Conan's Organization No. 3

Xiaolan and the garden stayed around the white emperor and smiled at the Emperor.

"Right, my sister will hold a banquet in the suburbs this weekend, and you will come together."

The garden suddenly remembered what, invited two people.

Bai Emperor smiled, "I have no opinions, as long as Xiaolan go, I will go."

"Eh--!"

When I heard the white emperor, the garden suddenly shocked, and the Xialan shelled a posture of the hand, and she envied.

"Xiaolan, I envy you, let the white emperor say this."

Xiaolan glanced, and hurriedly explained the garden.

"Garden, you don't want to say, the white emperor is just a joke, just joke."

"Hey," the garden sighed, fire, hot eyes stared on the white emperor, "I also hope that Bai Emperor is joking for me."

"Don't worry, the garden, you have invited me so, I will go."

The white emperor laughed and looked at the garden and he replied.

I heard the white emperor agreed, the garden immediately inspired, explained the white emperor.

"You can invite yourself to yours, my sister, they must envy."

Bai Emperor helpless smile, "Your sister is a big scorpion, nor does it have seen I have seen."

Suzuki, the relatives of the garden, is also a big golden gold in Suzuki, and the white emperor is the star of Suzuki Media Company, and the two naturally know.

The garden heard the white emperor, it appeared very serious, gently swayed in front of the white emperor than the white Emperor, and said very seriously.

"This is not a problem that I have never seen it. You don't have to be modest, the white emperor. Don't you see that when you play the piano in the roaming piano?"

The white emperor smiled, and when he was playing the piano, the whole god, how could it be noted that others' eyes.

However, I remembered the scene, the white emperor can't help but erect the cold, showing the color, how do I think so cold when playing the piano? At that time, I thought that the present season was winter.

"Moreover, when you just play the piano, it is really handsome, right, Xiaolan?"

The garden was excited to ask Xiaolan.

When I heard the garden, Xiaolan couldn't help but remember the scene. The melodious piano rose in the classroom, and sometimes the earth, sometimes thin silk, sometimes tour, go to the sky, sometimes , transparent, relax There is a bomb xing, depicting a beautiful soft picture in front of everyone.

Plus the appearance of Bai Di Junxiu, the silver, the silver hair, slightly sad and elegant temperament, fully conquered the inner heart of the present.

"It's really good." Xiaolan looked looked looked at him.

I heard the praise of Xiaolan, even if the white emperor knew that he still had more exercises, it couldn't help but blunt, his face is not red.

"Hey? Xiaolan looks, the white emperor is red, hahahaha."

The garden saw the face of the white emperor, as if found a new mainland, very curious.

Xiaolan saw that the white emperor's face rose, and he couldn't help but laugh. Bai Di actually had a blush one day, it is really cute.

"No road. Yes, don't you say it on the weekend? Xiaolan, you can't go?"

Bai Emperor quickly transferred the topic and asked Xiaolan,

"Want to go, Xiaolan?" The garden also looked at Xiaolan and his face was looking forward.

"Of course I have to go."

Xiao Lan looked very nervous to stare at his garden. If you don't go, the garden will not get around yourself.

When you think of this, Madon can't help but look at the white emperor next to the eye. She must make the garden and the white emperor into one pair.

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base.

"Hey!"

With a rhythmic footsteps, a whole body is walked in the depths of the banquet in the depths of the corridor.

"Hey, is this not the ancient Guo?"

A very familiar voice passed into the ear of the Granon.

Guranong looked at the people in front of him, and the pupil was slightly shrinking, cold channels,

"Piske, is there something for me?"

It is a black suit that stands in the ancient landscape, the old man, still the old man, but still the color of the soul, and the color of the face.

Piske looked at the face of the color of the ancient Guran, without half of the incomprehensibility, the look of the gods, kindly to the ancient Guandong,