: "Aya, how can you do this! The call Auntie called me was not for you!"

"Don't be too afraid of her. The humbler you are, the more arrogant she will be. Women are like this, and those who are favored have nothing to fear."

As a girl, Aliya understands the so-called beautiful women can lie to people--my mother blames it for doing that, half of it is because of those dog lickers, if everyone can learn from Lu With Yan Qing's honest attitude towards a beautiful wife, how can Mingyue Tianya be as arrogant as he is now?

I, Alia, came to Blue Star with only one purpose!

fair!fair!Still fucking - fair!

She snorted coldly: "You have to calm down when dealing with her, you don't owe her anything, I—"

"Jingle bells~jingle bells~jingle bells~"

The request for video communication came again. Aliya rolled her eyes, rubbed her face to adjust her expression, picked up the phone and clicked on it directly: "Crooked? Mama?"

"...Xiaoya? 』The mother wondered directly, why her daughter was in another girl's room so early in the morning.

Wait, another girl... oh, that's okay.

As long as it is not in the boy's room, it can still be explained.

My mother pushed her glasses strangely, and looked at the high-ponytailed Alia in the video: "You, you don't even clean yourself up when you wake up. It's cold in Moscow. Are you wearing proper clothes?"Hair should also be taken care of. 』

Although Alia's hair is naturally beautiful and beautiful, it is really a brocade that is naturally black and straight, but if you don't take care of it at all, it will still split ends, lose hair, turn yellow, turn up and even lose its luster. It is an unacceptable regret for the daughter's own mother to blame.

Aliya yawned: "Okay, okay, well dressed, wearing thermal underwear and cotton bottoms, what are you doing calling Lianhua?"

"...Some regrettable things happened on my side. Let me tell Fu Que first, let her make some mental preparations, Xiaoya, please give her the phone number. 』

Aliya probably guessed that it was related to Brother Qiangqiang, and handed the mobile phone to Lianhua who was sitting in front of the vanity mirror frantically grooming herself: "Hey, my mother's phone number, she is looking for you."

The make-up egg in Lianhua's hand rested on her face, and she froze for a while, looking at the face of Alia's mother full of 'majesty' on the screen of the phone, she opened her mouth, and finally she didn't know what she was thinking, just remembering I couldn't think of a suitable address, so I followed Aliya and shouted——

"...Mom, what can you do with me?"

My mother blinked strangely, was silent for a while, took off her glasses, wiped them, put them on, and blinked again.

Alia, Song Fuqu, two people, one room.

In the evening, in the morning, disheveled, in front of the dressing mirror.

...What the hell did my daughter do?

No, it should be said, what did these two girls do?

Isn't Miss Song's family the fiancée of that child of Zeppelin?

My mother took a deep breath: "What I'm going to say next... don't be afraid... your fiancé, Mr. Zeppelin, was attacked by terrorists last night and was wounded at the gate of the manor. Now he is in a coma Unable to wake up, the doctor said that a bullet hit his spine, causing nerve compression, so...』

Lianhua didn't know what to say when she heard the words. After all, after knowing that it was a bitter trick, she felt a dull feeling of 'oh, ah, that's it' when she heard the news.

Who would be shocked and frightened by this obviously faked injury—not to mention that Brother Qiang was hit in the spine and became unconscious, even if he was beaten into briquettes, his whole body was fractured, his heart stopped beating, and now he is in the hospital. In the hospital, more than 30 critical illness notices were issued overnight, and she only felt that Brother Qiangqiang was really dedicated.

So in the face of her mother's strange notification, Lianhua's expression management is very subtle, and she can't even hide the rigidity and hypocrisy of her sharp eyes.

"Yes, is it?" Lianhua tried her best to look shocked: "This is really terrible——"

My mother was silent for a few seconds, then took a deep breath: "Okay, I understand, you...you pay attention to safety, yes, pay attention to safety, the current situation is not very clear." 』

As she spoke, she hung up the phone, looking unbearably looking back at Yue Mingzhong, not knowing what to think.

But no matter how you try to make up your mind, it's all her fault to pursue it to the end-if you, Lu Wuxia, didn't mess with it, how could there be such moths?

