After a short period of stagnation, Han Chenluo took a deep breath, his eyes were sore and painful, but he was stunned to hold back the tears full of tears.

He pretended to be cynical again, raised his eyebrows at the media reporters, put his hands in his pockets, and whistled and walked away.

What is this statement? The reporters of the various media who stayed in place, you look at me, I look at you, they are all a little overwhelmed.

After a few minutes, the media, which had received little valuable information, gradually dispersed. Han Chenluo hid in the grass, and when he saw that the crowd had dispersed, he dared to slowly poke his head out. By the help of the street lamp, he covered his face and bent his waist, and eagerly walked towards the broken cake.

He crouched down, like a devout believer, and held in both hands the cake that had become rotten and deformed, and had been trampled several times, as if holding the most precious priceless treasure of life.

Han Chenluo sat on the ground casually, his eyes were red, his lips were white, tears were rolling down one after another, and the poured cake boxes began to fluff and soften.

He opened the twisted cake box, and he could vaguely see a few crooked words written in blue jam in a lump of cake: Xiao Luo, happy birthday.

How bad Xia Xingran's cooking skills and craftsmanship are, no one knows better than him. But she actually made such a decent cake for herself, and specially made cream fruit sandwich and cream piping.

He remembered Xia Xingran's eyes full of anticipation and excitement when she was carrying the cake just now, as if she had hidden the fireworks in her eyes, but the light in her eyes was extinguished by him himself.

Han Chenluo ignored the mess, pinched a piece with his bare hands and put it in his mouth to eat.

It is unexpectedly fluffy and sweet. What Xia Xingran did this time was completely beyond Han Chenluo's imagination.

But the more delicious the cake is, the more it resembles pieces of broken porcelain. He swallowed it one bite at a time, and all these broken porcelain pieces were deeply in his heart.

Does it hurt, does it hurt? He didn't deserve to say those two words. Because he knew that Xia Xingran must be more painful and painful than him at the moment. But at this juncture, for the sake of Xia Xingran's name, he can't be soft-hearted, he can't comfort her, and he can't hug her.

For Han Chenluo's birthday, Xia Xingran specially changed into a pair of high heels, she didn't often wear them and ran too fast, and with a plop, she slammed on the ground.

There was an immediate burning pain in the knees and elbows. Xia Xingran struggled to stand up, sat on the side of the road, and opened it to take a look, turning under the skin, revealing a dazzling scarlet.

She looked at her fingertips that were burned to make cakes under the street lamp, and thought that Han Chenluo was so strange and cold just now that they were not familiar with each other, and he didn't even have the slightest nostalgia to spoil his mind worthless.

Xia Xingran leaned on the telephone pole, his face pale as the snow that had been piled up on the roof for many days, and let Shuangxing's tears hang down by himself. She originally thought that she had regained the right to happiness, but she didn't expect that God had played a bigger joke with her.

Xia Xingran rubbed his eyes, got up and prepared to take the bus home. She habitually turned on her mobile phone to check the bus, only to find that the screen was full of calls and messages.

She was a little dazed for a moment, and immediately clicked on the link in the message to take a look, only to feel that the blood in her whole body was rushing to the top of her head, and the whole person was like a thunderbolt!

She silently turned off her phone for the time being, and rubbed her hands into her long loose hair. The heart is like letting go of a thousand pounds of relief. The tears that had just stopped kept sliding down again, but the corners of his mouth were laughing uncontrollably.

She straightened up and tucked her heels into her hands. Barefoot, he ran towards the gate of the people. The night breeze blew her long hair, and every strand of hair danced merrily.

Approaching the gate of the people's house, Xia Xingran bent over, propped his hands on his thighs, did not speak, and kept panting. His eyes seemed to be hanging on the boy who was sitting on the edge of the flower bed, crying and stuffing cake into his mouth.

The stars in the sky seemed to fall into Xia Xingran's eyes, and his cheeks also floated with a boom. She regained her strength and ran towards Han Chenluo. The moment she hugged Han Chenluo, the scorching temperature flooded her heart, and what was transmitted to her brain was all the pleasure that had been lost and regained.

"You idiot." Xia Xingran put his head close to Han Chenluo's cheek, a soft and small lump, extremely aggrieved.

Embraced

For a moment, Han Chenluo felt that his blood in his whole body had stagnated. After feeling the heat sliding into the placket, he came back to life as if he had been unsealed.

He immediately put down the cake, wiped his hands on his body twice, and turned his head to hold Xia Xingran's face. His eyes were met by a face drenched in sweat and tears, with a paleness and tiredness. ap..

Frightened after being chased and intercepted by media reporters, he hurriedly pushed Xia Xingran away, got up in a panic and looked around.

"I know it all."

Xia Xingran's hair was scattered, his eyes were full of scarlet, and his voice was hoarse, and he walked in front of Han Chenluo step by step.

"But I don't care."

She reached out and stroked his cold, damp cheeks, smiling brightly, rippling with the bright color of blooming flowers, and the air seemed to float with a fragrant fragrance, which was moving.

