Song Chong blinked when he saw Wen Qiong, her eyelashes were very long, just like the roadshow photo he saw on Weibo, the corners of his mouth were hooked, and he rubbed her hair again before letting go. Then he left with the secretary, took two steps, suddenly stopped, as if inadvertently took a pink bag from the secretary's hand, and shouted, "Wen Qiong." ”

Chen Hongyan was about to say a few more words to Wen Qiong, when he heard the shout, the two turned back together.

Song Chong handed the pink bag in his hand to Wen Qiong, "It's your birthday, right?" ”

Wen Qiong was stunned, she was so busy that she forgot about it.

Chen Hongyan looked at the pink bag, recognized it as a luxury brand, his heart jumped, and when he heard Song Chong say this, he turned to ask Wen Qiong, "Your birthday today?" ”

"It seems so, the first day of September."

Song Chong smiled, "That's right, even today, I just remembered that there is nothing to give you, you are eighteen years old, it is time to use some women's things." ”

Wen Qiong didn't move, she looked at Chen Hongyan. Chen Hongyan's eyes flashed, and when he heard Song Chong say that he was eighteen years old or something, he put aside the discomfort just now, and patted Wen Qiong's shoulder with a smile, "Take it, it's an adult." ”

Wen Qiong didn't want to accept it, she shook her head, "Mr. Song, no need, I didn't plan to celebrate my birthday." ”

Song Chong's face sank, and there was still a smile on his lips, "I didn't buy it for you on purpose, I originally bought it for my niece, but I suddenly thought of it, and I didn't have any preparations for a while......"

At this point, Wen Qiong really can't get by if she doesn't take it. Chen Hongyan was originally a little unhappy, but when she heard Song Chong's explanation, she took it, stuffed it into Wen Qiong's arms, and said in a low voice: "Take it, don't lose the face of Mr. Song, a bottle of perfume is not such a valuable gift." ”

Wen Qiong was helpless, "Thank you, Mr. Song." ”

She was holding the pink bag, obedient, soft and beautiful, and Song Chong's anger at being rejected disappeared, "Happy birthday." ”

"Thank you."

Chen Hongyan also smiled: "My agent is not qualified enough, I even forgot her birthday." ”

Song Chong chuckled, "You're busy." With that, he took his secretary and walked to the office.

The secretary followed him with low eyebrows, and only after entering the office did he ask, "Mr. Song, what are you going to ......?"

Song Chong put his coat on the back of the chair, "What, you have something to say to me?" ”

The secretary shook his head, "No, you have your own ideas. ”

Song Chong sat down, "There are some things that can't be rushed. ”

Chen Hongyan looked at Song Chong's back, and did not retract his gaze until he couldn't see it. She said to Wen Qiong, "Shall I invite you to dinner?" I didn't have a birthday present for you either. ”

Wen Qiong smiled and refused, "No, no, it's a little late, I'm going home." ”

"Okay, I'll let the company's car deliver you."

"Thank you."

Chen Hongyan didn't force it, she brought a lot of artists, so she couldn't be distracted to take care of all aspects of the Dao, and now Wen Qiong is not popular, just a birthday, she doesn't want to worry about it. She just put Wen Qiong in the car and turned around and went back to the company.

Wen Qiong sat in the car, casually put the pink bag aside, and didn't rush to open it. In her previous life, she had a difficult life, and where would she worry about her birthday, she naturally ignored it in this life.

Wen Qiong's mobile phone rang, she yawned, took it out and saw that it was the news of the family group.

Shang Jing: Xiaoqiong, Aunt Jiang has cooked the meal for you, you can eat it yourself when you get home.

Xiu Zheng'an: Xiao Qiong is good.

Xiu Shao: I'm also outside, with Meng Ling and them.

Wen Qiong: Okay.

After replying, Wen Qiong was a little disappointed. She thought that there was someone at home, and she could talk when she went back tonight, but no one knew that she was there. But this is also normal, in recent days, Shang Jing always said that no one went home for dinner, although it was the National Day holiday, but Xiu Zheng'an had a backlog of work, Shang Jing was about to open again, and everyone was busy.

The car was still parked at the platform near the upstart apartment, and Wen Qiong watched the car drive away, turned around and walked home.

