Just combing his hair, Zhang Jiayi may just be kind.

Therefore, when Zhang Jiayi combed Qiao An'an's hair with a hair comb, Qiao An'an did not stop it, and let the long black and cool green silk surging in Zhang Jiayi's fingertips.

Zhang Jiayi brushed the hair on Qiao An'an's forehead to both sides, braided them on both sides, and then coiled the braids up and coiled them into a dignified princess head, the gentle and demure Qiao An'an was like a princess who came out of an oil painting, Zhang Jiayi also took a lot of selfies with Qiao An'an.

"An An, I sent you the photo on WeChat." Qiao Anan received a photo from Zhang Jiayi, on the photo, Qiao Anan is noble and elegant, and Zhang Jiayi is gentle and small.

The two chatted for a while, and Zhang Jiayi said goodbye and left. Qiao Anan originally thought that Zhang Jiayi would upload their photos today to the Internet, but Zhang Jiayi did not do so, and Qiao Anan later forgot about it.

Zhang Jiayi suddenly came to Qiao An'an, helped her comb her hair and took a selfie with her, what did she want to do?

Qiao Anan thought about it and didn't come up with it.

*

November 20 is Gu Ting's birthday.

Qiao Anan didn't know anything about Gu Ting's birthday, but she was reminded by Li's mother: "Mrs., today is Mr. Gu's birthday." ”

"Birthday?"

"Yes! My husband used to be by himself, and he never had a birthday! At this time, Mrs. is here, and our house is finally lively. So I thought, ask Mrs. to celebrate Gu Ting's birthday today. ”

Mother Li recalled the day she first met Gu Ting, a cold and impersonal teenager who had finally grown into a gentle and considerate husband and father.

"I only stayed with Mr. Gu when I was 18 years old, and he never celebrated his birthday, it seems that because his birthday reminded him of his biological mother's past, so he was always unhappy."

Qiao Anan subconsciously touched her bulging lower abdomen, Gu Ting was the father of the child in her belly, and she should celebrate his birthday.

"That'...... I'm going to buy him a cake? ”

"No, no, no! There is no need for cakes, and Mr. Gu doesn't like to eat sweets, so it would be great if you could cook yourself and make a bowl of longevity noodles for Mr. Gu! ”

"But I won't make longevity noodles......" Qiao Anan was embarrassed.

This is true, Qiao Anan has never cooked, nor when she is not wearing a book, at most she can cook instant noodles.

"It's okay ma'am! I'll teach you by hand, it's very simple! ”

Qiao Anan nodded, put on an apron, and worked in the kitchen under the guidance of Li's mother and the cook.

Qiao An'an started by kneading flour and dough, but fortunately, although she had no cooking skills, she had great strength, kneading the dough extremely hard, and fine sweat oozed from her forehead.

When Gu Ting came back, he saw such a scene: his little wife was wearing an apron, with her back to him, busy in the kitchen.

Looking, it's really like a home. He and Joan Ann's home.

A warm current swept through Gu Ting's whole body in an instant, and the corners of Gu Ting's mouth couldn't help but hook, but he still walked to the kitchen in small steps, a little bit to stop Qiao An'an, and asked Qiao An'an: "Why did you cook suddenly, you are still pregnant, you don't have to do these things." You can tell me what you want to eat, and I'll make it for you. ”

"Isn't it your birthday today? I'll make longevity noodles for you to eat. ”

Gu Ting's expression froze instantly, he had long forgotten that today was his birthday.

He's never been a birthday!