The two of them were busy in the cake shop for more than three hours, even if someone was teaching them, even if the materials they got were basically semi-finished products, but the cake they made was still unsightly.

But fortunately, Zhang Xian and Zhu Jiarun still have time, and the most important thing is to be in a good mood; as for the cake made by themselves, it is ugly, and the money spent is several times more expensive than buying a cake, Zhang Xian and Zhu Jiarun don't care.

Seeing that Zhang Xian had been patiently learning to make cakes by the side, Zhu Jiarun was very sweet in her heart, she knew that Zhang Xian didn't like these, but he didn't show the slightest displeasure.

This is Zhang Xian, and it is often difficult for people who don't know him to know what he really thinks in his heart, because he is very good at covering up.

After a day of playing, the two of them also went home.

Zhang Xian, who was lying on the bed, still felt a little unreal, he was sleeping in such a good room now, and the clothes and shoes he was wearing were also something he couldn't afford before......

He knows very well that all this is because of Zhu Jiarun.

Instead of being full of energy because of a good night's sleep, Zhang Xian became even more tired, because he had a dream all night, and the woman who was suspected of Zhu Jiarun still appeared in the dream.

The two of them were busy in a kitchen where it was difficult to turn around, Zhang Xian saw that he was cooking, and the woman hugged him tightly from behind, staring at the dishes in the pot...... The two of them were laughing and laughing, which was really sweet.

It's my birthday, today is Zhu Jiarun's birthday!

Zhang Xian rubbed his face and cheered up, he didn't know what his relationship was with the woman in his dream, and he didn't know what the reason for his constant dreams for half a year.

But one thing is certain, that is, Zhu Jiarun is very good to him, even if the woman who suspected Zhu Jiarun in the dream seemed to have bullied him and scolded him, but the two of them also had very sweet moments, and the two were very close......

The most important thing is that Zhang Xian knows that Zhu Jiarun is really good to him, which is why Zhang Xian followed Zhu Jiarun to Shanghai.

Of course, there are also some restlessness in his character.

"Brother Xian, do you know what day it is today?" Seeing Zhang Xian walk out of the door, Zhu Jiarun looked at Zhang Xian expectantly.

Zhang Xianle and said, "Of course I know, you have a life!"

Zhu Jiarun smiled very happily, and said coquettishly, "How are you going to give me a birthday? If you don't give me a birthday, no one will give me a birthday!"

"What kind of gifts do you like? Let's go buy gifts, and then didn't we say yesterday that we could make our own birthday cake." ”

Hearing Zhang Xian's natural words, Zhu Jiarun pursed his pink red lips dissatisfied, tilted on the sofa and began to roll......

Zhang Xian was also a little embarrassed, he really didn't have any talent for choosing birthday gifts, and he didn't know much about it. If you really ask him to prepare a gift, it's basically a crowd, a doll or a birthday cake, that's basically it.

Seeing Zhang Xian's embarrassed and embarrassed appearance, Zhu Jiarun didn't continue to make things difficult for him, she knew that Zhang Xian was a person who didn't have many romantic cells, so she still needed to take the initiative in some things.

"Brother Xian, I don't care about anything today, you can arrange it, it's up to you how my birthday is!"

Zhang Xian was under a lot of pressure and asked tentatively, "Then let's make a cake?"

Seeing Zhu Jiarun nodding with a smile, Zhang Xian naturally breathed a sigh of relief, feeling that this still didn't seem to be enough, think about it again.

"We went to make cake in the afternoon and came back in the evening to eat cake. How about we go find a place to play during the day?"

Zhu Jiarun jumped up from the sofa and said happily, "Okay, let's make a cake in the afternoon and come back in the evening to celebrate!"

After a brief cleanup, Zhang Xian followed Zhu Jiarun out and went out to play. Zhang Xian is still very stressed, because he doesn't know Shanghai. But Zhu Jiarun took the initiative to bring it up, as long as Zhang Xian said where he wanted to go, she would lead the way......

Suddenly, he keenly saw Zhu Jiarun's envy of some girls passing by, and Zhang Xian immediately noticed it.

Zhu Jiarun's birthday is the seventeenth day of the first lunar month, and generally speaking, this time period is around Valentine's Day in the West, so now some young men and women are really happily living Valentine's Day.

After thinking about it, Zhang Xian was not embarrassed, "Why don't we go buy a bouquet of flowers?"

Zhu Jiarun was very happy, and stood in front of Zhang Xian all of a sudden, almost face to face, although Zhang Xian subconsciously wanted to escape, but he couldn't escape, because Zhu Jiarun's hands grabbed his clothes.

"That's the flower you gave me, didn't I buy it myself?"

