Li Mosen was wearing a handsome and beautiful white suit, holding a gift box larger than his body, which looked a little funny.

Seeing the little guy like this, Su Qianci chuckled lightly and opened her arms to greet his gift.

Li Mosen's little face turned red all of a sudden, and he shouted, "Mom, happy birthday." ”

Su Qianci rubbed his little head, "Thank you, Mosen." ”

"It's a gift from Daddy."

Su Qianci chuckled and opened the gift box, and there was a white dress lying inside.

The dazzling diamonds, as well as the delicate and neat handmade traces, and the beautiful white yarn, made Desu Qianci couldn't help but hold his breath.

When I picked up the dress, I found that it was a delicate and beautiful white dress that made people feel intoxicated.

Beauty!

This is...... Wedding dress! Li Mosen's little face was also amazed, but soon, he ran away with a red face.

The surroundings were pitch black, and the colorful butterflies were still flying, and the silver light was faintly lingering.

In the haze, the bright moonlight sprinkled down, shrouding the sky full of stars and surprises, but the surrounding darkness was still not covered by the shroud.

Su Qianci knew that there were many, many people around.

The number of people who exclamated like that was at least dozens.

However, in such a light, Su Qianci didn't see any of them except for Li Sicheng and a few little guys who ran out to deliver things.

Li Jianqian was the last to appear, not like the two little guys in front of him, rushing out.

Instead, he walked slowly towards this side with a bright red rose in his hand.

There is no expression on the little face, the black hair is combed into a handsome shape, and the white straight little suit looks formal and cute.

The little guy walked up to Su Qianci, bowed to her gentlemanly, handed the rose out, and said, "Dear mother, please accept my most sincere wishes and wish you a happy birthday." ”

Su Qianci couldn't help but laugh out loud, took the rose, and reached out to rub his little head.

Li Jianqian's little face turned red, and she took her hand away with some dissatisfaction, and said, "Don't touch my hair, it will fall out." As he spoke, he took out a white velvet box from his pocket and said, "Finally, I wish my mother and father to grow old together." ”

Su Qianci was a little stunned when she saw this long box.

Li Jianqian saw that his mother didn't take it, and raised his eyes to look at his father.

The corners of Li Sicheng's lips curved, took the ring box, and gently pushed him: "Go play with my sister." ”

Li Jianqian was a little disgusted with his words, but he didn't say anything, turned around and walked back.

Looking at his son's back, Su Qianci came back to his senses for a while and looked sideways at Li Sicheng.

Li Sicheng smiled on his lips and opened the box in his hand.

A sturdy men's ring with a drawing board depicts a fawn.

The other one is a pigeon egg diamond, designed into the head of a fawn, which looks playful and delicate.

"Did I tell you that you're like a fawn a lot of the time."

Li Sicheng's eyes seemed to be embedded in the endless night lake, in which the water was shining, deep and dark, and at the same time, the stars in the sky were reflected around the bright moon, so beautiful that people couldn't take their eyes off.

His eyes were deep, his voice was as low as a cello playing music, and with a faint aftersound, he said, "Do you like it?" ”

(Po Sing Shek Academy)