"Qingqing, what unhealthy stuff do you think about in your head?" Nalan Yanran glanced at her, a little curious.

Zhao Siqing only felt that asking her to come out to accompany him to order cakes and buy gifts was a thunderous mistake!

"That's... Is it okay for me to write it myself? Zhao Siqing was a little embarrassed to say it, and discussed it with the waiter.

"Yes."

The waiter handed the pen and notebook to Zhao Siqing, who lowered his head and wrote down a line of words seriously: "I am three years old this year." ”

After Nalan Yanran saw it, she felt sour: "Zhao Siqing, you should be a person, you won't even let go of the young flowers of the motherland." ”

"Shut up!" Zhao Siqing was annoyed and angry, and glared back at her.

Nalan smiled and said, "Don't flatter me, I can't help but want to kiss." ”

Zhao Siqing: ......

finally ordered the cake, and Zhao Siqing felt that he didn't have the face to come back for the second time.

Nalan Yanran accompanied her around the mall a few times, and Zhao Siqing finally chose a blue striped tie as a birthday gift for Huo Jingchen.

After buying it, the two rushed directly to the service desk on the first floor, intending to pack it.

"Miss, you can choose the color of the gift box." As the waiter spoke, he couldn't help but peek at Zhao Siqing's eyes, and then his face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Nalan Yanran only felt funny when she looked at this scene, leaned on the service desk and said with a smile: "I said brother, what are you blushing?" ”

As soon as the waiter raised his head, he was facing Nalan Yanran's charming eyes, and his face instantly turned a little redder.

Zhao Siqing looked at the women who were flirting everywhere and had a headache, and said softly: "Don't harm people everywhere, and I don't know what kind of man will accept you in the future." ”

*

At two o'clock in the afternoon, Zhao Siqing got the cake.

Seeing the pattern inside through the transparent lid is a little lovely.

On the milky white cake, there is a little prince wearing a cloak and a crown, and his fleshy little face has a solemn expression, but it is indescribably cute.

Zhao Siqing only felt that this appearance was a little similar to Huo Jingchen, but I didn't know if he would like it.

Behind the little prince was a simple castle, and on the other side, in the margin, two lines were written crookedly in colored font according to her request: 'I am three years old this year'.

Zhao Siqing dragged Nalan Yanran to accompany her to the supermarket, planning to simply cook a few dishes to celebrate his birthday.

After arriving home, Nalan Yanran went back to the unit first.

Zhao Siqing called Huo Jingchen.

The phone rang for a while and no one answered, and she didn't care, so she simply sent a text message directly.

And at the moment, on the other side.

Huo Jingchen held the mobile phone and looked at her missed calls and lost his mind, and his fingers fell on the connect button several times, but he didn't have the courage to connect.

Until the phone hung up automatically, he was still in a trance.

Soon, Zhao Siqing's text message came in.

Huo Jingchen's fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly clicked on the message.

[Come back early in the evening.] 】

If it was almost exactly the same as in his previous life, Huo Jingchen's heart instantly hurt a little, and the text message from his previous life couldn't help but appear in front of him.

[Come back early in the evening, I have a gift for you.] 】

The two sentences alternated in front of his eyes, and in a trance, he couldn't tell the difference between the past and the present.

Huo Jingchen slowly closed his eyes, but the picture of her death couldn't help but appear in his mind.

To this day, he will never forget how happy he was when he came home.

But he never imagined that the gift she gave him was her death.