The man standing at the fresh-keeping glass counter was not very formally dressed, with a camel-colored soft windbreaker hanging from his body, and his hair above his ears was tied up in small knots.
He waited quietly for the waiter who came in to pick up the cake.
"Sir, this is the red velvet cake you ordered."
"Thanks."
Tang Ling nodded lightly and took the exquisitely packaged vintage red box with the Chinese characters "Happiness" embossed on it.
"Yunshi Group officially signed a spokesperson contract with MY Studio. Yunshi President Yun Xiao and F Country supermodel Lu Mingtong attended the signing ceremony..."
He looked in the direction of the sound. On the screen hanging on the wall, the two shook hands with each other, and then Yun Xiao passed through the palm of his waist. The Breguet couple watch inadvertently reveals the two of them, making them enviable.
MY studio
Tang Ling subconsciously substituted their names, and the result was just as he thought. It turned out that they were already so closely connected.
He tugged on the sleeves of his windbreaker to cover the Breguet on his wrist, which was an anniversary gift from Yun Xiao last year.
To be precise, he chose it himself and swiped his card to buy it.
There was another one in the room, but he didn't send it out. Xiang Chen said he didn't want it.
Driving back to the Royal Garden, Tang Ling was not surprised when she saw Xiang Chen at the door of the station and passed him carrying a cake and a gift box.
"Young Master Tang, don't go out on your own next time." Xiang Chen followed him and whispered.
He heard the accusation. In the past, he would remain silent, but today he was a little impatient.
"You are really Yun Xiao's dog." He muttered and cursed.
If you want me to accompany you, I will accompany you, if you want me to die, I will die.
"I just do my job."
Tang Ling didn't answer. He went back to his room, locked the door, and put his things on the desk.
The desk is next to the window, and outside the light-transmitting gauze curtain is a patch of red and pink tulips, which he planted himself.
The evening breeze blows on your face and you can smell the faint fragrance.
Opening the cake, he laid out the gift he gave Yun Xiao this year. It was the first money he earned in Honghu Port and was converted into gold bars, engraved with the words 'solid as a rock'.
It symbolizes that his love for Yun Xiao remains unchanged.
Maybe she felt childish and rustic, so Tang Ling smiled and lit a candle, closed the curtains so that only the flickering candle light was left in the room, and sat down with a sense of ceremony.
"Xiao."
When he pronounced this endearment, his voice was soft, and he rubbed his hands together very carefully to relieve the tension.
"Happy third wedding anniversary."
Tang Ling stared at the candle flame on the red velvet cake. After blowing it out, a wisp of white smoke floated up.
Deep down in his heart, he was still expecting that Yun Xiao would appear in front of him in the next second and celebrate his wedding anniversary with him.
This idea is already in its third year.
#F国#
Backstage at the signing ceremony, Yun Xiao took off his watch, with a hint of displeasure between his brows, and leaned against the door tiredly.
Sitting by the dressing table, Lu Mingtong took off his long fake hair, revealing his dry and plump forehead. He was fair-skinned and handsome, and his long and beautiful eyes looked directly at the sullen face of the man in the mirror.
"Xiao, don't be unhappy. It was me who took the initiative to put the watch on you and dragged you to the signing ceremony." He said disapprovingly. Seeing that the man's expression did not change at all, he walked over to him and held up his arm. He held up his hands and continued in a coquettish tone: "After all, when I return to China to develop my studio, I still need a giant Buddha to sit in front of me, you understand."
"fine."
His thoughts wandered to the conversation in the car when Xiang Chen sent him off to board the plane.
-What gift did he want this year
-Master Tang? He said he didn't want anything this year.