It seems that Su Shu's invitation is just an electronic version, it has been printed, it looks very casual, in fact, each invitation is different, the lace of each invitation is the name of the invitee, he is doing it very carefully, seeing the requirements he wrote, and then looking at the people on the scene, it is not difficult to see that they are more or less hazy blue.

She pursed her lips and looked at what he wrote little by little, "Girl, girl, you won't come."

There were more and more people wishing her a happy birthday, but he still didn't come, and Bai An persuaded her for a long time before she was willing to eat something.

She thought that these drinks and desserts would come to her liking, but they weren't, they were all common, especially small cakes, or strawberry cakes that she didn't like.

It's not that she doesn't like strawberry cake, it's that she doesn't like everything except strawberries, which is too sweet and greasy.

When Qi Mosu was called away by the same phone, he was practicing making desserts for Su Yili's birthday party, he thought that everything would be done by himself, the ideal was always good, but the reality almost crushed him again.

Throughout the birthday banquet, Su Yili was eating and drinking, although everything tasted nothing in her mouth, those games that were originally prepared, Bai An'an canceled them, what games can be played like this, and what kind of speech, Su Yili didn't want to talk about it now.

Near the end, a figure rushed in from the door, he looked like a dusty man, he rushed over from nowhere, his pace was unsteady, he stumbled a little, and went straight to Su Yiliang, who was fiddling with the decimal number, and was encircled in his arms.

It's Qi Mosu.

He came anyway.

"I'm late."

His voice was hoarse, his dark circles were heavy, and he didn't rest well at first glance.

Bai An saw that he was finally here, and his efforts were not in vain, and he also breathed a sigh of relief for him, distracting everyone's attention, letting them play as they wanted, and continuing to leave the two of them alone.

Su Yili asked him what he had been doing in the past two days, but he just hugged her tightly and didn't answer.

She didn't ask much anymore.

They sat in the same arena in junior high school.

Su Yili sat on the table, shaking her white and tender legs, Qi Mosu sat on the ground, leaning on her legs to talk to her, and they couldn't see each other's expressions.

She asked him, "How long have you been preparing?" ”

"Three days."

He hadn't slept for a few hours in three days before he soaked here, and the set, which was not far from the set, he came here whenever he had time, and now seeing it made her happy, it was enough.

"You're not tired." She was distressed and complained.

"You're happy, I'm not tired."

As soon as he spoke, Su Yili had to hold back his tears, looking at his figure on the ground, listless, and weak to speak, she knew that he was very tired, something must have happened in the past two days, but he didn't tell her.

"You're not happy."

It's not to ask him if he's happy, it's a declarative sentence, you're unhappy.

Before he could speak, Su Yili jumped off the table, took the wine not far away, and sat on the ground with him.

"Ah, it's cold on the ground."

Su Yili disagreed, "I'll sit with you." ”

Su Yili handed him the wine in his hand, and he hesitated and took it.

"Drink." I'll be in a better mood after drinking.

He lifted his head, which had been lowered, and said, "I don't drink. ”。

At first, I was a little shocked that he still didn't drink, but after drinking, the mood would not be so bad.