Chapter 113

It's very thick pink with a beautiful Barbie princess on it. The whole cake is full of maiden feelings.

Most people pay attention to, but the pink cake on the white happy birthday.

Gu Mocheng was a little bit restrained. "If you didn't tell me which one you like, I just Choose one of your own. "

"Do you like it?"

There was no expectation in the tone, but Lu Yilan felt that he was looking forward to it.

"Yes, brother Gu, you are so romantic."

The instant smile almost eclipses the cake and rose.

Sitting down, the aroma of the meal was not as sweet as the rich sweetness of the cake. Before Gu Mocheng picked up the chopsticks, he apologized to Lu Yilan, "last time, I was wrong. My mood was too bad."

"It's OK, I know you, brother Gu, I I can understand you. " Lu Yilan smiles and then drops her eyes. "If someone celebrates on the day of my father's death, I will also be very sad."

“……” Gu Mo Cheng looked at her, not knowing how, a little astringent in his throat.

In order to hide his abnormality, he stood up and began to put candles on the cake, "nineteen years old, nineteen."

Little flame slowly up, orange flame shaking, as if out of the gentle, Lu Yilan also stood up, "Gu brother, I now want to make a wish, blow the candle?"

"It seems that it is."

Two people stand together, Lu Yilan with a smile, the wind blows, there is a candle on.

"It's still on, my wish..."

With the sound of "BIU", Lu Yilan sees Gu Mo quickly flicking the wind with his fingers and putting out the precarious fire.

"Well, it's all gone. Your wish will come true."

Gu Mo Cheng didn't believe this. He asked seriously, "what's your wish?" As long as she can say it, he can do his best to help her finish it!

"Well, don't say it. After saying it, the wish doesn't work."

Lu Yilan doesn't want to say it, and Gu Mocheng doesn't force it. He believes that for such a long time, he always has a chance to ask.

After blowing the candle is to cut the cake, when Lu Yilan takes the knife, Gu Mocheng suddenly stops her.

"Chen Le said that when cutting a cake, someone should Singing. "

"Ah? No, I don't Lu Yilan shook his head, "cut directly."

In the living room, the man stopped the woman, his expression was stubborn and terrible, "yes, we must."

"Pooh, sing it."

Gu Mocheng's happy birthday song, with a strange tone, some cheerful, but also feel a bit depressed, in short, particularly contradictory.

But Lu Yilan was very supportive. She clapped and then laughed, "brother Gu sings so well!"

"Well." The man's delicate face twisted a little. Gu Mo Cheng breathed, "I'll go to the bedroom and get some presents."

He walked fast, Lu Yilan blinked, Gu Mocheng jumped into the bedroom.

It was quiet around, she thought, and then she stood at the bedroom door.

Very hasty, repressive voice came out of the room, accompanied by the sound of the pages slowly turning, his voice sometimes high, sometimes down, Lu Yilan suddenly covered his mouth.

She was afraid of crying.

After wiping his face casually, Lu Yilan went to the bathroom and stood quietly in front of the cake.

When Gu Mo came out, he had a natural look and normal mood.

He took a delicate little box out of his pocket and said, "one Little necklace. "