Chapter 111 Giving Gifts
On the first day of school, Tong Wanwan woke up very early.
It wasn't because she was nervous and wanted to get up early to prepare, but because... she still had to prepare food for the little pets today.
She was used to eating breakfast, so she made portions for the four little ones. As for lunch and dinner, she had to leave it to the versatile little housekeeping machine. The little machine prepared meals according to her set time, and the types of meals were also as close to their taste as possible, so there was no need to worry about them going hungry.
Tong Wanwan even thought: If one day she forgets to cook for them, these orcs in the house, who are dressed in pet skins, will prepare it themselves.
The first day of school is also likely the first day you make new friends.
After finishing her breakfast, Tong Wanwan returned to her bedroom, planning to put on some delicate and natural daily makeup.
Her facial features are naturally beautiful, and her bright, pure eyes are equally impeccable. After drawing her eyebrows, she used a little orange eyeshadow, finished off with eyeliner, and applied a coat of mascara to make her lashes curl even more, which enhanced the three-dimensional effect of her eyebrows and eyes.
Just after applying the orange-red lip gloss, a message came into my brain.
Tong Wanwan took a glance and found that it was sent by the Marshal.
"A: Are you ready? I'll take you there."
The 1551 system choked: [Wasn't this guy just having breakfast downstairs?]
Elvis is the little white lion Cancan, which means... the Marshal noticed her preparation time and came to ask her on time.
"No thanks, Mr. Marshal," Tong Wanwan said, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. She realized belatedly that the little white lion was indeed eating very quickly. "Don't bother you. I'll just go out and call a hovercraft."
The person on the other side of the computer responded quickly.
"A: I'm waiting for you outside."
1551: [?]
Tong Wanwan was stunned for a moment, opened the window, looked out, and vaguely saw a black aircraft through the gaps in the trees.
She remembered that the car Mr. Marshal drove last time was silver...
Have you changed it?
"I understand, Mr. Marshal. I'll be right down!" Tong Wanwan replied as she headed downstairs. Sure enough, the four pets that had been waiting in the living room to see her off had been quietly reduced by one.
Naitang looked very reluctant to leave. Her big, round, copper-brown eyes became tearful again. Her two paws pressed on her shoes, as if she was reluctant to let her owner go. Anyone who saw this would feel soft-hearted.
"Little candy," Tong Wanwan half-knelt down, picked it up and rubbed it again and again, her heart melting with its cuteness. "Sister will be back in the evening, so be good at home."
The little British Shorthair meowed several times in a row, dragging out the long tone of coquettishness, and rubbed hard in her arms, as if declaring its sovereignty and marking its scent to its owner.
"Don't worry," she said with a smile, comforting him, "I won't be seduced by the little wild cat out there."
Cats naturally mark their scents, and they love to rub against their owners because they value their owners. If a cat touches another cat outside, no matter how long it takes for them to come back, the cats at home will smell the unfamiliar scent and might even become irritated.
The aircraft parked outside was easy to find. When Tong Wanwan approached, she found that the door of the aircraft was already open.
The man stood by the door, his figure tall and resolute, looking at her from a distance. She could feel his very focused gaze glancing at her.
"Good morning, Mr. Marshal~"
"Morning, sit down."
After saying hello, the two of them sat in the driver's and co-pilot seats, one on the left and one on the right.
It's quiet, but not obtrusive or awkward.
“I…” “You…”
She and Elvis spoke at the same time in tacit understanding, then paused at the same time, turned their heads and looked at each other.
Tong Wanwan chuckled and couldn't help laughing. She inexplicably sensed a hint of nervousness in the silver-haired man's tense jawline. "Mr. Marshal, what do you want to say?"
Elvis straightened his already straight back and whispered, "You speak first." He didn't have anything special to say, he just wanted to chat.
Tong Wanwan chuckled and took out a pink and white gift bag from the storage space. Inside was a beautifully wrapped small box, which contained the gift she was going to give to Elvis.
"This is for you, Mr. Marshal," Tong Wanwan handed it over, her eyes filled with a faint warmth. "This is a gift to thank you for saving me again, and... for always helping me."
"The thank-you gift is small, but the thought behind it is great. Please don't mind it," she joked.
Ivis was slightly startled, then quickly and skillfully switched to autopilot mode and took the gift bag from her with both hands. "Thank you."
"I won't mind." He added.
The man looked solemn, not as if he had received an ordinary gift. If you must say... it was more like he was accepting an award on the stage under the attention of everyone.
In fact, he regarded everything she gave him as a treasure.
The fallen petals she picked from the tip of her nose were secretly taken away by him. After they were naturally dried, he framed them in a white frame with black edges and hid them in the most secret room of the private village. The small lion claw pendant made of a needle that she gave to "Cancan", if she suddenly came closer and pulled open his sleeves, she would find that the small pendant was hanging on his wrist, and the size was just right.
"Can I open it now?" Elvis pursed his lips, staring intently.
Inexplicably, her eyes overlapped with the little white lion's as it stared straight at her.
"Ahem," Tong Wanwan became nervous for some reason, and her ears felt a little hot. "Of course."
The Marshal opened the gift with great satisfaction.
Although she looked serious, Tong Wanwan suddenly imagined a strange yet adorable image in her mind: a big white cat, purring excitedly with its two large paws...
Surprisingly, it was very similar to the feeling Mr. Marshal gave her.
The thank-you gift that Tong Wanwan gave this time was a small notebook.
This was not the first time that Elvis had seen something in “paper form”, but it was the first time that he had received this type of gift.
The Marshal, who was always decisive and courageous, now opened the notebook carefully, as if he was afraid of damaging it.
The girl carefully drew cute little illustrations on every page of the notebook.
Like a pot of flowers at home, a small pond in the backyard, the little animals in the pet shop, and... the little white lion running or jumping, lying on the sofa, curled up in the sleeping nest, looking lazy or confused.
In addition, each page of the notebook is embedded with a corresponding sound chip: the sound of fingertips sliding across the pool water; the cute and round "cooing" and "chirping" sounds, the cool "meowing" sounds of milk candy, and various sounds made by the little white lion.
The "meow" when acting coquettishly, the "ow" when agreeing helplessly, the "woof" when feeling unhappy and full of possessiveness...
All the little illustrations, and the girl's voice that was recorded at some unknown time.
It was filled with her favorite and most cherished treasures.
Tong Wanwan unfolded before him the life she enjoyed and cherished, as well as every bit of the scene, without reservation.
The last page was a photo he had requested as a fan when he first met her.
After staring at the photo in silence for a long time, Elvis clicked on the sound chip on the last page.
Her voice is sunny and gentle——
"Mr. Marshal, meeting you is the happiest thing in this world. Thank you."
(End of this chapter)
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