“Ding bell—” The moment the phone rang, the caller displayed was—my wife.
I changed it when I got up this morning. There was no entanglement, just a little excitement.
At this moment, he saw Luo Qingchen standing at the door of the cake shop through the window, and the corner of his mouth unconsciously raised a faint smile.
I don’t know why, but my heart feels warm.
Ye Zuochuan's car was only two steps away from her. Instead of getting into his car, she called herself.
What kind of mood this is, no one in this world can understand.
"Hello -" he said calmly, and her sweet voice came from the other end of the phone.
"He Chen, I... I don't have an umbrella. Can you come pick me up? I'll treat you to dinner!" She pursed her lips with a hint of coquettishness.
"Okay." He hung up the phone, took out an umbrella from the car, and got out of the car.
There was heavy rain and heavy traffic. The moment He Chen opened the umbrella, she felt that her world was about to light up.
Ye Zuochuan watched He Chen walk into the cake shop, walked to her side, and put his arm around her waist. Keep her firmly by his side, under his protective umbrella.
"How about it? I'm here as you please!" He Chen glanced at Ye Zuochuan's car with his peripheral vision, and the hand rubbing her waist tightened tighter and tighter.
She chuckled lightly and nuzzled into his arms, with an unconcealable smile on her lips.
It wasn't until she got into the car that Luo Qingchen carefully placed the twenty-inch cake, turned to He Chen and said, "Let's go eat!"
"You still like to buy such big cakes." He Chen squinted his eyes, glanced at the flavors on the outer packaging, and said with a faint smile on the corner of his mouth: "The flavors still haven't changed."
"Taste?" Luo Qingchen frowned, memories tumbling in her mind.
She didn't remember that the original owner had bought a cake for He Chen, why did He Chen say that.
"Nothing." He shook his head and said, "It's a big day. I bought a cake."
He Chen's expression was very casual when he asked. It seemed that he really didn't remember his birthday at all.
And I probably forgot about it completely, I didn’t mean to say that.
"Let's go to the Michelin restaurant first. I've made a reservation!" Luo Qingchen blinked and continued: "You can just think of it as a wedding anniversary now!"
Elegant restaurant, melodious music, faint aroma of red wine.
Luo Qingchen shook the goblet in his hand and said, "Mr. He, let's touch one!"
"Ding-" The clear sound of the collision of goblets is pleasant to the ear.
She glanced at the cake next to her and said, "He Chen, happy birthday!"
He was stunned for a moment, then seemed to remember something in the next second, and chuckled: "Thank you."
At this moment, the blood all over his body was boiling, spreading straight to his heart.
He suddenly began to feel lucky that he believed her and that she was still with him.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 60%.
"Did you really forget?" She looked at him in disbelief. After all, she bought this big cake and invited him to dinner. She must have guessed it!
"Yeah." He nodded and said, "I haven't had a birthday in ten years, so I have no memory."
He Chen felt a little sad when he said these words. Luo Qingchen didn't quite understand, but she didn't ask any more questions.
"Ahem..." She just cleared her throat and said: "It seems that I was right to buy such a big cake! After all, I haven't had a cake for so many years, so I have to make up for it! How about it? Mr. He can make a wish! "
The waitress on the side came forward to light the candle, and he said with thin lips: "I hope that the person who celebrates my birthday next year will be the same as this year." (To be continued)