Alia raised the corners of her lips, with an appearance of 'the world is under my control', and she was satisfied that she had given such a kidney shot to her mother.

But she didn't see that behind her, when Lianhua raised her head to face the mirror, she also had charming eyebrows and eyes in the mirror, with the corners of her mouth slightly raised in a strange arc.

The praying mantis catches the cicada, and the oriole is behind. Who knows what is behind the oriole?

Xiong Luoli buried her head in the soft pillow, like a fox with its head stuck in the snow in winter, and lamented indistinctly: "A fool... a dumb... go away..."

Li Guang's caring little maid tilted her head and thought for a while, and realized that she didn't understand the current situation, so she just had to follow the orders of the senior uncle honestly and keep an eye on the senior sister not to do anything strange.

As for what are the strange things?

Alia rolled twice on the bed with the pillow in her arms, and then sat up straight: "I want Chakin Arches! I want a special breakfast for 6 yuan! Add a strawberry white chocolate plate pie!"

Li Guang's caring little maid shook her head: "No, and the sugar in the white chocolate pie is too high in calories and unhealthy."

"What about the New Orleans wings?"

"It's from Kaifeng dishes."

“Chicken in Crispy Sauce!”

"No, and fried food is not healthy."

Li Guang's caring little maid is stern and selfless, and she will never allow Alia to eat Hesse junk food.

This is what you can't do, eat less fried chicken and chips, and have high-quality protein for breakfast instead of useless fat.

Aliya sniffled: "What, this doesn't work and that doesn't work - I'm going to find Wild! He said before that he knew there was a rare breakfast shop here!"

As she spoke, she showed off her super big white legs, just pulling half of her nightgown like walking outside, the style of painting is extremely obscene, except for no breasts, close-ups from any angle can be directly taken as the CG of R18 works, trapping Countless dead fat houses.

The sensuality of this thigh, this luster, this curvature, this flimsy skin, Chi Guoguo wrote the devil's whisper called 'Temptation'.

Li Guang's caring little maid looked at her attire, and immediately frowned: "Elder Sister—"

Alicia turned her head: "What's wrong?"

"You forgot your phone." Li Guang's caring little maid handed over the phone: "There are a lot of things going on recently, so it's better to take your phone with you at all times."

"Oh, thank you, I really didn't notice that this nightgown has no pockets..." Aliya took the phone: "Let's go, let's go together."

"it is good."

Xiong Luoli raised her little head from the pillow, looked at the backs of the two, one big and one small, and then looked at her sister's indifferent appearance, and turned over with a sigh, Xiao Xiong was helpless.

"A bunch of bastards... die or die... rua!"

……

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Europa Deutschland Baden Town Hall Press Conference

In the serious atmosphere of the scene, the reporters' voices could be heard, as if they were arguing about something.

For journalists, in most cases, it is impossible to achieve the feat of a legendary investigative reporter appearing at the scene of the incident for the first time, let alone sometimes the other party is like Spiderman, with his left hand upside down For big news, you can shoot the news scene with your right hand, and provide one-stop service from production to broadcasting of exclusive reports.

Clark Kent calls the experts!

Most of the time, the source of news reporters is this relatively serious and formal press conference.

Maybe before they could play side-by-side or ask their peers, some of the inquiries came out "Shocked! XX is actually XXX", but most of them are new online media or vague words that attract attention.

For official news that can be signed and sent out, you still have to wait until the press conference sets a tone, and then everyone will come up with news that is almost in sync-this is why even on the Internet, open some news on different websites. Serious official topic, the last thing I saw was a news report carved out of a mold.

Indiscriminate reporting led to deviations in the news, and we must be responsible in the future!

Now these reporters have such a mentality. Although the nib of the pen has been brushed on the paper, and the fingers have been flying on the keyboard for a long time, they have written a lot of weird headlines, but they still have to hold back.

