Xie Zhiwu felt that she was actually an easily satisfied person. Not to mention it, just Yang Zi's simple happy birthday, which made her happy for more than half an hour.
Yan Hui was very dissatisfied with her neurotic appearance, and sneered coldly, "Xie Zhiwu, the second lady of the Xie family, I beg you not to show such a shameful expression all the time? Yeah, Yang Zi made you happy with this virtue in just one sentence. It's like being abusive all day long. Those who don't know think you're fucked..."
Before he finished speaking, Xie Zhiwu gave Xie Zhiwu a violent twist on her arm. The little girl would pick a place to pick the place close to the armpit. Yan Hui was hurt by her pinch without paying attention. He couldn't even bother to say anything.
"What do you know." After pinching Xie Zhiwu, his expression looked quite comfortable, and he took a small breath, opened the window and blew the night breeze, his voice was very light and slowly said, "I'm not afraid You joke, I grew up so, Yang Zi was the first person to say happy birthday to me on my birthday."
Yan Hui endured the pain and wanted to say you were nonsense, but after thinking about it, he also felt that the blessing a day in advance was really better than not, and he didn't say any more.
When the car stopped, Xie Zhiwu realized that Yan Hui had driven her to the beach.
She followed Yan Hui and got out of the car, watching him take out the things that Yang Zi had prepared for him in the trunk, and finally dragged the box cautiously, motioning Xie Zhiwu with her eyes, and strode alone. Go ahead.
"Originally, these should have been secretly prepared, but this is not a chance encounter, an accident, a beautiful accident, so you can just look at it, even if you think I am really dead, you are not allowed to laugh. Come out!" Yan Hui said as he walked. He took off his shoes until he reached the beach, handed the box to Xie Zhiwu, and walked far away alone with a big bag.
That box, Xie Zhiwu knew what it would be without having to look at it, and suddenly felt warmth in his heart.
Yan Hui pulled out a bunch of candles and fireworks from his bag. He thought for a while, ready to make a shape with candles. A heart shape was placed more than half. He looked up and saw Xie Zhiwu in the distance. The wind on the beach was blowing her skirt, and she just stood holding the cake quietly. He was motionless there, he couldn't see her expression clearly, and then lowered his head, but suddenly felt that the heart shape was extremely dazzling, and then waved his hand in the next second, disrupting the placed candle.
When Yan Hui finally stood up and clapped his hands with satisfaction, the happy birthday made of a candle was already on the beach. He took out the lighter, lit a cigarette casually, took the lighter and lit the candles one by one, and then ran back to Xie Zhiwu.
"Look at it?" He waited for her praise like a kid asking for credit.
Xie Zhiwu nodded stiffly, spit out a low voice, "It's okay."
Yan Hui's face turned dark, and with a cold snort, he turned his head off, "You are too uncounted, I am very popular and marketable, Xiaoye. How many women eagerly hope that I can take a look at them, and I smile at them." When they laugh, they are going to faint, let alone light candles for them, believe it or not, even if I put them in the shape of a stool, they can be touched by their bodies? I am so sincere for you, and spend so much effort. You put so many English letters, my legs are numb, little master, you don’t care if you don’t appreciate it, but you still face me expressionlessly, is it so difficult for you to smile at me? Make you..."
Xie Zhiwu couldn't stand Yan Hui's nagging anymore, and said bitterly, "Go to your uncle's Yan Hui. You have a good market? Can you hold a beautiful woman back when you give someone a shit? Yarn? You and his cat should be so good and considerate, why can't you let me find a warmer place to stay for a while, grandma, this is almost freezing, and you still expect me to laugh to you, you are not afraid of my smile The skin on the top is peeling off layer by layer... ”
Yan Hui was stunned, looked up at Xie Zhiwu's snot, and burst into laughter instantly.
Smile, smile, I must have suffered a lot in my previous life. I have never laughed before, but I love to laugh so much in this life... Xie Zhiwu's resentful belly, stomped her feet, just about to lift her hand to wipe her nose, there was an extra piece of clothing on her shoulder . She glanced at her, Yan Hui took off his shirt to her, he gathered her clothes, and wiped her nose with his hands, watching her tenderly at this moment.
No matter how thick-skinned Xie Zhiwu was, she couldn't help others to wipe her nose. Thinking of her beautiful young girl, now she is actually... She was really ruined in one wise life.
So in order to conceal her embarrassment, Xie Zhiwu had to lower her head shyly. Yan returned to this guy with a chuckle, and said, "Xie Zhiwu, the look of your runny nose is really... Tsk."
He added fuel to the fire and said such a sentence, and when Xie Zhiwu heard it, he kicked it out. Yan Hui hid himself neatly, and ran towards the candle with a big laugh, while turning his head and shouting at her, "Come on, there are fireworks!"
Xie Zhiwu ran behind him holding the cake. The awkward atmosphere disappeared for a while. She laughed a little self-deprecatingly and asked if she was thinking too much. And Yan Hui, who ran in front, changed from his careless appearance a second before, and gradually narrowed his smile.