"I hate it when people are blackmailing me. Why don't you ask me before you make a decision. I don't care about all that stuff. I've long been misunderstood by the whole world, so there's nothing to be afraid of. You can't hurt yourself like that, I won't allow it."

"But I don't want to be a stain on your life. You have so hard to get to where you are today, and you can't be ruined by these rumors." Han Chenluo covered his face, his voice was hoarse, and the listener was as uncomfortable as a rusty knife constantly stirring in his heart.

Xia Xingran broke his hand and forced him to look at him, wiping away tears for him with distressed eyes, and his smile was bright and full of gratitude: "Of course you are not, never will be. Xiao Luo, it is precisely because of you that my life has been restarted and I have been able to get to where I am today step by step."

Han Chenluo's eyes seemed to suddenly light up two clusters of flames, and he suddenly pulled Xia Xingran into his arms. His hands were hot and powerful, and Xia Xingran was held by his waist and couldn't move.

She couldn't stand still, and her hands were slightly trying to push away in front of Han Chenluo's chest, but the hand behind her head was hugged tighter and tighter.

A few minutes later, just when Xia Xingran felt that she was about to run out of oxygen, Han Chenluo finally let go of her. He looked at her motionlessly, and emotions welled up, as if there was some taboo that wanted to break through the ground.

Xia Xingran's heart was beating like a drum, and he subconsciously wanted to escape, but was dragged back by Han Chenluo's waist. He leaned over and lowered his head, took a bite on Xia Xingran's delicate and white neck, and sucked and gnawed it repeatedly.

At first, it was itchy, and then the intensity gradually became fierce, as if he wanted to eat Xia Xingran dry and wipe it clean. Xia Xingran's whole body seemed to be on fire, starting from his neck and gradually spreading to his whole body, with hundreds of limbs.

I don't know how long it lasted, Han Chenluo put his chin on Xia Xingran's shoulder, and the breath he revealed was rapid and hot, like a flame burning.

After this entanglement, only the sound of the two people's clothes and fabrics could be heard in the air.

"Han Chenluo! You ...... again" Xia Xingran was annoyed and angry, and hit him with his fist.

Han Chenluo raised his eyebrows and steadily caught Xia Xingran's anger. He looked down, only to find that Xia Xingran's somewhat red feet were curled up on his toes, and the smile on his face was suddenly gone.

He immediately squatted down, lifted Xia Xingran's feet, checked the soles of his feet, gently put her shoes back on, and then couldn't help but hug Xia Xingran's legs and carry them on his back. Look at the book

"Xiao Luo, you let me down! What is this going to be!" Xia Xingran crouched on Han Chenluo's back and patted his shoulder and neck in a panic.

"Stupid sister doesn't wear high heels at all, she can't go anymore." Han Chenluo was not only unmoved, but instead swept the struggling Xia Xingran upward, with some kind of irresistible warning in his tone: "If my sister doesn't want me to carry you, then I will carry you home directly."

When he said that, he was really going to change his posture, so frightened that Xia Xingran had to firmly hook his neck with both hands and said, "Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you, so be it."

Han Chenluo lowered his head and pursed his lips, his face full of a smug smile from the spring breeze. He couldn't help but lick his lips, only to feel that the air was a little sweeter than the cake just now.

As soon as he opened the door, Xia Xingran was like a boiled loach, sliding off Han Chenluo's body and drilling home.

Han Chenluo turned on the light and looked at it, and was stunned.

I saw that the kitchen stove and dining table were full of piles of all that were made

Cakes of different types.

Xia Xingran then reacted, stopping in front of her failed work like a car, closing her eyes and biting her lip. secretly said that he didn't clean up the battlefield before leaving, and now he was going to be laughed at by Han Chenluo.

"Laugh, laugh, you've found out anyway." Xia Xingran touched the tip of his nose with his index finger, looking rotten.

After a few moments, instead of the expected ridicule, she heard a few abrupt sobs.

She hurriedly looked up, Han Chenluo's long eyelashes brushed tears on her face, moist and prostrate in the corners of her eyes, wet and shining in the light, crying until her red cheeks and pale lips bitten by teeth made people feel pity.

Xia Xingran couldn't stop his sour nose, and slowly approached Han Chenluo: "What's wrong, why are you crying again?"

Han Chenluo raised his head, his moist eyes flickering, "I'm sorry, sister." He spoke, and a few hoarse tones were heard.

Xia Xingran wiped the tears from his face with both hands, shook his head with a smile and said, "It's okay, Xiao Luo, I understand your intentions."

"But...... Let's deal with this pile as soon as possible." Xia Xingran looked at the dozen or so defective products, his face was embarrassed, and he was ready to start throwing them away.

"No, no, I just haven't eaten yet. I ate them all!" Han Chenluo hurriedly grabbed Xia Xingran's hand, picked one up and stuffed it into his mouth.

"After eating so much, I will break my stomach again!" Xia Xingran reached out to grab it.

Han Chenluo hurriedly opened his arms to protect it, and said vaguely: "After eating, after eating, today is my birthday, and my sister made it for me herself, even if I die, I am happy!"