235: Chapter 235: Qiuqiu's Birthday

Chapter 235: Qiuqiu's Birthday

The villa in the northern suburbs was filled with blue and silver balloons. The huge happy birthday to mike was posted in the most conspicuous place of the villa in the northern suburbs. All the servants were busy arranging for the Young Master's sixth birthday party. 0

In six years, all kinds of praise rushed towards him as the ball ball grew up. At the age of six, he had already won three consecutive championships in the Math Olympiad for three consecutive years. He was only six years old with all kinds of musical instruments, piano, cello and violin saxophone. At the age of six, he had already been invited by various fashion magazines to compete for reports on the ball.

Zhang group's most mysterious young master, the son of Zhang Jinying.

"Young Master, could you please look and match your clothes today?" The clothing Housekeeper beside him spoke respectfully, and a large bunch of clothing shelves were pushed in. On them were the latest limited edition clothing of the major brands.

"I want this." The boy stretched out his tender little hand and pointed at the third set of pale pink clothes. It was matched with a mature outfit that was different from ordinary people. At the age of six, whether it was based on emotional intelligence or being a living person, it was the second Zhang Jinying.

The servant at the side carefully took off the third set of clothes, although it had been five years. The servants in the house were all new. However, ever since these people came here, the young master would always choose light pink clothes. It was different from the usual black-gray series. At first, the people in the house thought that the young master was still a child and liked the color.

Later on, he found out that it was because the President's wife's name was Xia Liangqing and she liked the color of pink. Therefore, every important occasion, the young master would choose pink clothes.

"Uncle Zhang, may I ask when my father's flight will arrive in the afternoon?" The young master put on his clothes, washed his bow tie, and a pair of bright white leather shoes. He spoke in a tone that did not match his appearance.

The Housekeeper next to him looked at his phone memo and said," Young Master, President time is three o'clock in the afternoon. Do you need a car for you?"

"Yes, help me prepare my car. I'll pick up my father at the airport this afternoon." The young master nodded and said to the Housekeeper beside him. As he spoke, he glanced at the Korea on his chest. Inside was a picture of Xia Liangqing.

Back when his mother left, the young master was only one year old, but the feeling Xia Liangqing gave Qiuqiu had never dissipated in his heart. In the villa in the northern suburbs, there were balls playing basketball, playing football, playing tennis, ping-pong, football and hockey trophies and medals. When she was young, her mother bought a lot of toys for balls. At that time, Xia Liangqing said that Qiuqiu liked to play with the ball. She hoped that he would be a small athlete when he grew up. Qiuqiu silently remembered this sentence in her heart. Therefore, as long as it was a sport related to Qiu, Qiuqiu would use all of his energy to learn. Although he did not know when his mother would come back, Qiuqiu hoped.

When Xia Liangqing came back, she saw her many trophies smiling.

"Have you thought it through?" "Are you sure you want to return?" In the South Korean apartment, Chen Zhifeng looked at Xia Liangqing and asked.

"Yes, I'm sure it's time to implement your plan. In five years, we have to make some changes."

"Please check the passengers on flight KZV324 to XX. Please fly..." The voice on the radio interrupted Xia Liangqing's thoughts. Five years had not changed Xia Liangqing in the slightest. Instead, it had become even more charming. Just walking around the airport was still the focus of everyone's eyes. It was a navy-green windbreaker with a red floral dress and a wave of seaweed hair on its shoulders. It was still so charming.

Xia Liangqing sat in her seat five years ago and watched the scenery outside the window change bit by bit. Her heart felt indescribable. It had already been five years. In the past five years, he had been suppressing himself to find out anything about Zhang Jinying Zhang Group and his Pity child, Qiuqiu.

It was sunny and warm today. Xia Liangqing was wearing a windbreaker and it was a little hot on such a day. When Xia Liangqing put on her sunglasses and walked out of the security checkpoint, she saw a little boy in a pink suit at the entrance of the airport. His little hands were behind his back as he stared at the security checkpoint.

Xia Liangqing's heart could n' t help but warm up. This cute look really resembled a ball. If he was still here to watch Qiuqiu grow up, he was afraid that Qiuqiu would also be staring at the security checkpoint and waiting for him to return.

Xia Liangqing took a deep breath and brushed her hair towards the airport exit. Every step he took, his experiences five years ago seemed like they couldn't be closed until he remembered them. When he came out of the airport, he saw the words "Zhang Group ". It was as if in this city, as long as he took this step, he would never be able to escape the curse of the Zhang Corporation.

"Qing Nian?" "Why are you waiting here again?" A mature and loving voice rang out, followed by a Zhang Jinying dressed in a dark blue suit.

"Daddy!" When Zhang Nianqing saw the Zhang Jinying, a trace of child's innocence appeared. He walked towards the security checkpoint and could not hide his joy.

"President, I'm sorry Young Master said that he would come to pick you up..." The Housekeeper beside him said apologetically.

"Alright, alright. I asked my father to come. It's not been too long since I' ve seen you. Do I miss you too much?" "Did you bring Qing Nian a present this time?" Zhang Nianqing was picked up by Zhang Jinying and happily hugged Zhang Jinying neck.

Zhang Jinying coldly smiled and took out a small red box from his pocket and handed it to the Zhang Nianqing in front of him. Zhang Nianqing took it from Zhang Jinying hand and opened it carefully. What entered his eyes was a black pen engraved with two letters of NQ.

"Do you like it?" Zhang Jinying asked. Zhang Nianqing children weren't very interested in video games and electronic products. Instead, they were especially interested in collecting documents from adults. Every time Zhang Jinying went to a place, they would ask the local people to make a pen for Qing Nian.

"I like it. I like everything Dad gave me." Zhang Nianqing held the pen in his hand and said to Zhang Jinying. As he spoke, he looked at the Zhang Jinying in front of him and revealed a sweet smile.

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