Under the division of labor and cooperation between Gao Huijuan and Chen Meiyun, the last dishes were served to the table, one soup, and two side dishes.

Before Song Xiangran came to the Fang family, on the Fang family's dining table, except for Chen Meiyun and Fang Weihua chatting occasionally, Fang Qingming and Fang Qingran were almost not synchronized, and the family rarely got together to eat, and when they got together, they were all speechless.

However, after Song Xiangran appeared, the Fang family was full of vitality.

The family often eats together, and they all talk and laugh, and the atmosphere is much more relaxed.

This time, on Song Xiangran's birthday, Gao Huijuan and Song Jianguo were also there, and several old friends raised their wine glasses and couldn't help but reminisce about the old days. The whole room reverberated with laughter.

After eating, Fang Qingming was sent to bring the cake from the refrigerator.

The packaging of the cake is also very exquisite, and when it is opened, it reveals a colorful cake with a burst of sweetness.

Within a few seconds, Song Xiangran couldn't help it and wanted to take the plate to fill the cake.

was slapped back by Gao Huijuan.

"Xiang Ran, the candles haven't been lit, why are you so anxious. Gao Huijuan couldn't help laughing.

Song Xiangran grimaced at Gao Huijuan embarrassedly, and then stood up obediently, waiting for the candle to be inserted before eating.

After the eighteen colorful candles were inserted, before they could be lit, Song Xiangran stretched out his claws to the cake again.

This time, he was slapped back by Fang Qingming, and Song Xiangran glared at Fang Qingming angrily.

Fang Qingming slowly took out a lighter and lit the candles one by one.

"The candles haven't been lit, why are you in such a hurry?" Fang Qingming lit the candle while learning Gao Huijuan's tone and said Song Xiangran.

Amused the big guys.

Song Xiangran was choked up and speechless for a while, this time, he had to stand in a proper manner, motionless, waiting for Fang Qingming to light all the candles, make a wish, blow out the candles, and then eat the cake.

After the eighteen candles were lit, Fang Weihua and the others turned off the lights, looking at the eighteen candles, the lights were flickering.

"Xiangran, make a wish. Chen Meiyun whispered to Song Xiangran.

Song Xiangran reacted at this time, hurriedly closed his eyes, folded his hands, and began to make a wish on the candle.

Now Song Xiangran seems to be back to eighteen years old again.

So, what wish would eighteen-year-old Song Xiangran want to make? Song Xiangran didn't have the opportunity to make a wish in her previous life, so this time, let her make a wish for her eighteen-year-old self.

After the wish was made, everyone and Song Xiangran blew out the candle together.

Finally came to the part of dividing the cake, Song Xiangran excitedly picked up the knife to cut the cake, cut it piece by piece, and put it in each plate.

After all the portions were ready, Song Xiangran was embarrassed to pick up his share and began to eat.

Sure enough, it's worth the money, and the taste of this cake is indeed worth the price.

Even Fang Qingran, who doesn't like sweets very much on weekdays, accidentally ate two cakes.

"Hiccup. A burp rang out in the room.

Song Xiangran smiled embarrassedly, and then continued to finish the cake on the plate.

Because he ate too carelessly and too focused, Song Xiangran's face was also stained with some cake cream.

Suddenly, a somewhat warm hand touched Song Xiangran's face.

Song Xiangran was stunned, and when he looked up, he found that it was Fang Qingming.

His bony hands, slender fingers, were stained with a piece of cream.

"Brother Qingming, ...... you" Song Xiangran was a little speechless for a while, "you" for a long time, and finally under Fang Qingming's gaze, he handed his plate of cake to Fang Qingming, "Do you want to eat it?"

Fang Qingming was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and rubbed Song Xiangran's head with his other hand.

"I don't dare snatch it from your mouth. After Fang Qingming finished saying this, he turned around and went to find a tissue to wipe his hands, and after wiping his hands, he handed Song Xiangran a tissue.

However, this sentence, in the future, is actually not counted at all.

After eating the cake, Song Xiangran told everyone that the news reported today that there was a meteor shower at night, and suggested that everyone go to the yard together to wait for the meteor shower to appear, and then make a wish together.

"The last time I saw this was when you were your age. Gao Huijuan leaned on Song Jianguo, looked at the stars in the sky, and said thoughtfully.

Everyone drank more or less today, and everyone was a little drunk at this time, except for Fang Qingran, who didn't like to drink because of his young age, and he didn't drink a drop of alcohol, and he was very sober.

There is a grass in the courtyard of the Fang family, and when there is nothing to do, Fang Qingming will always lie on the grass to bask in the sun, or watch the stars and the moon at night.

I don't know why, as if it was a tacit acquiescence, every time Song Xiangran sat next to Fang Qingming, and then next to Fang Qingran.

If it were according to the past, Song Xiangran would definitely be a little nervous at this time.

But fortunately, he drank some wine at dinner, and Song Xiangran was a little drunk now, and the whole person was so relaxed.

"Brother Qingming, can you let me lean in?" Song Xiangran drank the wine, his little face was slightly red, and when he said this, he looked at Fang Qingming with a confused smile.

The wind at night is a little cooler, blowing through everyone's side, which can stir people's hearts.

The wind blew from Song Xiangran's side, and when it drifted to Fang Qingming's side, it carried a faint smell of wine.

The aroma of this wine, because it brought Song Xiangran's body temperature, was a little ambiguous at night, between Song Xiangran and Fang Qingming.

I don't know why, Song Xiangran, who drank wine, is not the same as before, a little more charming. Generally speaking, Fang Qingming should not refuse.

But this time, Fang Qingming didn't even dare to look directly into Song Xiangran's eyes, the roots of his ears turned red, and he instinctively wanted to refuse.

There were some subtle feelings in his heart, which were fermenting rapidly.

On the quiet night, Fang Qingming was suddenly afraid that his heartbeat would be faster, so that it would be noticed by others.

Seeing that Fang Qingming didn't take care of himself, Song Xiangran frowned slightly with some displeasure, and moved his body to Fang Qingming's side.

"Brother Qingming, why don't you ignore me?" When Song Xiangran spoke, in an unprecedentedly coquettish tone, Fang Qingming's heart softened.

"I didn't. Fang Qingming was stunned for a while, and only after a while did he reply, his voice a little hoarse.

"Oh, that's good, that's good. Song Xiangran smiled to himself, and then leaned directly on Fang Qingming's shoulder, and the whole person leaned on Fang Qingming's body.

Fang Qingming's amount of alcohol has always been one of the best, and tonight, in order to have fun, it was also to accompany the elders to be happy, in fact, he didn't drink much.

Probably because of the gust of wind just now, which blew Song Xiangran's wine to Fang Qingming.

It's a night that's too intoxicating.

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