Speaking of this, Yang Ruoqing was a little embarrassed.

Seventeen years old, just a small birthday.

It is neither the first birthday, nor the thirty-sixth, nor the sixtieth birthday.

The mother and mother-in-law are still treated so ceremoniously, which really makes her a junior!

However, it is difficult to accept the hospitality, which is the best feedback to them.

At noon, Tuoba Xian didn't want Yang Ruoqing to enter the stove room, and personally cooked a table of meals with northern characteristics to celebrate Yang Ruoqing's birthday.

Aunt Wang Cuilian also rolled out a bowl of longevity noodles for Yang Ruoqing.

At Sun's side at night, Sun's made another table of Yang Ruoqing's favorite dishes, and invited Xiao Yaxue and Xiaoyu over, and everyone had a lively birthday.

When she returned to her room when she was about to go to sleep, Yang Ruoqing came out of the bathing room, but saw that it was dark in the bedroom, and all the candles were extinguished.

"What's going on? Why have all the candles been extinguished? It was still on when I went in the shower. ”

Surprised, Yang Ruoqing walked towards the table and reached out to touch the fire fold on the table.

Suddenly, she touched something and was surprised.

At this moment, the light in the room turned on, and Luo Fengtang suddenly appeared in front of him.

He also had a large chicken cake in his hand with a red candle stuck in it.

The candle flame flickered, reflecting his handsome face, and the eyebrows under his eyes were filled with pampering at this moment.

"Qing'er, happy birthday." He smiled.

The gentle voice is extremely magnetic, seductive, and seductive.

"Wow......"

Yang Ruoqing was surprised and delighted, seeing that he didn't behave anything unusual all day and night today, and thought he was ......

I didn't expect there to be such a big surprise.

Wait a minute......

"Tang Yanzi, you, how did you know how to make this kind of chicken cake?" She asked.

Tang Lingzi, who has no amnesia, is very good at it, but now Tang Lingzi has lost his memory, although he has been recovering his memory, but the progress has not yet returned to the part where he made chicken cakes.

Don't......?

Yang Ruoqing's breathing tightened, and she suddenly became excited.

Luo Fengtang seemed to see what she was thinking, and nodded with a smile.

"I remembered a lot more, about the meat buns, about the chicken cakes, about the roses, and the promise I made to make chocolate for you in the future that I hadn't kept." He said.

Yang Ruoqing bit her lip, couldn't hold it anymore, and rushed over to hug him.

He held the chicken cake in one hand and stroked her back with one free.

"I want to hug you, and when I get to bed, I will let you hug enough."

"Come, according to the rules, make a wish first, blow out the candles, and let's eat chicken cakes." Luo Fengtang said.

"Good!"

She let go of him, her hands folded in front of her chin, her eyes closed.

What do you wish for?

If it were a previous life, she wouldn't have any big wishes.

It is to live, to perform tasks, and to satisfy one's sense of accomplishment with the completion of tasks.

Affection?

Love?

Camaraderie?

No.

And now, she has become so greedy and greedy, with too many wishes, about family, about love, about friendship......

Taking a deep breath, she silently recited her wish in her heart.

Then, open your eyes and blow out the candle flame in front of you in one breath.

When the lanterns in the room were lit up again, Yang Ruoqing looked at the chicken cakes on the table in front of her, crying and laughing.

"Oh my God, did you make this chicken cake according to our footbasin?" She laughed and teased.

It's so big, can you eat it all?

Luo Fengtang glanced at her with a smile and said, "You like to eat chicken cakes, I'll make a little more, and if you can't finish it, it's not in the way, tomorrow I will send some to my relatives and friends at home, and I'm sure to finish it." ”

Yang Ruoqing nodded happily: "Good idea." ”

After eating the chicken cake, when she got to the bed, Yang Ruoqing smiled in the face of someone's 'beautiful man's trick'.

She clasped her hands in front of her and leaned against the vertical cabinet over there, "What, what's this going on?" ”

Luo Fengtang's white collar was loose, revealing a touch of wheat-colored skin on his chest.

The sleeves of his shirt were also rolled up to the crook of his arm, and his body was lazily leaning back, and his arms were supporting the bedding under him.

The muscles on the arm are strong and full, and the lines are smooth, which is very interesting.

Hearing Yang Ruoqing's question, the corners of Luo Fengtang's lips hooked.

"No, my daughter-in-law's birthday, I'll give you myself as a gift, okay?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing was thundered by his words.

This guy, when did he become a sassy year?

She suddenly remembered that when she was about to go to bed, she originally wanted the baby to sleep with her.

Who knew that he sent the dishes and chopsticks to the stove room, and when he came back, Luo Baobao followed Tuoba Xian to sleep.

Now, Yang Ruoqing suddenly understands that it must be his ghost again.

Stunned, the light in front of him suddenly dimmed.

When she came back to her senses, he had been carried to the bed, and he pressed her under him, his hands at her sides, and looked at her condescendingly.

"The gifts are all delivered to your mouth, daughter-in-law, don't you have the urge to bite it?" He asked.

Yang Ruoqing smiled: "You stinky man, I can't eat it!" ”

He smiled, leaned down against her delicate earlobes, and blew on the hot air.

Itchy and numb, she shivered lightly, as if she had been shocked.

His low, seductive, bewildering voice sounded in her ears: "I washed myself, it doesn't stink at all." ”

Then, with a wave of his long arm, the candle on the table went out with a 'poof'.

The weight on her body suddenly increased, and the air was full of familiar masculinity.

Wild, energetic but with pity and tenderness.

This night, he sweated like rain and took her to the peak of pleasure again and again......

……

The next day, when Yang Ruoqing got up to freshen up, she looked at herself in the bronze mirror.

The complexion is ruddy, the hair is black and shiny, the eyes are bright, and the look is radiant.

"Qing'er, I think you are a little different from when you were a girl before."

Luo Fengtang came behind her, picked up the wooden comb on the dresser, and gently combed the green silk for Yang Ruoqing.

Hearing this, Yang Ruoqing looked at herself in the mirror, the corners of her lips turned up slightly, and she was in a very good mood.

"Really? Why didn't I feel it? She asked.

Looking at the man standing behind her in the bronze mirror, she asked, "Then tell me, what's different?" Isn't it getting ugly? ”

Luo Fengtang shook his head, "It's not that it's getting ugly, it's getting better." ”

"Oh?" Yang Ruoqing raised her eyebrows.

"So, I wasn't good-looking before, was I?" She asked again.

Luo Fengtang hurriedly shook his head.

"In the past, there was one kind of good-looking, and now, it is another kind of good-looking, two kinds of good-looking, different." He said.

"Really? Let's be more detailed, I'm confused! She said.

Luo Fengtang leaned down slightly, pressed against her face, and looked at the people in the bronze mirror together.

"Once upon a time, you were clever, good-looking, like a little girl."

"With you, I want to protect you as a sister."

"Now that you are more and more feminine, I look at you a few more times, and my lower abdomen can't help but heat up." He said.