Just from Jiang Jingci helping her again and again, she does not mean that she has a bad conscience.

But between her and Jiang Jingci's current relationship, no matter what gift she gives, she is afraid that Jiang Jingci will think too much!

It would be good if Jiang Jingci hadn't ordered a cake, she would have sent a cake, no matter how rich Jiang Jingci's imagination was, he couldn't imagine ideas that shouldn't have it.

She remembered the last time she came to Jiang Zhai and Jiang Jing made coffee, so she ordered a set of big-name coffee cups on her mobile phone and ordered delivery in the same city.

I have to say that Jiang Jingci really has a hand at cooking. Cut, sauté, stew, roast, it's all at your fingertips. Look at the book

After more than an hour, the hot eight dishes and one soup came out of the pot.

The cake had just arrived, and Wen Landing's set of coffee cups had arrived.

The box on the outside of the coffee cup is brown, dignified and elegant.

Xie Yansheng was very surprised, there was a smile in his eyebrows and eyes that could no longer be hidden, and he said "thank you" to Wen Lan twice in a row.

"How do you know I like coffee?" Xie Yansheng has taken out two cups with good texture and placed them on the dining table, the more he looks at them, the more he likes them.

In fact, he has been a pawn shop for many years, and he has handled countless good things, but at this time, his heart is tightly grasped by this small thing of less than 10,000 yuan.

Because, what he cares about is the woman who delivers the cup.

"Guess." Wen Lan said perfunctorily, "Mr. Jiang is used to seeing good things, so it's good not to dislike them."

"What you gave is nothing but liking." Jiang Jingci was greatly influenced by Jiang Guan today, and spoke a lot more bluntly to Wen Lan.

This pair of coffee cups cost Wen Lan nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-eight, and when he placed an order in a store in the same city, Wen Lan's heart was bleeding all the time.

But thinking that since they met, Jiang Jingci was always helping her, so she gritted her teeth and bought it.

Although this amount of money is not even enough for a round-trip ticket to Guojia City, when she saw Jiang Jingci accept it, she still felt a little less guilty about Jiang Jingci.

"You set the dishes and chopsticks first, and I'll go upstairs and call Jiang Guan." Jiang Jingci took off the apron on his body, and looked at her with a very gentle gaze when he went upstairs.

She was momentarily embarrassed.

Regarding whether this meal was eaten in the Jiang Mansion, she thought about it for a long time.

I didn't want to leave Jiang Jingci with undeserved illusions, nor did I want my repeated refusals to bring harm to Jiang Jingci.

But now, she felt as if she was wrong again.

Because, she saw the obsession that shouldn't be in Jiang Jingci's eyes.

She retracted her messy thoughts and turned her attention to the food Jiang Jingci was cooking.

After setting up the dishes and chopsticks, Jiang Jingci came down from upstairs and said with a chuckle, "Jiang Guan said that he and his friends ate fried chicken outside and were not hungry. Let's eat first."

Wen Lan didn't know that Jiang Jingci's father and son were colluding to make a scene, so he said "um" softly.

There are only two people left on the huge first floor, she and Jiang Jingci, and it is impossible not to be embarrassed.

The two sat down facing each other, Wen Lan took the cake out of the box, began to insert candles, first inserted three stubby ones, and hurriedly asked, "Mr. Jiang is Guigeng this year?"

"It's past this birthday, it's really thirty-six." Jiang Jingci kept looking at her with the rest of his eyes.

She put six thin candles on the cake and lit them one by one, "Actually, for my birthday at night, lighting candles will make it more atmospheric."

"If you don't come at night, will I be alone?" Jiang Jingci asked with a twisted eyebrow.

She was speechless.

Jiang Jingci had folded his hands, closed his eyes and made a wish, and quickly blew out all the candles.

Even though Wen Lan repeatedly refused, Jiang Jingci still put the first cake in front of her.

Jiangcheng people have a habit of celebrating their birthdays, and they want to leave the first cake cut for the most important person.

Out of politeness, Wen Lan did not refuse, but only picked up chopsticks to pick up vegetables, and did not eat a bite of cake at the end of lunch.

She was afraid that Jiang Jingci would be embarrassed, saying that she had a toothache recently and didn't dare to eat sweets. Jiang Jingci smiled disappreciately and didn't say anything.

Coming down from the dining table, Jiang Jingci skillfully put the dishes into the dishwasher and beckoned her to go to the living room for tea.

She made an excuse to leave.

"Wait a minute, there's something I don't know if you like or not?" Jiang Jingci hurriedly stopped her, turned around and went to the study.