Jiang Feng scoffed, he would never be so unprincipled for the sake of women.

A few people went to the Bihai Chaosheng Pavilion, and Feng Chen not only ordered to eat, but also asked for a lot of wine.

Su Wansheng naturally can't drink alcohol, she drinks coconut milk.

Song Zhiyue ordered the song, and when it was her turn, she snatched the other microphone from Jiang Fengxing's hand, stuffed it into Su Wansheng's hand, and asked Su Wansheng to sing with her.

After singing a song, someone pushed the door and came in, it was the waiter here.

He was holding a cake in his hand, and the candle had been lit, and the candlelight was slowly burning.

The waiter put the cake on the table, looked at Su Wansheng, and then looked at Song Zhiyue: "May I ask who is Miss Song?" ”

Song Zhiyue spoke up: "Me." ”

The waiter looked at her with a smile: "Miss Song, this is the cake that Mr. Feng ordered for you, I wish you a happy birthday." ”

Song Zhiyue was stunned for a moment and looked at Feng Chen.

The light in the box was not fully turned on, the light was a little dim, and half of his face was in the shadows, and he couldn't see the expression on his face clearly.

Song Zhiyue's heart was filled with a hint of sweetness, and he was very satisfied with his surprise.

After the waiter withdrew, Su Wansheng turned off all the lights in the box.

Song Zhiyue made a wish, and then blew out the candle.

Su Wansheng wanted to turn on the light, but Lu Zhenming asked her not to move, and he went to turn on the light himself.

Song Zhiyue cut the cake, and Lu Zhenming didn't like sweets, only her and Su Wansheng ate it.

The cream was too greasy, and Lu Zhen was afraid that Su Wansheng would feel uncomfortable eating it, so he didn't let her eat more.

There was only one gap in the two-layer cake, Song Zhiyue looked at the strange waste, rolled his eyes, wiped a hand of cake and smeared it on Feng Chen's face.

Feng Chen subconsciously blocked it with his hand, but Song Zhiyue didn't wipe it on him, and dropped some of his clothes.

Seeing that his expensive clothes were destroyed, Song Zhiyue regretted it too late.

With her other hand that did not have a cake, she hurriedly pulled out a few tissues to wipe the cake on her clothes.

"I'm sorry, I'll wash you when I go back."

Feng Chen didn't say a word, and took the tissue from her hand.

Song Zhiyue saw that he was unwilling to let him help him wipe it, thinking that he was angry and very annoyed.

He didn't use a paper towel to seal the dust, he slowly brushed the cake on his clothes with his hand and wiped it on her face.

Her bun face was a little funny after being coated with the cake, and Feng Chen couldn't help but smile.

Song Zhiyue was stunned, and when he saw that he was not angry, he also laughed happily.

was originally singing and drinking well, but in the end it turned into a cake fight.

Of course, this kind of dangerous game, Su Wansheng must be ruled out.

A cake is stunned and let them spoil it, and Song Zhiyue and Jiang Feng are the most fierce.

At the beginning, Song Zhiyue didn't dare to paint Lu Zhenming on her body, Jiang Fengxing started, and she was bolder.

Lu Zhenming has learned a lot of self-defense skills under the training of Old Man Lu since he was a child.

Except for the beginning, he was afraid that Song Zhiyue and they would hurt Su Wansheng by playing, so he kept protecting Su Wansheng, but he didn't notice that he was attacked by Jiang Fengxing, and his face was also wiped off, no one got close to him.

Feng Chen was forcibly pressed on the sofa by Jiang Feng, and some was also painted on his face.

Song Zhiyue and Jiang Fengxing both had white faces, and their hair was covered with cakes everywhere.

Lu Zhenming took a tissue to wipe the cake off his face, glanced at Song Zhiyue, who only blinked with a pair of eyes, and looked at Jiang Fengxing again.

"A handful of old people, are you naïve?"