Luo Yangyang just sandwiched a piece of braised pork, and before he could stuff it into his mouth, as soon as he raised his eyes with chopsticks, he saw Feng Qiyue in the first place, looking at her: "Well, Uncle Feng, I will have my birthday on the sixth of next month." ”

"Have you figured out how you're going to celebrate your birthday?" Feng Qiyue looked at Luo Yangyang, with a loving look on his face, and did not have a deliberate sense of alienation because Luo Yangyang was not his own daughter.

On the rectangular dining table, Feng Qiyue sat in the first place, with Luo Ying and Luo Yangyang on the right hand, and Feng Sheng, Feng Yi, and Feng Yihan on the left.

Luo Yangyang looked at Feng Qiyue's eyes, subconsciously glanced at the saint diagonally opposite, and then quickly looked at Feng Qiyue again, shook his head and said, "Not yet." ”

Feng Sheng said that he wanted to help her celebrate her birthday, but then he didn't say how she wanted to spend it, in short, she didn't want to celebrate it very much.

The Feng family has a big business, if it is really a big deal, it is bound to invite many elites from the upper class and business circles, and she has a headache just thinking about it.

"This is your first birthday in the Feng family, and it happens to be twenty years old, I discussed it with your mother and wanted to help you organize a birthday party." Feng Qiyue looked at Luo Ying on the side and asked Luo Yangyang tentatively.

After nearly a year of getting along, Feng Qiyue also knows Luo Yangyang a little, and she doesn't like to be lively more than Feng Yihan.

He wasn't sure if Luo Yangyang would agree to such a birthday party.

If she really doesn't want to hold a birthday party, he won't be reluctant, then the family will spend it at home, which is fine.

As soon as Luo Yangyang heard the words birthday banquet, the tail of his eyes twitched, and he subconsciously turned his eyes to look at his mother beside him.

Luo Ying knew that her daughter didn't want to hold a birthday banquet, so she patted her on the shoulder and comforted: "This is a little bit of Uncle Feng's heart, can you think about it?" ”

"......" Luo Yangyang grabbed the hand of the chopsticks and tightened it slightly.

She frowned slightly, and she didn't know what was wrong, and as soon as her eyes turned to the saint diagonally opposite.

Feng Sheng had been eating his meal intently, and he didn't raise his eyes to look at the others, but he silently put down his chopsticks when Luo Yangyang projected a gaze for help.

What Luo Yangyang didn't notice was that her subconscious glance was captured by Luo Ying, who had been watching her.

Luo Ying followed Luo Yangyang's line of sight, and when her gaze fell on Feng Sheng's cold face, her gentle gaze also sank.

"Dad, Aunt Luo." Feng Sheng first looked at his father, then looked at Luo Ying, and said, "Yang Yang's birthday, let me do it for her." ”