Zhang Yongxi?

Song Cangranmo, this woman is enough, and it is so insincere to give a gift on her birthday.

I thought no one knew what she was thinking.

Giving gifts is fake, but it's actually looking for an opportunity to talk to Huo Zizhao.

This woman really doesn't miss every good opportunity to hook up with a man.

"What about gifts?"

"Thrown." A certain man said confidently: "You want it?" ”

"Don't."

Huo Zizhao raised his eyebrows, with an expression that I knew, and held the cake with one hand: "If you don't make a wish, the candle will be extinguished." ”

Wish?

She looked at the flickering candle flame in front of her, and lived a new life, she had long understood that no matter how many wishes she had, it was better to rely on herself.

In this life, she only believes that my orders are up to me.

With a whew, she blew out the candle, and a man's deep voice sounded in her ears.

"Happy birthday, baby."

Baby?

She looked at him speechlessly, his eyes dark and gentle in the light of the candlelight.

"Or do you like me to call you a warm baby?"

"Please, I have a name."

"But I think the warm baby is more worthy of you."

Match you, ghost.

"Whatever you want."

She can't afford to fight with him anymore, it's just a code name, he is not ashamed, he can call it whatever he likes.

Now the question seems to be how to get home is more practical.

"Don't eat cake?" Huo Zizhao raised the shapeless mass towards her.

Honestly, it's really unappetizing.

She glanced at it, dipped her finger in a lump of cream, and smeared it all over his face.

Because of his short stature, it rubbed more on his neck and collar.

"Haha......"

Looking at his cowardly appearance, she couldn't help laughing.

She didn't realize it herself, and before she knew it, the gloomy mood just now had long been swept away.

Huo Zizhao glared at him viciously, and made a gesture to cover the whole cake on her face, but she was sensitive to dodge it.

Still, his man pounced, wrapped his arms around her slender waist, lowered his head, and cupped her face with both hands.

The faces of the two were slightly cool by the night breeze, and when they were pasted together, Song Cangran froze for a second.

His breath was hot, and the slight stubble on his jaw brought a slight touch when it scraped against her face.

It's clear.

He squeezed her face and rubbed the cream hard against her.

Because of this action, the lips inevitably rubbed against her skin.

Eyebrows.

Nose.

Cheek......

Seeing that the lips of the two were about to touch, her heart beat faster and pushed him away.

She is no longer an ignorant 15-year-old girl.

has experienced the betrayal of the previous life, and there is an instinctive resistance to men.

But I have to say that her first birthday in 10 years did give her an inexplicable touch.

So, she's kind of out of control.

Her face was wet and sticky, and she rubbed it a few times with the back of her hand until her whole face was hot.

"Ten minutes have passed, and you still haven't left?"

With that, she turned around and walked towards the locomotive.

Huo Zizhao's thin lips pulled slightly, and he glanced deeply at her back before he followed slowly.

It was almost 1 o'clock when he got home, and when Song Canran was about to take a bath, he suddenly found that he had something more on his neck.

A necklace to be exact, the pendant is unrecognizable, it is black and flashes with a faint light.

She was sure it wasn't hers.

When he was in Longfeng Mountain just now, Huo Zizhao said that her hair was stained with cream, and he dragged her to wipe it for a while, so he secretly wore this necklace.

What is it?

Birthday present?