Chapter 158 You Are My Gift (Part One)

It didn't know how long it took, the applause in front of the stage seemed to ring several times, After letting go of Fiona, Spencer gasped and dared not move. This was so exciting!

As for Fiona, she was so weak that she almost collapsed into his arms. Her mind went blank and she dared not think of anything.

"Let me take you to a place." After calming down for a long time, he whispered in her ear.

"Where are we going?" Fiona's voice was soft.

"You'll know when we get there." Then he dragged her out of the backstage and put a coat on her.

Under the bright moonlight, he led Fiona to the small white building.

"Are you cold?" Asked Spencer.

"Not cold." Fiona shook her head and an indescribable feeling arose in her heart. In fact, Spencer was very considerate.

"We're almost there," He continued, "Only the two of us."

"The small white building?" Frowning, Fiona looked at the closer building and asked, "Are we going back to the apartment?"

"How could it be possible?" He then smiled and said, "Let's go to the top floor and enjoy the view there."

Fiona's mouth twitched. "It's winter now. The top floor is too cold. I won't go there."

"Do you know what romance is?" Spencer snorted.

"That depends on the reality. If we go to the top floor for a night, we will catch a cold tomorrow morning," Fiona shook her head firmly and said, "No."

"You have no choice. It's not up to you! " Spencer dragged Fiona forward, "Will you catch a cold with my company?"

"But..." Fiona frowned, "What about the party? You don't care your men or their families? "

"Do you think that I have to take care of everything in the base, no matter what it is? I will be exhausted. " He took Fiona to the stairs and said, "They play theirs, and we play ours. From now on, you are not going to celebrate the new year's birthday, but mine. "

Fiona was speechless. Just now, he had taken her to the top floor. The top floor was surrounded by the railings everywhere, and a tent was built beside them. In front of the tent was a bonfire, beside which there was a processed pheasant, and a pot of liquor.

Fiona didn't know whether to cry or to laugh at

"After you make the wishes, you blow out the candles in a breath."

"Okay." He promised briskly, "Then I make a wish Fiona will take the initiative to sleep above me tonight." He then blew out the candles, leaving Fiona standing there, dumbfounded.

"What Above you? " She was utterly confused.

"What do you think?" Apparently, he was referring to something else. He whispered a few words to her ears, and found that her face suddenly flushed.

"What?" After sitting back in his seat, he shook his head and intentionally sighed, "I don't know if this wish will work."

Fiona picked up a branch and poked it in the fire, deliberately not looking at Spencer. "If you want to make a wish, it would be useless to say it out loud." What's more, what he asked for was so unreasonable! She How could she be above!

"Will it be true if I don't speak it out?" He then took a chicken leg and put it into her hand. "Have you secretly made some wishes? Has the dream come true?"

Holding the chicken drumstick in her hand, Fiona responded with a resigned smile, "My birthday hasn't been celebrated for ten years. And I have no wishes as well."

After hearing what she said, Spencer felt very guilty and quickly said, "Next birthday, I'll prepare eleven cakes for you. I hope you can tell me all your wish for these years. You should keep every wish."

Looking at the solemn and serious expression of Spencer, Fiona was somewhat absent-minded.