Chapter 1311 The best beads

Over time, who will care about these romantic and ethereal things?

After all, such a dark and bloody world can only speak by relying on power and strength.

But with her here, he was willing to believe this.

Gu Mingzhu seemed to suddenly remember something, put down the gift box in her hand, got up and said, "Wait for me."

Yan Jingcheng sat on the carpet, leaning his back on the sofa, looking at the woman's back as she hurriedly ran away, with a gentle look.

After a while, Gu Mingzhu came back with a beautiful heart-shaped plate in her hand, and a candle and lighter in the other hand.

Gu Mingzhu put the plate on the coffee table, and Yan Jingcheng saw clearly that the middle of the plate was a persimmon with a full shape, orange-red color, and an extremely beautiful appearance.

The orange color is particularly gorgeous under the light, revealing an indescribable festive atmosphere.

You can guess the appearance of the meat pudding, and you can hardly imagine that after the flesh is broken, the juice will flow and the taste will be plump.

Gu Mingzhu inserted a candle on her carefully selected persimmon, then lit the candle, and pushed the heart-shaped plate in front of Yan Jingcheng.

Then he folded out a golden birthday hat and half-kneeled on the carpet and insisted on wearing it on his head.

Yan Jingcheng frowned and resisted.

But in the end, Gu Mingzhu slapped him on the top of his head and put her birthday hat on his head with a tough attitude.

Gu Mingzhu turned on the lights in the room to the darkest point, just as the light and shadow were slanted, neither being pitch black nor being able to see the man clearly.

"Happy birthday, husband~ I will love you forever!"

Gu Mingzhu kissed Yan Jingcheng heavily on the face, then ran to the opposite side, and took a few photos while Yan Jingcheng didn't react.

Yan Jingcheng's eyes fell on the persimmon on the tray, and he repeatedly confirmed that it was not a cake, but a real persimmon.

On the beautiful heart-shaped tray, there are also the crooked words "Wansi Ruyi".

The candlelight was reflected in the man's pupils, and the man did not move for a long time.

After taking the photo, Gu Mingzhu fell back into his arms and whispered: "Why don't you blow the candle?"

Yan Jingcheng withdrew his gaze and said warmly: "Together."

Gu Mingzhu smiled loudly, but she did not refuse, and blew out the only candle on the persimmon with Yan Jingcheng.

She knew that he didn't like sweets.

Although he prepared a big cake at today's banquet, he did not touch a single bite.

A few days ago, she thought about it and was worried for a long time, and felt that her birthday without cake would not look good.

But after she asked the master to try out the sugar and sweetness in the cake, she lost the happiness on her taste buds, the cake was so greasy that it was unacceptable.

Then she thought about using fruit instead.

After thinking about it for a long time, I finally caught a flamboyant, big and soft persimmon in the supermarket.

She carefully selected a long time before she picked out a perfect persimmon that grew on her aesthetic points in all aspects. She felt that the meaning was good, the color was beautiful, and the taste was pretty.

The more Gu Mingzhu thought about it, the more she felt that she was so smart!

It just so happens that the softness of the persimmon can perfectly plug the candle, which is simply not even more impressive.

Yan Jingcheng looked at the woman's shiny eyes and felt soft-hearted, his heart was so sore and swelling that nothing was filled, but it also brought such an unspeakable sourness.

"Am I good husband?"

Gu Mingzhu looked at him expectantly, her face full of expressions of "Praise me and praise me."

Yan Jingcheng took off the hat on his head and buckled it on her head, lowered his head and bit her lips, and his voice was mute: "Zhuzhu is the best."

Gu Mingzhu was so weak that she was kissed by him that she was so confused.

It was not until she was tossing on the sofa that she collapsed in his arms and whispered: "Husband, why don't you like sweets?"
Chapter completed!