Feng Gu Qiao hurriedly came back to his senses, hurriedly stopped him, and whispered to Wu Yanjue: "Wu Yanjue, you see that his frozen face is so white, besides, he is your younger brother, and I gave it away, are you embarrassed to let me take it back?" ”

Wu Yanjue's expression was indistinguishable from joy and anger, and he ignored Gu Qiao's words, and repeated lightly to Gu Yuan: "Scarf." ”

The wind outside was blowing hard, blowing coldly on his face, like a knife, Gu Yuan seemed to react suddenly, handed the scarf to Wu Yanjue with a smile, and said crampedly: "I, I forgot about it for a while, give it to you." ”

Feng Gu Qiao rarely saw Wu Yanjue so stubborn, especially when he followed his younger brother to be more serious, Feng Gu Qiao only felt embarrassed and weak-hearted, and fought hard: "Gu Yuan, it's late, you go back first, if you don't go back, auntie, they should be in a hurry." ”

Compared with Wu Yanjue, she naturally had no reason to stand on Wu Yanjue's side, Feng Gu Qiao sniffed, broke the stiff atmosphere and said to Gu Yuan again: "Go back and remember to report safety." ”

"Okay."

An indescribable and fleeting bitter smile escaped from the corner of Gu Yuan's lips, and he raised a good-looking smile in an instant, "Then I'll go." ”

Looking at his smile, Feng Gu Qiao was stunned, and always felt a little uncomfortable in her heart inexplicably, she thought to herself, Gu Yuan's smile was really ugly today.

"Don't want him to go?"

Wu Yanjue's cold voice came from the top of his head, wrapped in the cold wind as if it was going to ice all the way to the cracks of people's bones, Feng Gu Qiao looked up at him, and said sullenly: "Why should you be more serious with him, just a scarf." ”

Wu Yanjue didn't answer, but put the scarf around her neck with a cold face, Feng Gu pursed his lips, and put his hands in his pockets, "Wu Yanjue, it's almost twelve o'clock." ”

"Hmm." He responded, and the syllables were neither salty nor light.

"You don't wish me a happy birthday at the first time," looking at the big pendulum clock in front of the clubhouse, the hour and second hands were about to coincide to twelve o'clock, Feng Gu Qiao lowered his head, "Always catch the last tail." ”

"An An......" he said softly, holding her shoulder, and his beautiful voice hit her eardrums, "Happy birthday." ”

He lowered his head, Feng Gu Qiao subconsciously closed his eyes tightly and cooperated with him to raise his face, the burning breath sprinkled down, and then a kiss was gently imprinted on her forehead.

Feng Gu Qiao's long eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes in the middle of a sound, Wu Yanjue had already let go of her, his eyes looked at her with a faint smile, Feng Gu Qiao's sudden heat rushed directly from the soles of his feet to the door of his head, and the wicked person complained first: "Wu Yanjue, how can you be a casual relative!" ”

"Okay, I won't kiss in the future."

He responded good-naturedly, but it made Feng Gu Qiao, who heard this, even more angry and couldn't let it out, so he had to continue to hold it secretly.

"Wu Yanjue, everyone's gifts have arrived, what about yours, don't you think you can be pardoned after I let you not have to knit a scarf, right?" Feng Gu Qiao squinted at him and speculated fiercely at him with the greatest malice.

"You'll know when you get home."

Saying that, the driver's car just stopped in front of her, and as before, Wu Yanjue was protecting the top of her head, and leaned in after she entered.

"What the hell did you give me?" Feng Gu Qiao asked him with great interest.

Wu Yanjue was silent, and refused to give her even a look, Feng Gu Qiao snorted dissatisfiedly, and looked out the window.

Suddenly, thinking of the gift given to her by Gu Yuan in her arms, she took out the gift box from her pocket a few times, opened it by the light outside the window, and there was a blue brooch of the same color as the box inside.

The fine gemstones form a capital letter G, unified in pure blue, without any other variegated colors, looking simple and fashionable, Feng Gu Qiao happily rubbed the uneven surface of the sapphire with his fingertips, and followed thoughtfully with a whisper: "G ......"