Anyway, there was no one at home, and she was not in a hurry, she walked slowly and leisurely, looking at it from a distance, the house was dark, Wen Qiong didn't want to go back, and finally her roadshow was over, why was everyone not there. This is probably the first time she has been so disappointed since she lived in Xiu's house, maybe it's because today is her birthday.

When she arrived at the door, Wen Qiong took out the key in frustration, opened the door, and clicked, which was particularly clear in the quiet environment.

Wen Qiong pushed open the door, and at this moment, the room instantly lit up, and she couldn't help but squint.

Xiu Qingyan held the cake and looked at her with a smile, "Sister, happy birthday." ”

"Happy birthday, baby!" Shang Jing, Xiu Zheng'an, and Xiao Qing walked down from upstairs.

Shang Jing walked a few steps quickly and hugged her, and Wen Qiong came back to her senses. She also hugged Shang Jing back, her eyes reddened, "If you are not at home, it will be boring for me to eat alone." ”

Xiu Zheng'an smiled: "Fool, today is your birthday, of course we have to come back." ”

Xiao Qing took Wen Qiong's hand, "It was Qingyan who reminded me, he said that today is your birthday, let's all go home early, see if you like this cake?" I made it myself. ”

Wen Qiong was pulled in front of Xiu Qingyan, and the cake in his hand was a little girl in a lace skirt, but it may not be done, and the cream on the skirt was crooked and not neat enough. Xiao Qing asked, "Is it good-looking?" ”

Wen Qiong nodded, "It's good-looking." ”

Xiuqing Yanzui dismantled the platform, "Where is it good-looking?" ”

Xiao Qing glared at Xiu Qingyan and shook Wen Qiong's hand, "Auntie's mind is the most important, right?" ”

Wen Qiong curled the corners of her mouth, "Yes." ”

Xiu Qingyan sneered and handed the cake to Wen Qiong. Wen Qiong could only put down the things in her hand to pick them up, and the small bag and the pink bag were placed on the sofa.

Xiu Qingyan's gaze swept over, picked up the pink bag, and asked her, "What is this?" ”

Wen Qiong was admiring the cake, glanced at it casually, and replied, "Birthday gift." ”

Xiu Qingyan's face sank, holding the bag, and asked, "Who sent it?" ”

Wen Qiong replied calmly: "My boss, Song Chong." ”

"What did he send you for? Does he remember your birthday? Xiu Qingyan played with the bag, his face still gloomy.

Wen Qiong explained, "He didn't buy it for me, he originally gave it to his niece, but later ......"

"You believe it?" The word Xiu Qingyan blocked the past.

Wen Qiong was stunned, "I believe that Song Chong is ten years older than me." ”

"Ten years older than you? Don't you like mature men? Song Chong is like that, right? Xiu Qingyan questioned one by one, pinching the bag and clutching it tighter and tighter.

Seeing this, Wen Qiong hurriedly snatched the bag down.

Xiu Qingyan had no hands in his hand, leaned back on the sofa, and looked at her with heavy eyes.

Wen Qiong glared at him, "Don't think about it. ”

"Oh?"

"Xiao Qiong, Qingyan, come here, it's time to eat." Shang Jing shouted in the cafeteria.

Wen Qiong turned around and walked towards the restaurant. Xiu Qingyan was stunned for a moment, pulled his collar, and walked over.

The dishes on the table are all Wen Qiong's favorite food. Shang Jing pointed to the fish head tofu soup and said to Wen Qiong, "This is made by your Uncle Xiu." ”

Xiu Zheng'an rubbed Wen Qiong's head, "Eat white and tender, and raise white and fat." ”

Xiao Qing chuckled, "That's a pig." ”

Everyone at the table laughed.

Wen Qiong looked sideways at Xiu Qingyan beside him, he had just brought a bowl over, "What are you looking at?" ”

"Still angry?" Wen Qiong asked in a low voice.

Xiu Qingyan snorted coldly and did not respond.

Xiu Zheng'an shouted: "Qingyan, open a bottle of red wine." ”

Xiu Qingyan put down his chopsticks, took the red wine from the wine cabinet and opened it, carrying the glass, and placing it in front of Wen Qiong first.

Xiu Zheng'an smiled, "Xiao Qiong is an adult, you can drink." ”

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiu Qingyan poured half a cup into her cup, and then continued to fill it for everyone.

Xiao Qing touched Wen Qiong's wine glass, "I wish Xiaoqiong a smooth work, academic progress, and become a heroine as soon as possible." ”

"Thank you, Auntie." Wen Qiong took a sip.