When the fireworks were set off, something went wrong again. Xie Zhiwu watched Yan Huilishuo's fire run back in one go, and she was eager to try it. But the principle of cherishing life and cherishing health in her bones made her weak. She always didn't wait for the flames. When the letter was burned, he ran back screaming and screaming. In the end, Yan Hui finally couldn't stand it. He took her power to fire and laughed at her for being less brave than a bear. When Xie Zhiwu got angry, he opened the cake box, wiped the cream and put the cream on Yan Hui's face.
●31 novel app download address ● Yan Hui had to put the cream on his face and let off the rest of the fireworks in one go.
"Make a wish."
Yan Hui triumphantly conjured a bunch of candles and inserted them on the unrecognizable cake. Xie Zhiwu counted them, and there were seventeen in total.
"When did you prepare these?" she asked.
Yan smiled back and blinked, "While you are holding your head and yelling."
Xie Zhiwu thought about it, and smiled, "Yan Hui, you really owe you a beating."
"If you want to beating, you have to wait until you finish making a wish."
He stared at her with piercing eyes, making her feel that she was really no longer alone at the moment.
"Yan Hui, thank you."
Xie Zhiwu said thank you to Yan Hui, then lowered her head and acquiesced to a birthday wish. She thought that there were candles without advancement, and her wish would be fulfilled now.
Mo Jingyao, now, you will fall in love with me.
When Yan Hui sent Xie Zhiwu home, the sky was slightly brightened.
At the birthday party, she slipped away without saying hello, and she was already ready to accept the song's inquiry. But what she didn't expect was that as soon as the car stopped, the song ran out of the house.
"A Wu, where did you go? We found you all night!"
Xie Zhige looked at Xie Zhiwu anxiously, then looked at Yan Hui who got out of the car behind her, and there was no sound for a while. And when Xie Zhiwu's eyes met Mo Jingshun and Mo Jingyao behind Zhige, there was no Yuwang to explain.
"Then, I'll leave first."
Yan Hui reached Xie Zhiwu's ear and said goodbye in a low voice. Xie Zhiwu nodded blankly. No one knows how the two of them acted like this, but it seemed to an outsider that there was a faint smell of ambiguity.
"A Wu, it’s not my sister who said you. If you have something to do, you have to say hello in advance. If it’s too late, at least you have to bring your mobile phone. You didn’t even bring your wallet..." Xie Zhige pulled her into the house. While walking, he whispered, "We were going to give you the gift, but you all ran away... Brother Jingyao sat here all night in order to give you the gift by himself."
Xie Zhiwu looked at Mo Jingyao, who was obviously stiff when he heard the words. He couldn't help but smile. Song of Song, Song of Song, he was waiting to give me a gift. He wanted to stay with you for a while. The poor man is so affectionate, you still think about bringing red lines for him, how uncomfortable his heart should be.
When a few people entered the house, Zhisong let go of Xie Zhiwu with understanding, "Well, we didn’t sleep all night and we were tired. The gift is already in your room, so I won’t bother you anymore, we Go upstairs first."
After talking and blinking, he pulled Mo Jingshun upstairs.
Only Xie Zhiwu and Mo Jingyao were left in the living room with big eyes to small eyes, and the atmosphere was awkwardly embarrassing.
After a long time, Xie Zhiwu finally sighed and sank on the sofa.
"Are you looking for me?" she asked.
Knowing that it was impossible, she had to ask. Fortunately, the neck is really sore, she can rub it while asking to cover up her embarrassment and anxiety.
Mo Jingyao really gave a low reply. He walked up to her, sat down, thought for a while, took a gift from his arms, put it on the table and handed it to her.
Xie Zhiwu was stunned for a moment, took the gift and opened it to take a look, but couldn't help but sneer at a glance, "Mo Jingyao, your secretary's taste and appreciation level has really been like a day for more than ten years. "
When Mo Jingyao heard the words, he looked up at her in disbelief.
Xie Zhiwu didn't plan to pay attention to him, just fiddled with the box in her hand. It was a pretty-looking necklace, of course, provided that she hadn't received the ten previous ones.
Mo Jingyao only gives Xie Zhiwu a gift once a year. On the birthday of the song, it is her birthday gift, starting from the year when she was six. And this once-a-year gift, for eleven years in a row, has been a necklace that looks expensive but nothing new. In the first year, she liked it very much. She wore the necklace on her neck for a whole year, and she couldn't bear to take it off in the bath. In the second year, she still liked it very much. She thought Mo Jingyao thoughtfully chose a replacement necklace for her. In the third and fourth years, she gradually began to vaguely look forward to a unique gift.
The gifts that Mo Jingyao gave to the song were always different. Some were big, some were expensive, and some were worthless, but they all liked the song. He also prepared all of them for her personally and wholeheartedly.
And every festival every year, even April Fool's Day, will not fall.
But she, in eleven years, only had eleven necklaces that others had prepared for him.
He even sent her a fake hand.
She was envious and jealous, but tried her best not to compare with Song of Songs. Now she finally understood that the reason she didn't want to compare was because she knew that she was the one who would definitely lose.
"What song did you send?" she asked pretendingly curiously.
Mo Jingyao looked at her deeply and was about to answer, but Xie Zhiwu interrupted him with a wave of his hand, "Forget it, I don't want to know. Mo Jingyao, it would be nice if you continue to give me the necklace, not white No, when my seventy and eighty are unattended, I might still be able to open a store.” (to be continued) (end of this chapter)