Zhang Xian nodded, of course it was the flowers he sent, and he was inexplicably a little nervous, in fact, Zhang Xian had never sent flowers to anyone.

The two of them went to a flower shop, which looked pretty good, and Zhang Xian felt that according to his relationship with Zhu Jiarun, maybe it would be better to give lilies, so that people would not be misunderstood.

As a result, it seems that as soon as I entered the flower shop, someone misunderstood, and the misunderstanding was naturally the staff of the flower shop, and the young man who came to the flower shop on Valentine's Day was still a young man and a woman, and this relationship was not obvious.

"Hello, there is a special event for Valentine's Day today......"

Zhang Xian originally wanted to explain it, but it was not his turn to explain his relationship with Zhu Jiarun, because Zhu Jiarun was very curious and curious about the Valentine's Day activities of the flower shop.

Seeing Zhang Xian running to see the lily and bellflower, and running to ask what flowers should be sent to the girl for her birthday, Zhu Jiarun was very dissatisfied, her hint was so obvious, and the pig also ran to ask the staff of the flower shop!

"What flowers do you want to give me?" Zhu Jiarun pouted, his hands naturally supported Zhang Xian's waist, face to face, "I tell you, if I don't like flowers, I won't accept them!"

Seeing the flower shop staff laughing, Zhang Xian was a little stressed and embarrassed, who made him only seventeen years old now, although he is not handsome, but he is not that kind of 'precocious' appearance in the end. I still have some obstacles in my heart, for fear that others will talk about it......

The embarrassed Zhang Xian raised his body back slightly, and said, "What kind of flowers do you like?"

It's really hard to reason with girls, especially this kind of obvious coquettishness, "How can I say it, you sent me flowers!"

At this time, the employees of the flower shop stood up, not because Zhang Xian and Zhu Jiarun were very 'sweet', but for the sake of performance.

"Handsome guy, today is Valentine's Day, of course I want to send roses. Your girlfriend is so beautiful, giving roses is the best way to show your love. ”

Zhang Xian opened his mouth, ready to say something, but when he saw Zhu Jiarun looking at roses, he seemed to really like roses.

That's right, there's no girl who doesn't like flowers. Although it was misunderstood, the misunderstanding is misunderstood, anyway, these people don't know themselves, the most important thing is that Zhu Jiarun is happy, today is her birthday, and her happiness is the first!

"Runrun, do you like roses?" Zhang Xian moved in front of Zhu Jiarun and asked carefully, for fear that she would misunderstand.

Seeing Zhu Jiarun nodding, Zhang Xiancai breathed a sigh of relief.

At this time, the flower shop staff appeared again, recommending blue enchantress and pink roses, talking about French roses, champagne roses, and so on. Zhang Xian was eye-opening, he didn't expect that there were so many doorways for roses, and he didn't expect there to be various theories.

Zhu Jiarun whispered to Zhang Xian, "Just buy red roses, a lot of blue enchantresses and the like are dyed and not authentic." ”

Well, red roses are red roses, although they are the most popular color, but Zhu Jiarun's liking is the first.

Next, the embarrassment is that the flower language of roses is love, but the number of flowers also has a special meaning.

It's definitely not okay to send one, but this rose itself shouldn't be sent randomly, not to mention that it still needs to face a more sensitive meaning now, Zhang Xian is afraid that Zhu Jiarun will misunderstand something.

Looking at Zhu Jiarun, Zhang Xian asked tentatively, "Runrun, how much do you think is better?"

Zhu Jiarun didn't raise his head, and continued to read the booklet with the meaning of flower language and the number of flowers, "How much do you think is good?"

Originally, I was going to give seventeen flowers, but when I saw the meaning, I was shocked: desperate and irreparable love!

This time, Zhang Xian felt that it was really tricky, and he couldn't even get a number of flowers that was Zhu Jiarun's birthday number!

"Runrun, how about thirteen flowers?" Zhang Xian's face was overjoyed, and he saw a good number, and the meaning was also great.

Zhu Jiarun snorted: Friendship lasts forever!

This is definitely not the number of roses she wants Zhang Xian to send her, absolutely not!

"The number thirteen is not good, the most unlucky number in the West!"

If it is unlucky, then it will naturally be remedied quickly; seeing what the flower shop staff wanted to say, Zhang Xian hurriedly did not plan to listen more.

Everyone understands Wang Po's routine of selling melons and boasting, these people can't wait to hope that Zhang Xian will buy one hundred and eight roses, and they naturally recommend a lot of roses.

Eleven, just order!

"Eleven, how about eleven?"

As soon as Zhang Xian's tentative words fell, Zhu Jiarun said happily, "Just eleven flowers, wrap it up a little better!"

Zhang Xian thinks about smooth sailing or something, but Zhu Jiarun definitely doesn't think like this;