Then Xiu Zheng'an also touched her wine glass, "I hope you are happy, someone is bullying you, remember to tell your family." ”

"Okay, thank you, uncle." Wen Qiong raised her head and took another sip.

When it came to Shang Jing, "Don't drink too much, besides, thank you, my baby." ”

If it weren't for Wen Qiong's insistence, she wouldn't have been able to get rid of that violent family, and she and Wen Qiong would not be where they are today, Wen Qiong gave her the courage to live. The mother and daughter looked at each other, everything was silent, and Wen Qiong took a big sip happily.

Finally, there is the repair of the rock. The wine glasses touch each other, crisp and pleasant. Xiu Qingyan stared at her with deep eyes, the corners of his mouth hooked, and said meaningfully: "It's good to be an adult." ”

Wen Qiong, "......" but she still took a sip politely, and the wine in the glass was about to bottom out.

Shang Jing put vegetables in her bowl, "Don't drink too much, eat more vegetables." ”

"Hmm." Wen Qiong's heart was warm, it was the first time someone had celebrated her birthday so grandly, and she had made such a delicious table.

Xiu Qingyan and Xiu Zheng'an drank a few glasses of wine. Xiao Qing chatted with Shang Jing and Wen Qiong, occasionally clinking glasses, and unconsciously drank the wine poured for Wen Qiong.

After the red wine, Wen Qiong raised her head, slightly dizzy, and her cheeks were already dyed with a faint flush. As soon as she picked up her wine glass, she was taken away by Xiu Qingyan, "You can't drink it." ”

Wen Qiong was dizzy, staring at Xiu Qingyan's good-looking side face, and said softly: "I can drink, I'm not drunk." ”

As she spoke, she stood up and went to snatch the cup in Xiu Qingyan's hand, and as soon as Xiu Qingyan dodged, she threw herself directly into his arms. Xiu Qingyan hurriedly hugged her, put the wine glass on the table, and the red wine spilled out, "The wine is as good as the person." ”

Wen Qiong didn't know what he was muttering at all, and went to grab the wine glass in his hand again, which was taken away by Xiao Qing with a smile. Xiao Qing picked up Wen Qiong's chin and studied: "I didn't expect Xiao Qiong to be drunk like this." ”

Wen Qiong's eyelashes flickered, and her eyes were a little misty, "I...... I'll take another sip. ”

Shang Jing hurriedly put down the dishes and chopsticks, "I said don't drink so much." ”

She got up and went to help Wen Qiong, trying to pull Wen Qiong out of Xiu Qingyan's arms. Xiu Qingyan didn't let go, he said to Shang Jing, "Aunt Shang, I'll send her back to the room." ”

Shang Jing didn't think so much, nodded and responded, "Okay." ”

Xiu Zheng put down the chopsticks with a snap, and the people on the table looked at him, he didn't raise his eyelids, and said lightly: "You send it up, remember to come down within a minute." ”

Xiu Qingyan gritted his teeth, "Got it." ”

He picked up Wen Qiong by the waist and strode upstairs. Wen Qiong was quite light, but at this time she was a little troublesome and kept shouting that she wanted to drink. Xiu Qingyan went up to the second floor, slowed down, looked at the little girl in his arms, and coaxed, "Okay, good, give you a drink, next time there is no one at home, I will accompany you to drink enough." ”

Wen Qiong buried her face in his chest and continued to hum, "I want to drink...... Wine. ”

"Okay." Xiu Qingyan walked upstairs quickly, thinking about Xiu Zheng'an's words, if he was really late and didn't go down for a minute, Xiu Zheng'an would definitely get angry.

Xiu Qingyan carried Wen Qiong into the room and gently put her on the bed, Wen Qiong was still yelling to drink.

Xiu Qingyan pinched her chin and kissed her fiercely, "There is no wine, there is one." Then he pulled the quilt over her and covered her.

Before leaving, Xiu Qingyan reluctantly lowered his head and kissed his soft sweet lips again, this indulgence hooked his fire. He cursed in a low voice, got up to calm down, and then turned and went downstairs.

There was a momentary delay, and a few seconds passed by a minute. Xiu Qingyan looked at Xiu Zheng'an who was sitting on the sofa, Xiu Zheng'an was also looking at him, and then looked down at his watch, but he didn't say anything.