Hollywood Secret Garden

The alarm clock of Ding Lingling rang, followed by, as if all the alarm clocks had a tacit understanding, followed by Ding Ding Dongdong's ringing, making it very noisy.Reluctantly, a small white hand stretched out from under the quilt, grabbed the nearest alarm clock that made the most noise, and threw it at the others.

With a bang, very good, a STRIKE, all the alarm clocks fell to the ground tacitly, the little guy in the bed can obviously go to play professional bowling, but unfortunately, her goal was not achieved, the alarm clocks are still in harmony Reluctantly ringing.

A long sigh came from the bed, the pretty little guy turned over and sat up, his long golden-brown hair was piled up in a mess on his head, his eyes were open in a daze, and there was still a trace of red on his pink face. Blush from lack of oxygen while covering the quilt, and the close-fitting underwear was also pulled away and hung obliquely on the shoulders, revealing smooth shoulders, a full of sleepiness, really very cute, this is basically A big killer, a loli that is enough to make any strange Shumao fascinated.

Little Loli rubbed her eyes, yawned loudly, then stretched her body with an astonishing lethality, and muttered in displeasure: "Damn it! Damn the alarm clock, it won't make you sleep for a while!"

It is estimated that the strange people heard it, and there must be shards of glasses all over the floor. How could such a cute little girl be so dirty? !

At this time, there was a light knock on the door, followed by a middle-aged Caucasian woman poking her head in through the open door, and said with a smile: "Good morning, my dear, it's time to get up."

"Understood, Jennifer, I'll come." The little girl restrained her displeasure, stuck out her tongue cutely, and got out of bed to stop the alarm clocks on the floor one by one.

"Okay, 10 minutes, okay? My wife is waiting for you." The white woman smiled and closed the door again.

Following the little Lolita, she sat down on the bed with a kind of slump that only adults have, and murmured: "Oh my god, I will live this kind of disciplined life for several years, what a miserable world!"

But in less than a second, she immediately cheered up again: "But it's okay, compared to something that will take a lifetime to carry, at least there is hope."

Mumbling like this, the little girl walked into the bathroom of the private bedroom and looked at the large mirror. She gave a very cute grin, then pulled her face down and said helplessly, "Good morning, Miss Mason!"

Then she came to the toilet, opened the lid and grabbed into the panties. After grabbing two handfuls, she suddenly realized: "Damn, I forgot again." She turned around and sat on it, and said depressedly: "Sure enough, 30 years of inertia can't be offset by only 11 years."

Although she was muttering all the time, her hands were not idle. After brushing her teeth and washing her face quickly, she hurried out and sat on the dressing table to start grooming. With the non-stop dancing of her hands, the little guy quickly combed her messy hair Neat, plus a chic butterfly-shaped hair clip, it is even more cute.

Following her, she picked out a few clothes in the closet. The light green short-sleeved T-shirt and jeans were very ordinary at first, but once she put them on, she immediately felt a different feeling. The short-sleeved T-shirt was even better. Her fair and tender skin, and the pair of jeans and running shoes made her cute and playful.

"The brand of clothes is important, but it must be tasteful and individual, but it should not be too individual. If you are half a step ahead, you will be sought after, and if you are one step ahead, you will be despised." The little girl looked at herself in the dressing mirror and murmured. , and then showed a miserable vomiting expression: "God, should I jump off the stairs, maybe my next mother won't be a descendant of aristocrats with British blood!"

"Kris!" The door suddenly opened, and a slender, dignified but very peaceful woman appeared in front of the little girl. She had curly brown hair and light blue eyes filled with laughter. Looking at the little girl, although the clothes on her body are also very simple, they set off her temperament perfectly, especially the well-fitting ginger coat, which makes her look noble and plain.

The expression of miserable vomiting turned into a smile in an instant, so fast, I am afraid that the face-changing in Sichuan opera is nothing more than that, the little guy is very ladylike and said with a little embarrassment: "Sorry, Mommy, it's a little late."

"Let's go down together, you'll be late if you wait any longer." The mother beckoned, and the little girl immediately obediently held her mother's hand and followed her downstairs.

