When Qian Cheng swiped up, he happened to see the date of the video's release.

July 9th.

This is......

His birthday.

He remembered!

Qian Cheng woke up suddenly, and his memory gradually recovered.

He said why this cake looked so familiar, it turned out to be the one he ate on his birthday.

However, didn't Liu Ming say that this cake was bought from the store?

Why did it come from Ning Mo'an?

Qian Cheng's brows tightened, he raised his eyes slightly, and looked at Ning Mo'an, who was sitting at the desk, and there was a dim and unknown light in his dark eyes.

Such a scorching gaze made it difficult for Ning Mo'an to ignore.

Ning Mo'an raised his head to see if Qian Cheng was looking at him, but found that the other party was still looking down and playing with his mobile phone.

"Is it my delusion?"

Ning Mo'an scratched his head suspiciously, muttering to himself.

She didn't know that Qian Cheng was calm and calm on the surface at this time, but in fact he was very flustered in his heart.

It was the first time he had the feeling of doing something bad and being caught.

Qian Cheng continued to scroll down Ning Mo'an's Weibo, and found that it was full of some of her small daily routines, as well as the design drafts she had drawn before, and there were many fans who liked her.

The time for renewal was cut off after that day's cake.

Qian Cheng tried to recall that on his birthday, a group of fox friends got together and drunk him.

It was that mistake that made him not know how to sleep with Ning Mo'an.

When he woke up on the second day, the blood stains on the bed made Qian Cheng at a loss.

Two months later, Qian Cheng got the news that Ning Mo'an was pregnant.

Qian Cheng recalled the past here, Ning Mo'an didn't know it, and was revising the design draft according to the opinions of netizens.

The sun shone on her delicate side face, making her whole person a little warmer.

Ning Mo'an looks so quiet and beautiful, and when she doesn't speak, she looks like a porcelain doll in a painting.

She held a paintbrush and stared at the computer screen, engrossed in drawing.

After a busy day, Ning Mo'an finally drew a prototype.

Thinking of Wang Chenggong's request, Ning Mo'an opened the mailbox and prepared to send him the sketched prototype first, and if there was anything unsatisfactory, he could also modify it in time.

Ning Mo'an entered the password and logged in.

"Ding Dong!"

"Ding Dong!"

……

The mailbox prompt is ringing, and the number of unread emails is rising.

This scene startled Ning Mo'an.

She hadn't logged into her email for over two years.

I don't know who sent her the email, but she sent so many messages.

When the sound was over, the number stopped growing, and Ning Mo'an opened the unread email with curiosity.

- Moan, where are you, why don't you reply to my email, is something going on on your side?

- Mo An, the Ning family has fallen, where are you now, are you okay!

- Mo An, I miss you so much, I dragged my former friends to inquire about your news today, but they said that after the Ning family was down, you will have no trace, where are you, I miss you so much.

……

Email after email, all from the same person.

This person is Lin Zixian, the senior of Ningmo'an University, who studied abroad when he was a senior.

The two were in intermittent contact after that, and then something happened to the Ning family, and Ning Mo'an was busy making a living all day long, and he couldn't think of the existence of such a person.

Now seeing that on the other side of the distant Pacific Ocean, there is a person who cares about him like this, and Ning Mo has an indescribable feeling in his heart.

She thought that she had already been given up by the whole world, but Lin Zixian's sudden appearance made her rise new expectations.

His eyes couldn't help but turn red, Ning Mo'an was afraid of being discovered by Qian Cheng, so he hurriedly raised his sleeves and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, his fingertips trembling slightly.

Ning Mo'an took a deep breath and suppressed the excitement in his heart.

She opened the email and was about to reply to Lin Zixian's email, when the prompt of the mailbox sounded again.

"Ding Dong!"

You have a new message.

Ning Mo'an hurriedly opened it, and as expected, it was sent by Lin Zixian.

- Mo'an, I'm going back to China. This time, I'm going to look for you personally, you wait for me, I will definitely find you, I'll be there soon.

Ning Mo'an looked at the words above and said that it was false not to be moved.

Bei Fang bit her lower lip tightly, and she replied tremblingly.

- Senior, I'm Ning Mo'an. I'm doing well now, you don't have to worry.

Ning Mo'an didn't know how to answer, so he could only hug Lin Zixian first, after all, he had been worried about himself for the past two years, even if it was this love, it was enough to move her.

Lin Zixian, who was far away on the other side of the Pacific Ocean, was about to close the computer, but suddenly heard the sound of the mailbox prompt.

He thought it was a document from work, but when he saw the person who came, he was stunned.

Lin Zixian stared blankly at the name on it, and rubbed his eyes in disbelief.

He read it several times, it was really sent by Ning Mo'an, there was nothing wrong!

Lin Zixian had long been accustomed to not replying to the letter over there, and the sudden surprise made him not react for a while.

Three minutes later, Lin Zixian's excited laughter erupted in the study.

"Hahahaha!"

"Finally found it!"

Lin Zixian completely lost his usual elegant and gentle image, and the whole person was like a hairy boy.

He was worried that Ning Mo'an would disappear again, so he hurriedly sent another email.

Where are you now, what is your contact information, I will be on a flight back home at two o'clock this afternoon, and I will land at about seven o'clock in the evening, do you have time, can you meet?

Lin Zixian said a lot at once, revealing the urgency in his heart between his words.

Seeing him say this, Ning Mo'an was embarrassed to refuse.

My phone number is 185**

Ning Mo'an sent his mobile phone number over, and was about to ask him a few more words, but the mobile phone placed on the desktop suddenly vibrate.

"Buzz ......"

Ning Mo'an looked down at the screen, it was an unfamiliar number.

She guessed that Lin Zixian was calling, and hurriedly walked towards the door with her mobile phone.

Before leaving, Ning Mo'an also quietly peeked at Qian Cheng, although she was just going to answer the phone, she always had a feeling of being a thief.

Ning Mo'an closed the door very lightly, thinking that he was unaware, but Qian Cheng watched her every move.

He looked up and looked at the doorway, his dark eyes flashing with a meaningful light.

Qian Cheng came to Ning Mo'an's desk and touched her computer with his hand.

His slender index finger tapped twice on the keyboard, ready to open it to see what Ning Mo'an was sneaking up on.