Murong Che hesitated for a moment, and when he saw the cake with his name written on it, he looked at her with a little doubt.

"What kind of tricks are you playing, and why are you writing my name on the cake?"

For this kind of thing, he has rarely seen it since he was a child.

Because, he never had a birthday.

Su Ying couldn't help but pull the corners of her mouth, this man is really peculiar enough, he doesn't even know about his birthday?

"Isn't it your birthday today? I prepared a table of food, but unfortunately it was cold, why don't I help you warm it up?"

Murong Che's deep eyes were full of warm anger, and with a wave of her palm, the cake in her hand fell to the ground, "Whether I have a birthday or not, what does it have to do with you?"

Su Ying felt as if she had been electrocuted, and her hand holding the cake was still frozen in the air.

What did he mean by that? She was kind enough to celebrate his birthday, and he didn't appreciate it, so he dropped the cake she had made all afternoon?

Su Ying only felt that what fell to the ground at the moment was not a piece of cake, but her own self-esteem.

"I just happened to know that today was your birthday, so I just wanted to surprise you. ”

As the words came out, Su Ying suddenly felt how redundant her explanation was.

Murong Che stretched out his hand and tore off the birthday hat on her head, and the bottom of his eyes was bottomless, "No need, Su Ying, don't think that being my lover can control my life, you are just a cheap tool." ”

His voice was cold, like a thousand arrows piercing his heart.

Hehe, she's just a cheap tool.

No, she's not cheap, she's mean.

Humble enough that he has nothing to do, and so humble that he wants to surprise him.

How did she forget that she was a lowly lover.

Pushing away Su Ying in front of him, Murong Che walked upstairs angrily.

The bedroom door closed heavily, and Murong Che leaned against the door panel, feeling as if his strength had been drained.

Why did he finally forget, and this damn eventful woman had to remind him so clearly?

It's been three years, and his most memorable day is so sad when he recalls it now.

Three years ago on this day, it was his only birthday.

Also, his most memorable day.

He still remembered that the smile on the woman's face was so pure.

He remembered more that she kept saying that he was all she had in her life.

When he naively believed that it was true, everything changed for the better.

The day after her birthday, she left.

To this day, he couldn't understand why the woman who was smiling and saying that she loved her a few hours ago took the huge amount of money given by Murong Hao and disappeared in the blink of an eye?

He didn't understand, and he didn't want to understand.

It's just that the wound is still so painful to this day, a tearing pain.

Finally, he forgot about today, but the woman downstairs picked on his wounds.

Let him once again, surrounded by pain.

Downstairs, Su Ying was still frozen there.

The candles on the dining table also seem to mock her meanness.

If someone hadn't sent him birthday gifts and greeting cards, how could she have been so idle to prepare all this for him?

If it weren't for the conversation between him and Min Ru that day, knowing that he was as fatherless and motherless as herself, she would not have been so humble as to do all this because of sympathy.

Tears lingered, and she trembled and squatted on the ground......

At night, the cold and biting antique solid wood floor has become her mattress tonight.

It's obviously in the scorching heat, but why does she feel chills?

Wrapped around his arms, curled up with his thin body, he sat quietly in the dark living room.

I couldn't help but feel bitter in my heart, and the food on the table seemed to exude a strong fragrance.

It's just that it makes her feel so bad.

There was still a courier received at noon on the table, and it was precisely because of that blessing that she fell into this embarrassment.

Suddenly, I remembered the picture of the boy who had celebrated his birthday.

Although she forgot the specific birthday of the boy, she remembered that it was also in this hot summer.

That day, in order to prepare a gift for the boy, she ran to the hillside behind the orphanage and made a beautiful wreath out of those colorful flowers.

At first glance, when the boy saw this garland, he was not so satisfied.

But when I saw her preparing this gift in order to make this wreath, she was dirty, not to mention, and even her palms were pierced by something.

Looking at her bright smiling face and the best wishes, the boy discovered that this wreath was the most beautiful wreath in the world.

Therefore, from then on, she paid great attention to the birthdays of the people around her, because it was not only a process, but a strong blessing.

It's a pity that she never had the chance to have a happy birthday for the boy again.

Every year after that, she focused all her energy on her father, and every year on his birthday, she would carefully prepare gifts.

It's just that her father was not happy because of her gift, she thought that her gift was not in line with her father's wishes.

In fact, how did she know that for her father, having money to gamble is the greatest happiness.

