Chapter 993 You Are Here, Not Shabby

Chapter 993

"I guess they saw us and felt embarrassed."

Feng Chuchu blushed, punched him, and lowered her head without speaking.

Shi Chengan put his arms around her and smiled: "After graduating from high school, we will get engaged, and we will get a certificate after graduating from college."

"I don't want it, who wants to marry you." -

Qian Miao walked out of the closed house, walked all the way towards the gate of the community, crossed the road, and walked into a private restaurant.

After reporting the room number, the waiter led her up.

As soon as the door was pushed open, I could smell the aroma of food.

A man was standing by the table, dressed in British style, with a casual air of wandering the world, his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and he was holding things in both hands. Before she came in, he was obviously busy. What, when she came in, she turned her head and looked this way, with a deep smile on her warm and handsome face.

"coming."

A bouquet of "flowers" was placed in the middle of the table, and a small sign stood on it: I wish Xiao Shiyi a triumphant return from the competition.

This bunch of flowers, with a hot aroma, is mainly composed of various meat skewers.

She put her hands in her pockets, looked at the man in front of her and smiled speechlessly: "Playing this again?"

"The last time I played was five years ago." Bai Mucheng took out the bouquet of "flowers" and gave it to her: "My little Shishi, you must be serious about this exam."

Qian Miao raised her eyebrows, reached out to take it, and sniffed it: "Why didn't you put chili?"

"You're going to get on the plane tomorrow. What if you eat up your stomach? Don't eat it."

As he spoke, he rolled out a small cake with candles on it and the number 26.

Qian Miao frowned: "So young? Your 26th birthday is too shabby."

"You are here, not shabby." He pulled the chair away.

Qian Miao put the meat skewers down, then sat down, looked around: "Just us?"

"Who else do you want?"

"I prefer to be lively," she said.

Bai Mucheng smiled: "Forget it, I'll come here a few days in advance, just because I don't want to be so lively. Every time the house is very big, there are a lot of people here, but none of them is what I really want to see. This year I have to take the initiative to fight for it."

His tone was relaxed, as if joking.

Qian Miao shrugged her shoulders slightly, took out a small box from her pocket, and handed it to him: "Happy birthday, brother."

Bai Mu accepted the past and opened it in front of her.

In the next second, he raised his eyebrows and was quite pleasantly surprised: "You are willing to give it to me?"

He knew that Qian Miao had a precious little black box in her hand, the little black box was filled with perfumes, and all of them were her favorite works.

Not mass-produced, not sold, only for viewing, or as a gift.

"It suits you," she said

Bai Mucheng opened the cap and sprayed it: "It's just what I want, this perfume is my own, right?"

Qian Miao: "Everything you take out of my box is unique."

Bai Mucheng kissed the body of the bottle: "Then I am extremely honored."

Qian Miao raised the corners of her lips and said, "Make a wish, I'll blow out the candles later."

"Is there something missing? The birthday song was not sung." He came and sat down opposite her.

Qian Miao turned on the music, it was the birthday song.

Bai Mucheng clicked to close.

"Eleven, sing a little and let me hear it."

His eyes are very gentle.

Qian Miao's face was quite pale, and said: "You know, I can't sing."

"I know, but I still want to hear you sing." He smiled slowly: "Birthday wish."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, but Qian Miao still turned on the player.