"Shock!The first heir to the Randolph Foundation died tragically at his doorstep! 』

"horrible!Why does a business tycoon die in the middle of the night? 』

"Don't brag or criticize, rationally analyze the grievances and hatreds behind the deaths of the upstarts in the business world and the male bodyguards in the romantic manor in the middle of the night! 』

"Who will get a fortune of hundreds of billions of dollars?Where does the Randolph consortium go from here? 』

"A conspiracy by an illegitimate child to fight for the inheritance?"Was the attack on Mr. Zeppelin accidental or premeditated? 』

"Baden-Baden Seafood Festival, look!What a big scallop! 』

A female reporter silently crossed out the text box. How could such useless news gain the attention of the public amidst the explosive content.

She sighed, and looked sideways at her colleague, trying to find some inspiration from others and learn from the other person's thinking.

Can literati affairs be called plagiarism?

She poked her head to look, and on the left was an intellectual Asian woman in a red dress wearing glasses. She didn't seem to feel cold in winter, and her fair forearms were exposed.

To be honest, although this long red dress is elegant and beautiful, it feels like it just came from summer, and it doesn't even fit in with the whole venue.

Tsk!Looking at this kind of weak and ignorant appearance, it must be a sedentary greenhouse flower in the office who doesn't know how to run out of the field?You'll know you made a mistake when you go out and get covered in the cold wind.

And all she had with her was a normal stylus notebook, and what looked like an old-fashioned blotter pen—oh my!Is this old fashioned from the past century? !

She grinned, thinking that this was too unprofessional, and it was an insult to the profession of a reporter—look at your weak appearance, you must have come through the back door!

Disdainfully looking away, she looked to the right again, feeling a little relieved.

The ones here seem to be too professional. Although they are also Asian, and even look a little 'immature', there are various materials displayed on the notebooks and tablets, including those of Mr. Zeppelin and the Randolph Foundation. , and even some current news hotspots.

The two women look like two sisters. Occasionally, the older woman will pinch the face of the immature girl, and then be patted away by the latter dissatisfied. The interaction is full of love.

Well, that's right, the female reporter from Seafood Celebration nodded, thinking that this is someone to communicate with.

"Hello." She gestured and said, "Are you the reporters who came to this press conference?"

The little rookie raised her head, raised her hair and took off her earphones to look at her suspiciously. The female reporter from the Seafood Celebration repeated her words in English with a very kind expression.

The little rookie was stunned, smiled and shook his head: "No, although we are also reporters, we are actually here for vacation."

As she spoke, she flashed her media interview credentials: "It's just that I heard relevant news before, so I applied to participate in this press conference."

In fact, it was quite a coincidence that they were actually very close to Brother Qiangqiang—Baden-Baden is a famous spa resort, and there are countless resorts. Less than three kilometers away is a large international resort hotel village.

This time, the rookie and reporter Bichi saved up the vacation that was delayed by various messy things in Dongshan City some time ago. They gritted their teeth and asked for a month's leave, and set aside two weeks to go out and take a look. Reporter Bichi didn't know No matter how I managed to get a similar holiday, I followed him life and death.

So they wandered all the way from Europa to the current Baden-Baden, planning to enjoy hot springs and dark beer, but unexpectedly last night biubiubiu listened to a burst of firecrackers, followed by news of a terrorist attack on a private estate.

This kind of big news may not attract many people's attention in China, but out of professionalism, the rookie still asked a friend overnight to get a media card for today's press conference, and prepared to collect the official information as soon as possible.

Sister Lu said that journalists must have a down-to-earth investigative spirit, especially those foreign news that are reposted and reposted and distorted seriously. Since she has caught up with it, she can't miss it.

The little rookie communicated with the female reporter of the Seafood Celebration a little clumsily, and then looked at the female reporter in the red dress with some doubts, always feeling that the other party was a little strange and familiar.

After glancing at her again and again, the gentle-looking female reporter wearing glasses also noticed her gaze, turned her head and nodded politely at her, smiling very politely.

The little rookie quickly smiled back, then suppressed his doubts, and continued to chat with the female reporter of the Seafood Celebration, and the two sides exchanged information.

The bitch reporter yawned—in fact, she is proficient in five foreign languages, German, French, English, Japanese, and Spanish. If she really wants to join the discussion, she doesn't even need to be relayed by everyone speaking broken English.