Ning Qiluo's apartment is only about sixty-seven square meters and is a duplex. She didn't have a pet, and because she didn't have time to take care of them, she had some succulents that could easily grow naturally.

Go and pull the curtains back, and the whole room will be much brighter.

Ning Qiluo turned around and saw the peerless demon sitting on her sofa, drinking coffee leisurely.

Suddenly, he had a flash of inspiration, and immediately said to Jiang Yingchi: "I'll ask Jones and Edith to prepare a birthday banquet for you!" They are professional! Spend less! ”

Jones and Edith went out shopping, and they told her on WeChat that they would come back in the evening to cook!

Jiang Yingchi said: "They are on vacation today. ”

Ning Qiluo waved her hand: "I didn't approve leave for them!" They just went shopping! ”

Jiang Yingchi: "I approved it." ”

Ning Qiluo: "......"

Jiang Yingchi used her rights to approve Jones and Edith.

Ning Qiluo was a little unconvinced: "Jones and Edith obviously said that they were serving me, how could they listen to you?" ”

Jiang Yingchi glanced up at her: "Because, I told them that I am yours, fiancé." ”

Ning Qiluo: "! ”

How could Jones and Edith take his word so easily?

Is it because he is more handsome?

She asked him tentatively: "Then can you tell me why I entered the entertainment industry with a hot brain in the first place?" ”

"Haven't you already said the answer?" Jiang Yingchi retracted his gaze.

She's already spoken out?

Ning Qiluo thought about it for a moment.

Then the words 'brain fever' came to mind......

"Then can you ......?"

"Celebrate today's birthday for me."

His answer was like that of a machine, there was no room for bargaining.

Ning Qiluo has no concept of the 'birthday party' at all.

It's good to sing a birthday song on your birthday.

If you have to make a candlelight dinner, you have to have a forced style, which is romantic enough.

She understands romance to have ghosts.

So she held Jiang Yingchi's mobile phone, slowly approached him, bent down and whispered, "Jiang Yingchi, how old are you today?" ”

How old is ......

Jiang Yingchi had already put down the coffee, leaned back slightly, and folded his hands in front of his abdomen: "How old do you think I should be?" ”

Ning Qiluo immediately squatted down, lay on the armrest of the sofa, and looked up at him: "Twenty-two? ”

Jiang Yingchi: "......"

He didn't answer, and his expression was so intriguing, Ning Qiluo knew that she had guessed wrong.

So she guessed again: "Twenty-four? I think twenty-four at most, or twenty-three. ”

After guessing, Ning Qiluo was still smug and said, "Look! I didn't guess how old you were, I'm only nineteen, and if you're my fiancé, you can't be much older than me. ”

"......" Some words suddenly couldn't be opened......

After a while.

Under Ning Qiluo's very curious eyes, Jiang Yingchi replied to her: "I am twenty-eight this year. ”

"What? Are you twenty-eight? ”

Ning Qiluo seemed to be greatly frightened, and the tiger's body was shocked, and she suddenly got together and took a few steps back.

It was this tiny, seemingly inadvertent action that deeply pierced Jiang Yingchi's heart.

Ning Qiluo couldn't believe that he was already twenty-eight years old, so he was particularly shocked: "I'm only nineteen, you're twenty-eight, you old cow eats tender grass." ”

Jiang Yingchi: "......"

Old cow eats tender grass......

Is he that old?