Now, his happiness is built on her pain.

It's just that she doesn't understand what Murong Che's happiness is?

Thinking of his attitude towards herself, she suddenly felt that perhaps, his greatest happiness was to torture her who was lowly.

With tears full of tears, I fell asleep.

The next day, he walked down from the upper floor, walked to her side, and looked at the woman curled up on the floor, and his heart was inexplicably suffocated.

This stupid woman, doesn't she know to sleep on the sofa?

I don't know why, touching her eyelashes trembling like butterfly wings, his heart was inexplicably torn apart.

Could it be that he really reacted too violently last night?

Isn't it too indifferent to her?

After all, this woman doesn't seem to have any reason worthy of his cruelty other than the money his father owes him.

Thinking of this, a deep apology rose in my heart.

Watching her shrink back again, I probably felt cold.

Murong Che leaned over and gently picked her up, in order not to wake her up from her sleeping, he took off his shoes and walked slowly upstairs.

Placing her in the bedroom, Ben wanted to get up and leave, but heard a crisp sound of something falling.

He lowered his head and touched the plastic ring on the ground, narrowing his eyes slightly, then shaking his head slightly.

This woman is really poor to a certain point, and she actually wears this kind of thing that a child may not want.

It seems that Su Binghuai, the so-called father, has really dragged her down a lot.

Bent down, picked up the ring on the ground, leaned over, placed it gently beside her, and then turned to leave.

Probably because she cried for so long last night that she didn't open her eyes until after eight o'clock.

Rubbing his sleepy eyes, he wanted to get up.

Suddenly, I realized that I was sleeping on soft Simmons.

Opening her eyes and looking around, she wondered.

Obviously lying on the floor of the living room in embarrassment last night, how could it become like this?

Could it be that everything is just a dream?

No, no, she remembered vividly what had happened last night.

Getting up, her hand touched the ring on the side of the pillow, she frowned, didn't have time to think about it, put the ring back in her pocket, and hurried downstairs.

Last night's kind meal was still neatly placed, but the cards and gift boxes on the table were gone.

Apparently, she was moved back to her bedroom.

Could it be him?

No, it won't.

He is such a cold-blooded person, how can he care about his life or death.

Perhaps, she has a problem with sleepwalking?

Su Ying shook her head heavily, she really couldn't figure it out, so she simply didn't think about it.

It didn't matter how she got back to the bedroom.

The important thing is that she must always remember that she is just a lowly lover.

Therefore, it is best not to do self-inflicted amorous things, and even less to touch self-seeking boring things.

Quickly cleaning up the self-inflicted and boring meals on the table, she planned to go to work after a simple freshening up.

Jingle bells.

She was just about to go downstairs when she heard the doorbell ring.

Suddenly realizing that the cold-blooded man was long gone, she hurried downstairs.

I was wondering who came to the door, and when I opened the door, I touched a familiar or unfamiliar face.

"Auntie?"

Su Ying's memory is not very good, but she still remembers that this woman is a woman who came a few days ago and claims to be Murong Che's nanny.

For her, Min Ru is not a guest, in comparison, in Min Ru's eyes, she is an uninvited guest.

Just when Su Ying was stunned, Min Ru had already crossed her side and went straight to the living room.

"Looks like you're really going to do something. This aunt's cry made me really fall for your ecstasy. ”

Min Ru took off her big sunglasses, put the handbag in her hand next to the sofa, and stared at Su Ying with a fierce look, "Yesterday, it was Xiao Che's birthday, I don't know, have you spent it with him?"

Su Ying was stunned for a moment, as if she had been poked in pain, and her face instantly turned pale, "No, no." ”

Her voice was full of bitterness, her eyes were evasive, and she didn't want to look at Min Ru's eyes that seemed to be able to see through people.

The corners of Min Ru's mouth pulled up a wicked smile, it was obvious that this woman was lying, "Oh? Why not? As a woman, this is to serve a good man properly." Especially a man like Xiao Che, a man with a busy career needs a woman's meticulous care. ”

Su Ying could hear that Min Ru obviously had something to say, but she didn't understand, what did she want to say?

"Yes, yes. ”

can only echo it like this, how could Su Ying not understand that compared to Murong Che's cold-blooded demon, this so-called aunt is not a good stubble.

Su Ying's obedience and conformity made Min Ru's heart tighten even more, as the saying goes, the more gentle the person, the most powerful enemy.

It seems that this scheming war really needs to spend more thought.