The light in the study was not very bright, except for two dim wall lamps.

"Long Jingteng."

Yin Yifan shouted and walked in lightly, behind the desk by the window, the warm yellow light reflected the outline of the man's figure.

Motionless.

Yin Yifan was a little frightened, and was trying to fumble to turn on all the light switches.

"Come here!" Long Jingteng interrupted her movements, and his voice was magnetic.

"What are you sitting here doing?" And make the lights so dim, like a ghost in the night.

Long Jingteng didn't answer, and when he saw her coming, he also got up, held her little hand, and interlocked his fingers.

He led her to a large bookshelf and fumbled for a book and pressed it down.

The sound of rustling sounded.

The huge floor-to-ceiling bookshelf suddenly moved from the middle to the sides, revealing a beige stone door carved in relief.

Long Jingteng stretched out his hand and pressed the password, and the stone door opened.

There's a secret room here......

Yin Yifan looked at this scene in amazement, obviously refusing to go inside, and Long Jingteng forcibly pulled her in.

The stone door closed behind them, and the lights in the secret room were bright, and when he saw the layout inside, Yin Yifan instantly gasped and was almost frightened.

All black and white curtains...... This is a mourning hall?!

"Dragon ......"

She wanted to open her mouth to say something, but Long Jingteng had already let go of her hand and stepped forward, stood in front of the mourning hall, and bowed respectfully and solemnly to the last photo in front of her.

He turned his back to her, Yin Yifan couldn't see his expression clearly, but he could feel a little bit of ...... emanating from him Sadness.

finally knew why Zuo Lie gave her chrysanthemums and why she was asked to change her clothes, it turned out that she really came to worship......

Long Jingteng was dressed in a black and upright suit, he stood straight in front of the mourning hall, reached out to take the posthumous photo, wiped it with his hand sleeves, and treated it as carefully as a treasure.

"Long Jingteng, this ...... She ......" Yin Yifan spoke a little incoherently, she was really a little scared.

"She's my mother." Long Jingteng's deep voice sounded, revealing a rare sadness.

“……”

"She died on my twelfth birthday."

“……”

So today is both his birthday and his mother's death day.

No wonder Zuo Lie said he hadn't had a birthday since he was twelve......

She looked at him standing motionless in front of the mourning hall like a towering tree, and her eyes stared at the dignified woman in the photo.

Long Jingteng, who has never seen such a person, is serious and silent, less arrogant and arrogant on weekdays.

He is a little ...... to see him like this Distressed.

Yes, it's a distressing feeling.

"The deceased is gone, and the mourning changes." She was behind him and whispered.

Long Jingteng put the photo back in place, turned around and glanced at the white chrysanthemum in her hand.

Yin Yifan understood what he meant, stepped forward to take a photo of the white chrysanthemum, and bowed.

"You're scared?" Long Jingteng noticed her slightly trembling body and held her hand.

Her hands were cold.

"No, no......" Miss Yin was duplicitous, and she was suddenly taken to a mourning hall, not afraid that it was fake.

"My mother is very kind, you don't have to be afraid, and you are my woman, she doesn't dare to do anything to you."

It's okay if he doesn't say the second half of the sentence, but when he says it, Yin Yifan only feels a little creepy.

A chill down the spine.

"Why is the mourning hall set up in a secret room?" Yin Yifan still couldn't suppress the question in his heart and asked.

"Because she likes to be clean and doesn't want to be disturbed." Long Jingteng's eyes were dark, and a trace of unknown emotion flashed.

Suddenly, he said, "Yin Yifan, I want you to make an oath in front of my mother. ”

"Huh?" Yin Yifan was stunned.

"Say you're going to have a baby for me and never leave me."

Yin Yifan: "!! ”

If you don't play like this, how can you say this kind of oath casually, and it is still in front of the mourning hall.

"Go!" Long Jingteng pushed her.

"This ...... It's not appropriate, is it...... He's your mother...... And we ...... "and their relationship is nothing."

"If I tell you to say it, you can say it!" Long Jingteng stared at her, his tone impatient.

"Long Jingteng, this can't ......"

"If you don't say it, I'll call my mother to come to you tonight!"

"...... it, don't you want to play so thriller."

Yin Yifan walked over with his steps, looked at the dignified woman in the photo, and said stiffly: "I...... will help Long Jingteng have a child, and ...... Never leave...... He. ”

At the same time, Yin Yifan was saying in his heart: Heavenly Spirit, Auntie, you are not strange, today in order to make your son happy, make a joke for the time being, don't take it seriously!

……

Coming out of the secret room, Yin Yifan was already sweating.

"Don't be so cowardly, my mother won't really come to you." Long Jingteng hugged her out of the study, looked at her white face and teased.

Damn it, man, and scare her.

"I'm back in the shower." Yin Yifan didn't want to stay with him anymore, he asked her to come up to play tricks on her.

Holding her arm with a big hand, Long Jingteng looked at her with low eyes, and his voice was low, "Yin Yifan, you haven't celebrated my birthday yet, what are you running?" ”

"Didn't Zuo Lie say that you don't usually have a birthday? And today is your mother's death day. ”

Does he want to celebrate?

"It's different, now that someone is with me for my birthday, it's too late for my mother to be happy."

