"I just have a good eye!"
Zhuli looked arrogant and raised her voice a bit to avoid his question.
"Youyou thinks the scarf doesn't look good, but daddy looks good."
Jing Youyou gave the answer sincerely.
Zhuli, who had been so complacent just now, instantly restrained himself, as they said children would not lie.
It must be really ugly, he may just be trying to comfort her.
He quickly lowered his head and pretended to pack the packaging boxes on the floor.
Jing Huaizhi looked at Jing Youyou with a somewhat interested smile.
"Youyou, the most important thing is that dad likes it very much."
"Youyou will knit a scarf for your boyfriend for the first time when you grow up. It may not look prettier than your mother's."
Although he said these words to Jing Youyou, they relieved Zhuli's depressed mood a bit.
Jing Youyou still couldn't understand the complicated words, so she could only respond with a smile.
Zhuli raised her eyelids and raised her palm to his collarbone: "Take it off, it really... doesn't look good."
Her eyes were a little cold and expressionless.
Jing Huaizhi held her finger that was touching his scarf, opened it and took a look.
Those puncture marks were exposed to his sight, and he brought them to his lips and kissed them softly.
"I really like it, don't listen to Youyou's nonsense."
Jing Youyou was like a child who had done something wrong. She sat obediently on the sofa and made no sound.
Zhuli wasn't angry to begin with, so she couldn't get angry with her child.
"Okay, then you should take it with you wherever you go."
Then he took out his cell phone and sat back on the sofa to tinker with something.
He also took the opportunity to sit next to her and followed the phone screen with his eyes.
"What else are you doing?"
Zhuli was busy at the moment and had no time to pay attention to him, so she said casually: "Let's play for a while, we will know later."
Jing Huaizhi's eyes were serious as he was close at hand, as if she would find the answer by herself without telling him.
"Actually, I don't have to go to so much trouble to celebrate my birthday."
The next moment, he retracted his eyes and spoke slowly and leisurely.
She had a displeased expression on her face and her eyebrows were knitted together.
He put the phone back on the sofa and straightened up: "I'm not troubling you, just sit back and wait."
Zhuli raised his voice slightly and said truthfully.
In her opinion, birthday is the day when the birthday is the biggest, so it must be ceremonial.
She remembered that before her father passed away, he would order a big cake for her every birthday, just to make her wish.
After his father died, Suisui took his place.
Even if Xia Yuzhen would go out of her way to embarrass her on her birthday, Suisui could always conjure up a cake for her to make her wish.
But her wish at that time had always been: she hoped to leave here early one day and never come back.
"By the way, your parents should be coming over today."
"Then you can spend time with them. I'll go to Xingyan's house to spend the day."
Zhuli, who came back to his senses, hesitated for a while and whispered.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes suddenly became hollow and flat, like a piece of stagnant water.
After a long while, he said in a groggy voice: "My mother should be here."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door opened at the right time.
Shang Jin half-opened the door and saw a family of three on the sofa.
The corner of his mouth curled up, and he was ecstatic: "How come you three people in your family are all crowded on the sofa if you don't have a bed?"
The words that were too joking made Zhuli blush.
Especially when I hear the words "family of three", my heart beats fast.
"grandmother!"
Fortunately, Jing Youyou came to her rescue and Shang Jin didn't notice her shy look for the time being.
Shang Jin bent down and picked up Jing Youyou, only asked a few words and then put it down.
He walked towards the kitchen.
Zhuli's eyes followed her into the kitchen, and after a moment she quickly stood up and went in too.
Watching Shang Jin take off his coat and put on an apron, he couldn't help but ask while rolling up his cuffs.
"Mrs. Jing, what are you doing?"
Shang Jin gave a reassuring smile: "Come and make a bowl of longevity noodles for Huaizhi."
He raised his head and looked into her clear eyes, and said gently: "I will leave as soon as I'm done. I won't disturb the world of the two of you."
Zhuli lowered his head in embarrassment and bit his lip lightly.
Before she could answer, Shang Jin spoke slowly again.
"Do you need me to take Youyou away?"
She suddenly felt her face burning, as if it was being burned.
"Mrs. Jing, you..."
Shang Jin's hand that was touching the face paused for a moment, and his eyes drifted to her: "Lizi, how do you think about what mom told you last time?"
Could she be talking about...
Zhuli wanted to escape, but the soles of her feet seemed to be stuck with glue, and she couldn't move even half a step.
"Pear, I want to move in with you, is that okay?"
Takeli:......
His pupils suddenly narrowed, and he couldn't bring back the awkward smile on his lips.
"That's all, I hope you can spend today's birthday with Huaizhi well."
Shang Jin sighed, and when he mentioned his birthday, there was only helplessness and loss in his eyes.
Zhuli's eyes were filled with surprise: why did everyone in their family react like this to his birthday.
Isn’t celebrating a birthday a happy thing?
Although she had doubts, she didn't ask.
He nodded heavily: "Okay, Mrs. Jing, don't worry."
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Zhuli and Shang Jin came out of the kitchen together, holding a bowl of longevity noodles in their hands.
It's just that Jing Huaizhi wasn't too surprised when he saw it, not even a hint of smile.
"Mom, you can go."
His emotionless voice seemed to come from his throat.
Shang Jin's expression remained unchanged, he took off his apron, rearranged his clothes and pushed the door out.
It seemed that she came just to make a bowl of noodles for her son, and left without watching him finish.
This atmosphere made Zhuli feel even more weird. Did something happen on his birthday?
"Boss, please eat quickly. My hands are sore."
Zhuli spoke in a soft voice, as if she was coquettishly speaking.
Jing Huaizhi's eyes stayed on her for a moment before taking over.
She thought he would eat it while it was hot, but he just put it on the coffee table and went upstairs without looking back.
"you......"
Zhuli hurriedly wanted to call him back.
"Aren't you going to eat?"
When he said this, he had already gone upstairs and the door was closed.
"Mom, dad has never eaten the noodles cooked by grandma."
"Youyou ate it all."
Jing Youyou gritted her teeth and told her this fact.
She frowned slightly, a hint of confusion creeping onto her brows.
Ding dong -
The cake she ordered has arrived.
Zhuli, who was holding the ribbon, fell silent.
He didn't even eat the longevity noodles made by his mother, but he would eat the cake she ordered?
"Mom, is this for Youyou?"
Jing Youyou took small steps and moved to her side, reaching out to hold her palm.
The wet heat was held in her palm with a bit of stubborn strength. Zhuli squatted down and patted her shoulder.
"Shall we invite dad to eat together?"
Jing Youyou pouted, her eyes flashing with light: "Okay, mom, let's go find dad now!"
Dragging Zhuli upstairs, humming softly.
"Dad never seems to eat cake."
