Chapter 7

"Small color..." Yu Jingan heard a slight tremor and a low call.

Chen Meishu rushed over with a arrow. "What do you make to make a noise? You haven't died. You live well. What can be done? I should make it. On this day 19 years ago, I almost lost my life for you. I have a headache when the wind blows. I have to wear a hat to cover my forehead in the summer. In rainy and cloudy days, my waist is broken. I have to break my waist every day because there is no disease at your end "Suffering?"

Yu color looked at the beautiful princess cake in the middle of the table.

It was the first time since she had memory that there was cake on her birthday.

She took the candle, put it in, lit it.

It was as if she was alone in the restaurant from the beginning to the end.

Yu Jing'an stared at Chen Meishu, and Chen sat down in a breath.

Yu Jing'an gives Yu Yan another eye color, Yu Yan immediately goes to turn off the light.

Yu se closed his eyes. His father, mother and elder brother and sister did not start singing birthday songs to her.

It's not used to it.

In nineteen years, she sings five birthday songs a year, but every time it doesn't matter to her.

She is the most redundant of the six people in his family.

No one sang to her, she sang it to herself once in her heart.

"Happy Birthday to me, happy birthday to me..."

After song, blow out the candle, metaphor color picked up a knife and fork to cut a piece, and really eat a bite, really sweet.

Yu Yan turned on the light again, the table clearly a table of good food, but this time the scene is embarrassed not.

"Little color, happy birthday." Yu Jingan spoke hard.

With his head opened, Yu Yan and Yumo Yu Yan also opened their mouth to wish her a happy birthday.

Chen Meishu said, "the birthday of the child, the bitter day of the mother, her birthday, she has no qualification at all, should I live."

Yu Shimo picked up the knife and fork again, cut five cakes, and sent them to everyone one by one.

Then he looked up to Yu Jingan and said, "Mr Yu, although this table dish is not as good as a table dish in the five-star hotel in the morning, it looks at the high-grade and looks at the color and fragrance, but I prefer this table dish. That is 100 million. I only need 10 million, can I?"

"No, I'm against it." As soon as Chen Meishu patted the table, the whole man jumped up.

"Well, I don't want to. I'm finished with the cake. I'm leaving." She said that, she really got up and walked, and then she went up the stairs in a few steps.

"Nonsense, come back to me, sit down." Yu Jingan is anxious to call back the metaphor.

Yu has entered the room, quickly sorted out their own living supplies, a suitcase in only five minutes to clean up.

When pushing the door, Yu Mo stood outside. "Younger sister, my parents are also under the pressure of Mohist in the morning. I can't do it anymore. Can you keep your breath off, can you not go?"

Yu Shi stepped down the stairs for the second time and walked towards the door. He really went.

In these years, Yu Jingan has sent red envelopes to family members every festival, and others are 1000. She is 100. However, she never spends money at random. In addition, she also saves a little money for her high school living expenses of 1000 yuan every month. She also saves a little money for three years of high school life, which can be counted as a way to support the college entrance examination.

Therefore, Yu color does not hesitate to leave Yu home.

"Stop, come back." Yu Jingan continued to roar.

"Let her go, and don't give me back when she leaves the house, or I'll break her legs." Chen Meishu shouted in a hurry.