Lu Mingfei got up from the bed in shock. In a sense, the little devil gave him a surprise on his birthday. As for the stripper who didn't know whether it existed, Lu Mingfei could only pray that it would be nothing more than a surprise.
It's a bad joke from the little devil.
Looking at the oil painting of the fat Gattuso facing the bed, Lu Mingfei shook his groggy head and lay back on the bed. After moving around in the bed for a few times, he finally made up his mind.
, jumped up from the bed.
Lu Mingfei wore a pair of shorts and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet. He walked to the window, opened the curtains with a hint of excitement, and said to himself in the second place: "Ah, what a beautiful morning!"
Then a ray of afternoon sunlight shone into the west-facing window. Lu Mingfei froze, turned his head, and looked at the clock inside.
It was 3:25 in the afternoon, a time that was neither early nor late, but for Lu Mingfei who had just woken up, it was still a little too late.
"Have I slept for so long..." Lu Mingfei was a little confused, but saw the door of the room open with a bang, and Ander strode in, followed by Chu Zihang who had changed into a suit.
Seeing Lu Mingfei wearing underwear and sunbathing in front of the window, Ander was stunned for a moment, then took a few steps back and said to Lu Mingfei: "Change clothes, we have to leave later."
Lu Mingfei covered his body in embarrassment, watching Ander and Chu Zihang close the door, and then he took small steps to the closet in the room. It was very empty and contained a custom-made suit.
Uncle De asked him to order this before the summer vacation. It took him several months to make it. In his words, the secret party can reimburse it, so it is quite cost-effective. Otherwise, he would just use magic to make it for himself.
Just hold up the scene.
Long's view of money is indeed different from that of people, Lu Mingfei thought. Uncle De is often even stingier than Grandet, but he makes no secret of his dislike of modern finance. In his words, green dollar bills
It's worthless, only yellow gold can warm a dragon's heart.
So in his values, a handmade suit is not worth that price at all. Just cut a piece of unenchanted rag and sell it for the price of a piece of gold. It's really a bit of a trap.
Thinking about what Ander said, Lu Mingfei put on this custom-made suit. The suit fit well and there was no inconvenience in moving around. This suit was not the kind of clothing that was worn daily, but closer to a suit.
, Lu Mingfei put on his tie, looked at himself in the dressing mirror, who had become much taller and straighter, and struck a few silly poses.
Immediately, his momentum slanted, his back became a little curved, and he became a shabby boy.
Lu Mingfei, who was fully prepared, tidied up a few times and opened the door. Outside the door, Ander saw Lu Mingfei coming out. He looked up and down, frowned and came over to give him a lift that had become wrinkled from washing.
Wearing a suit jacket, he looked at Lu Mingfei's chicken coop-like head and thought carefully for a moment.
Immediately, a subtle magical light was activated, and Lu Mingfei's messy hair instantly became neat. It seemed that a layer of hair gel was applied to his head, and his hair was arranged together into a back hairstyle.
"Zihang, do you think this is better?" Ande stood a few steps away and asked Chu Zihang.
At this moment, Lu Mingfei's back was so shiny that a fly would slip when he stood on it. Chu Zihang observed it carefully for a moment, and then responded: "Master, I think it's not bad."
"That's good, I'm not very good at hair." Ender shrugged. Brass dragons don't have such a thing as hair, so Ender was a little unsure about human hairstyles.
But it doesn't matter. It's definitely no problem if it's as bright and shiny as your own scales.
At this time, Xia Mi came out from the other end of the corridor. This girl was wearing a semi-shoulderless evening dress. Her whole body seemed to be emitting a twinkling light as she walked in this somewhat dim corridor. She walked up and down in high heels.
It was a little shaky along the way.
Seeing a few people, Xia Mi waved excitedly, limped to Chu Zihang's side, and pulled his shoulders: "Brother, hold on to me, I'm not used to it yet."
"Actually, Xiaomi, you can wear flat shoes, you don't have to be so particular." Ander glanced at Xia Mi's feet and then suggested.
Xia Mi shook his head like a rattle, and his hair brushed Chu Zihang's cheek: "No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, you, an old man like Uncle De, won't understand."
Xia Mi also calls her Uncle De now because she feels that Ander is not that old in appearance and it is a bit awkward to call her ancestor. Ander also acquiesces to her behavior, so she continues to do it.
Ender glanced at the clock on the wall of the corridor, then clapped his hands and said to a few people: "There is a simple dinner party on the lawn below. Go and get to know those people."
Then he whispered to Lu Mingfei: "Don't get too close to that kind of dandy, don't take drugs, drink less, and don't go in if you see a room with a closed door."
"And lastly," Ander patted Lu Mingfei's back: "Happy birthday."
The three of them, Lu Mingfei and Lu Mingfei, walked downstairs without knowing why. Xia Mi loudly discussed what good things to eat later, while Lu Mingfei lowered his head, wondering what he was thinking.
Chu Zihang supported Xia Mi and walked in front. When he was about to go out, Chu Zihang finally turned around and said to Lu Mingfei: "Do you know? Master has been preparing for this day for a long time."
Lu Mingfei's eyes bypassed Chu Zihang and looked at the towering three-layer birthday cake in the garden, and Caesar holding a cake knife and holding his head high. A group of young people stood behind Caesar and looked at this
The protagonist of this party.
Lu Mingfei.
Angers and Ander stood together by the window upstairs, looking at the young people in the garden. Angers turned to look at Ander with a smile in his eyes: "This is not like your style."
"It is not an easy task to bring the younger generation of the Secret Party family together," Ander shrugged: "Rather than using orders, I would rather hold a birthday party. At least that boy Caesar will be happy to come.
"
"Of course, the most important thing is that the secret party can reimburse the expenses of the birthday party." Ander spread his hands and said innocently.
Angre smiled and nodded, but his eyes couldn't help but look down at Xia Mi who was holding a small cake. His knife-like eyes looked around Xia Mi's snow-white neck, and his fingers trembled involuntarily.
"Don't be impulsive, now is not the time." Ander pressed Angers' hand: "There will be a chance."
Angers then turned his head and looked at Ander: "Yeah, it's not the time yet. Speaking of which, what do you think of the Nibelung Plan?"
"I can't hold it, and neither can you," Ander shook his head: "The Dragon Bone Cross not only contains the authority of the Dragon King, but also part of the Dragon King's memory. I just used it..."
Ender paused, pointed to his head and said, "But now I can still dream about the memory of King White being torn into pieces."