Chapter 993： You are here, not shabby

"It's probably because I saw us, and I feel embarrassed."

Feng Chuchu blushed, punched him, lowered his head and said nothing.

Shi Chengan gave her a smile: "After graduating from high school, we will get engaged, and we will get a certificate after graduating from college."

"I don't want it, who wants to marry."

Qianmiao walked out of the closed house, walked all the way towards the gate of the community, crossed the road, and walked into a private restaurant.

After reporting the room number, the waiter led her up.

As soon as the door was opened, the scent of the food was smelled.

A man standing by the table, dressed in British style, showing a bit of free and easy air in his leisure, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and holding things in both hands. Before she came in, he was obviously busy. What? When she came in, she turned her head and looked here, with a deep smile on her Nuanshuai Nuanshuai face.

A bunch of "flowers" was placed in the middle of the table, and a small card stood on top of it: I wish you a triumphant return from the Little Eleven competition?

This bouquet of flowers, with a hot aroma, is mainly composed of various meat skewers.

With her hands in her pockets, she looked at the man in front and smiled speechlessly: "Playing this again?"

"The last time I played was five years ago." Bai Mucheng took out the bunch of "flowers" and gave it to her: "My junior eleven, this exam, you have to be more serious."

Qian Miao raised his eyebrows, reached out his hand to take it, and sniffed: "Why didn't you put the pepper?"

"I will be on the plane tomorrow. What if I lose my stomach? Don't eat."

As he spoke, he rolled out a small cake with candles lit, the number 26.

Qian Miao twisted his eyebrows: "So young? My 26th birthday is too shabby, right."

"It's all here, it's not shabby." He pulled back his chair.

Qian Miao put the skewers down, then sat down, and looked around: "Just us?"

"Who else do you want?"

"I prefer fun." She said.

Bai Mucheng smiled: "Forget it, I passed a few days in advance, just don't want to be so busy. Every time the family is very big, many people come, but none of them are what I really want to see. This year I have to take the initiative to fight for it.

His tone is relaxed, like a joke.

Qianmiao shrugged his shoulders slightly, took out a small box from his pocket, and handed it to him: "Happy birthday, brother."

Bai Mu accepted the past and opened it in front of her.

The next second, raised his eyebrows, very pleasantly surprised: "Are you willing to give it to me?"

He knew that Qianmiao had a baby black box in her hands. The little black box was filled with perfumes, and they were all her favorite works.

It is not mass-produced, not sold, and only used for viewing or giving away.

"Fit," she said

Bai Mucheng opened the lid and sprayed it: "Just to my liking, this perfume is unique to me, isn't it?"

Qianfeng: "The ones that I took out of my box are unique."

Bai Mucheng kissed the bottle body: "Then I am truly honored."

Qianmiao raised her lips and said, "Make a wish, and blow the candles in a while."

"Is it missing a ring? The birthday song is not sung." He came to sit down across from her.

Qian Miao turned on the music, it was the birthday song.

Bai Mucheng clicked to close.

"Eleven, sing it to me."

His eyes were very gentle.

Qian Miao's face was quite pale, and said, "I know, I can't sing."

"I know, but I still want to listen to singing." He smiled slowly: "Birthday wish."

The two looked at each other for a few seconds, before Qian Miao turned on the player.