The bright sunshine poured into the living room, and the patchwork and elegant decoration around it made this spacious room look even brighter. The little girl's mother looked at a lazy man in white striped pajamas at the dining table, about 35 years old, and sighed helplessly. , the man sits at the dining table and stirs his coffee while reading the newspaper like most Americans do.Light brown hair, well-defined features, deep eyes and high nose, very handsome, especially those eyes, as black as the bottom of a deep lake, which fascinates people at a glance.

"Honey, I think you should get dressed and have breakfast." Mom said as she led the little girl down the stairs.

"Okay, Mary, dear, this is Los Angeles, not London or Bristol." The man put down the newspaper in his hand and said helplessly.

"But you have to set an example for the children, otherwise Angela will use you as a shield again." The little girl's mother shrugged and said.

"Really?" The man frowned deliberately, turned his head to the little girl and said, "Little girl, are you using me as a shield?"

"Actually, Mr. Jared Mason, I used you as a spear." Angela said solemnly.

"Look, Mary, Chris didn't use me as a shield." The man spread his hands solemnly.

"Understood, you two, let's have breakfast." Irene gave her husband and daughter a helpless look, and sat down at the dining table.

The breakfast is very rich, um...according to Americans, it is indeed very rich, including porridge, eggs, vegetable salad, French toast and pancakes, but for Angela, although he has eaten it for almost 10 years, the taste is not suitable She is used to it, but she still misses fried dough sticks, soy milk and pancakes very much.

The little girl ate her breakfast slowly, she was very polite and ladylike without talking much, of course, deep down in her heart, she wished she could eat it up in two or three bites and leave to go to school, but if she really dared to do this, she would immediately She will welcome her mother's majestic eyes, under the kind of eyes that can stab people to pieces, only her father Jared can ignore them.

"Mom, I've finished eating, can I go to school?" Angela obediently wiped the corners of her mouth with a tissue, and looked at her mother with bright green eyes, like two gemstones.

"Of course baby, be careful on the road." The mother nodded, and lightly touched her face, and Jared also touched her face: "Honey, do you want me to see you?"

"Thank you, Dad, but there's no need." Although she knew that the man in front of her was her father and had been with her for more than ten years, she still couldn't help getting goosebumps.

Angela took the small schoolbag handed over by Jennifer, put it on her back, and walked to the door in two or three steps. After turning around and waving to her parents at the dining table, she opened the door and ran away quickly. After leaving the gate, he ran up the street and looked back to make sure that the line of sight cast from the house would not reach here. Finally, he jumped up and cheered, and then quickly continued to run forward.

She ran to the corner of the street in one breath and then stopped. The corner of Emerald Avenue is the junction of the rich and middle-class areas of Los Angeles, and it is also the place where she took the school bus.St. John's Primary School, where Angela attends, is a public primary school.In fact, children from wealthy families like her should basically go to private elementary schools.

But the problem is that most of the private primary schools are girls' schools, and many of them are related to the church. Although they don't have overwhelming questions and endless homework like in the previous life, there are many rules to abide by, especially when After Angela heard too many stories about demons in the church, she was used to being free in her previous life, and she was even more reluctant to go. Besides, she had been tortured enough by her demon mother's various etiquette training since she was a child. It's miserable. Could it be that after entering the school, he still has to be tortured?Especially the school that my mother personally chose.

Although she didn't dare to fight against the demon mother, Angela, who has been a human for two lives, cleverly won over her father Jared, but she went a little too far. Can you imagine a little girl who is just 6 years old in front of you? Talk about life and ideals?But she was very lucky. Jared happened to be tired from dealing with some urgent matters at the company that day-he twisted his waist playing golf, and his father seemed to be very unfriendly to aristocratic private schools, so he was in a daze. Under the circumstances, he supported his daughter's decision, followed by smoothing over Irene without any risk, and allowed the little girl to enter a public school as her long-cherished wish was fulfilled.

At this moment, the ginger-colored school bus appeared on the street, Angela waved her hand quickly, and at the same time stretched beautifully, laughing inwardly: another beautiful day has begun!