Yin Yifan pursed her lips, Long Jingteng thought she was hesitating, and immediately twisted her eyebrows in displeasure and said: "Yin Yifan, tonight is because of you and I can't eat a birthday dinner, you have to compensate me!" ”

“……”

Can she be blamed for this? Obviously, he had already arrived at the restaurant, but he played a temper and made the driver turn around.

Bummer!

"Don't go yet!"

"I'm not going to cook a big meal." Her cooking skills are very average, she doesn't cook Western food, and she can only cook home-cooked dishes.

"I don't care, I'm going to eat what you made anyway, if you haven't done it before twelve o'clock, I'll eat you tonight!"

“……”

The last sentence was extremely ambiguous by him, and he did not hide his bestiality at all.

Now he and the serious and quiet Long Jingteng in front of the mourning hall just now are like two people.

The arrogance and domineering arrogance are fully displayed.

Damn the man, his true form is revealed again.

Long Jingteng glanced at the watch in his hand, and smiled evilly, "You still have three hours, why don't you go soon?" Or do you want to eat you right now? ”

"Long Jingteng, you just change your surname to Lai!" Yin Yifan glared at him and stomped on his feet before leaving.

Seeing her rampant little back, the curvature of Long Jingteng's lips widened more and more.

……

Although Yin Yifan hated his scoundrel, he still worked hard to make this big meal.

Maybe it's because Long Jingteng's impression on her in the mourning hall is too lonely.

She felt a little pity for him......

She knows the feeling of losing a loved one best, and it is a beautiful thing to have someone to celebrate her birthday with.

It's a birthday, of course, a birthday cake.

But there were only three hours, and it was too late to make a big meal after making the cake.

And those dishes are very troublesome to wash, wash, cut and handle.

Thinking of this, Yin Yifan didn't plan to cook anymore, so he cooked him a bowl of longevity noodles and a cake.

Time-saving and time-sensitive, just perfect!

The kitchen had everything in the kitchen, and Yin Yifan turned out flour and eggs in the oversized refrigerator.

First, sit a cake base with flour, then whip the cream, cut the fruit to decorate, and decorate it...... A series of processes down the skillful, natural, handy.

Then it's time to cook longevity noodles......

A little over two hours later, a 6-inch fruit cake and a steaming bowl of longevity noodles were brought to the table.

"Go and call your young master down." Yin Yifan instructed a servant and said.

"The young master just went out with Steward Zuo?"

"Out of the house?"

When you go out at this time, don't eat cake?

Yin Yifan glanced at the wall clock on the wall, there was still half an hour before twelve o'clock.

"Did he say when he would be back?"

The maid shook her head.

Hearing this, a trace of loss flashed on Yin Yifan's face.

The results of her busy work for more than two hours were unexpectedly unexpected, and if Long Jingteng dared to play her, she promised to deduct this cake directly on his head.

Time passed minute by minute, fifteen minutes were still fifteen minutes before twelve o'clock, and Long Jingteng had not yet appeared.

Yin Yifan ordered the servant to call again, but no one answered.

She took a day of classes at school, and after coming back to work for so long, Yin Yifan was already sleepy, lying on the dining table and drowsy.

Until the neat greeting of the servant sounded—

"Young Master."

Yin Yifan woke up instantly, stood up, and looked up at the clock.

23:49.

Long Jingteng stepped into the restaurant and saw the dazzling cake on the table from a distance.

Although the cake is small, it is delicate and eye-catching, with various fruits layered on top of each other, and the colors are mixed and matched like flowers, and the English words "Happy Birthday" are written in the middle.

A trace of surprise crossed Long Jingteng's eyes, and his dark pupils stared at Yin Yifan, "You did this?" ”

"Yes, blow out the candles and make a wish, it's almost twelve o'clock." Yin Yifan smiled lightly, even she didn't know how gentle the smile she was showing at the moment.

was about to put on the candle, when his waist suddenly tightened, and Yin Yifan was hugged into a warm embrace.

The hot lips then fell, and Long Jingteng grabbed her lips and tongue, grinding her soft lips deeply or shallowly.

The fiery long tongue drove straight in, absorbing the sweetness of every part of her, from the initial domineering offensive to the gentle.

Yin Yifan was dizzy by the kiss, and his body fell weakly into his arms, and it almost softened into a puddle of water.

His excessively hot and excited kiss made her a little confused, and Yin Yifan slapped his chest with both hands and struggled away slightly.

"Hmm...... Cake...... It's twelve......o'clock."

Long Jingteng couldn't suppress the shaking in his heart, and he still rubbed her neck, breathing heavily, "Let you go first." ”

He let go of her, and Yin Yifan immediately went over and plugged in a candle in the shape of 2 and 7 and lit it.

"Long Jingteng, make a wish." Yin Yifan turned his head and met the man's deep eyes.

The lust-stained wolf light locked her tightly, Yin Yifan knew too well what this kind of look represented, she stiffly pulled the corners of her lips, "Come here, it's twelve o'clock in a few minutes." ”

Long Jingteng walked behind her, his majestic body enveloped her, leaning over his thin lips close to her ear, and his deep magnetic voice sounded.

"You make this birthday wish."