Chapter 1398

Mu Beiting raised the corner of his lips and glanced at the cake every year. He felt more relieved.

Half an hour later, Mu Beiting was basically finished. He turned his head and looked at the cake every year. He couldn't help saying, "it's really ugly."

Every year's small face angry some red, glared at Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting was not enough. He hit him mercilessly again and said, "I like mine more in the evening."

"My ~!" Year after year can not help but retort.

Mu Beiting pointed to the cake every year: "she doesn't like such ugly, just like he doesn't like you."

Every year he flattened his small mouth, and his eyes were red. After a long time, he said angrily, "bad dad."

Provocation also won, Mu Beiting mood is particularly good.

Put on the red cream, bow slightly, and carefully write a line on the cake.

Happy birthday, wife. I love you!

After reading, although the words were not as beautiful as the pen, Mu Beiting couldn't help but pick his eyebrows.

Looking around, the kid can just smooth the cream and put some fruit on it.

"Can I help you?" Mu Beiting asked.

"No!" Every year, with a small face, he was obviously hurt by Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting was about to say something, but the phone rang.

After looking at the number, he motioned for Shangwen to stay and take care of it every year. He turned around to pick up the phone outside.

Originally still a little wilting year after year, all of a sudden came to life, staggering on the stool, turned to look out.

Seeing Mu Beiting's back to the door on the phone, he immediately climbed down from the chair, and then pulled the chair to Mu Beiting's cake, laughing into a squint. He didn't know what bad things he was thinking about.

Seeing that he climbed up to the chair every year, Shangwen put up his hand and said, "young master, are you?"

"Shh ~!" Every year I put up a finger.

Holding the tube of red cream that Mu Beiting used just now, and supporting the small body board to paint on the cake.

Shangwen is curious and looks at it with his head in his hand.

After a while, Shangwen's whole person is frozen, fixed to look at the altered words on the cake, for a long time speechless.

Every year, I climbed back to my cake. I accelerated my action. I put strawberries and marshmallows in the outer ring. Then I wrote a few words with blue cream.

After writing, Mu Beiting came back.

Every year, he immediately climbed down from his chair and stopped him outside the door: "box."

"Are you ready?" Mu Beiting is a little curious.

"Yes." Every year, he nodded his head seriously. His big eyes were innocent and clean.

Shangwen couldn't help but feel his nose and kept his head down.

Mu Beiting obviously didn't think much, and turned to ask the boss to come in and pack.

The boss packed mubeiting's cake first, but he planned to put the cake into the box. Looking at the words on it, he was stunned for a moment.

Subconsciously looked at Mu Beiting, and then immediately lowered his head, quickly packed the cake.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows and felt that there was something wrong.

Another look, see the boss is seriously packaging his son's cake, then did not feel what is wrong.

The boss quietly looked at the words on the cake every year. He thought that Mu Shao would not be killed by his wife tonight.

One big and one small turned away with two cakes.

After the florist, Mu Beiting picked another bunch of Platycodon grandiflorum and a bunch of roses every year.