Chapter 60

"OK..."

Listening to Mu Jin's complaint, Rong qianxia stretched out her hand and fed all the snacks in her hand to Mu Jin's mouth. When she arrived, she did not forget to pinch Mu Jin's bulging cheek stuffed with snacks, and finally successfully blocked the chattering mouth.

Mu Jin turned her eyes and patted Rong qianxia's hand. Then she got up and went to the tea table to beat the snacks on the table.

Rong qianxia wanted to laugh. Looking from her direction, she could not see Mu Jin's body at all. She could only vaguely see an unknown object crawling there.

This guy won't bury himself in the snack pile!

"Xiao Jin, what are you doing?"

For a long time, Mu Jin didn't get up and let shallow Xia open his mouth with some doubts.

"You'll know later!"

A vague response came from the snack pile. Rong qianxia waited quietly for a while, and finally saw Mu Jin standing up, holding a small cake box in her hand.

It was not easy to save the cake from many snacks. Mu Jin looked at the intact cake box, breathed a long sigh of relief, and then carefully opened the box.

She went to the most famous cake shop in Kyoto to order it yesterday. The shape on it was painted on paper by herself and asked the owner of the cake shop to make it according to that pattern.

In case of being crushed, her efforts in these two days will be in vain!

"Here! A birthday cake for you!"

When the box was opened, Mu Jin gently pushed the cake in front of Rong qianxia.

On the beautifully made cake, three lifelike villains have different postures. Two women and one man, one of whom is a man and one woman sitting on the exquisite swing rattan chair made of black chocolate. The man's face is cold and unsmiling, but the woman's eyes are full of soft light. The woman is bright and beautiful, with long Begonia like hair and smiling.

Not far away from the two, a woman in a long white dress was carrying her hands behind her. She stood pretty and looked at the swing. Their eyes were full of smiles and blessings.

The cake maker's craftsmanship is extraordinary. Although he is a villain made of cream, he can clearly see the eyebrows and eyes of the people in the painting, which is exquisite and extraordinary.

Rong Qian Xia fixed his eyes and saw at a glance that the two people sitting on the rattan chair were himself and song lengge, while the person standing by with a smile on his face was Mu Jin.

The picture is warm and beautiful, and the feelings depend on each other.

For a moment, Rong qianxia looked at the cake in front of her and turned to Mu Jin standing in front of her. She pursed her lips slightly and didn't know how to speak.

"Here, I made it specially for you. You must like it!" looking at Rong Qian xia Mo's silence, Mu Jin's eyes moved and her mouth opened.

To be exact, this is mu Jin's most sincere blessing to Rong qianxia.

She hopes that her only close friend in the boudoir can really find her own happiness.

Although the two met a few times, Mu Jin could clearly feel the subtle difference between Rong qianxia's tone when referring to song lengge from her daily conversation with Rong qianxia.

Mu Jin hopes that Rong qianxia can face up to her feelings and don't close her heart in a small corner and ignore the difference.

"Although song lengge doesn't know your birthday today, I think, as the most important person in your future life, he should come to celebrate your birthday. Therefore, the little man on the cake represents him. You must eat him later!"

Speaking of this, Mu Jin narrowed her eyes slightly and came to Rong qianxia's ear. She smiled, "I don't know if he bullied you in bed. Today you can eat him in one bite and vent his anger..."

Rong qianxia coughed and turned his eyes at Mu Jin, but the tip of his ear turned red uncontrollably.

Mu Jin, you can say anything!

"Now, our birthday today, you can blow out the candles..."

Feeling Mu Jin's expectant eyes, Rong qianxia curled her mouth, took a deep breath and blew out the 23 candles on the cake!

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

Next to her, Mu Jin clapped her hands gently and sang a happy birthday song for Rong qianxia. At the moment when all the candles were extinguished, Rong qianxia felt that she had a good birthday.

However, when Mu Jin smilingly inserted the "little song lengge" on the cake into the plate and sent it to her, Rong qianxia felt that she was a little bad

……

It was getting dark in the evening.

In the private room of Kyoto club.

Rong qianxia comfortably sinks her body into the sofa behind her. On her right hand is full of snacks, and on her left hand is more than half of the red wine she killed just after opening the bottle.

Rare. Rong qianxia completely relaxed herself and went crazy!

The scarlet liquor was stained on the corners of Rong qianxia's mouth, which stained the beautiful face with a trace of puzzling crimson. Rong qianxia blindfolded his eyes, and the sweet tongue rolled mischievously from the corners of his mouth and rolled all the liquor into the mouth. Finally, the sweet tongue licked on the increasingly beautiful red lips, which seemed to be more meaningful.

That looks like a bewitching monster. It's very beautiful and charming!

"Xiaojin, come and have another drink with me!" Rong qianxia raised the glass at hand. The rose red liquid rippled in the glass and attracted people to taste.

For a long time, no one responded. Beside Rong qianxia, Mu Jin had slept vaguely.

Rong qianxia put down his glass and lay on his back on the sofa for a while. Just then he staggered to his feet and walked into the bathroom.

The cool cold water awakened Rong qianxia's mind. Rong qianxia supported his hands on the countertops on both sides of the pool and looked at himself in the mirror through the perfect mirror embedded on the wall.

Slightly shaking her head, Rong qianxia pulled the corners of her mouth towards herself in the mirror, revealing a smile with unknown meaning.

Not drunk?

What a pity!

Washed her face with clean water, cleaned herself up a little, let qianxia go out of the bathroom, helped Mu Jin sleeping on the sofa to the big bed in the box, took care of everything carefully for her, and just walked out with light hands and feet.

Out of the gate of the Kyoto club, it was completely dark.

The whole sky is tightly wrapped by a black cloth. Only the occasional twinkling stars can pierce the darkness and flash above the sky, adding a trace of peace and tranquility to the night.

Standing at the door of the club, Rong qianxia looked up and the cool night wind instantly dissipated Rong qianxia's little drunkenness.

Rong qianxia waved gently, stopped a taxi and left in an instant.

In the taxi, Rong qianxia sat in the back row, easily leaned his body on the seat, and the corners of his mouth slowly aroused a smile.

Today is her birthday. Someone still owes her a happy birthday