"Mom, please stop comforting me." Sansan picked up a Duffy with crooked eyes and a crooked mouth. "It will sue me tomorrow."
Zheng Pianqing: "..." Now she really wanted to call Zhou Yi over to comfort San San, but she couldn't answer such a question at all.
In an instant, Sansan had put down her things. She held her chin in her hands with a serious expression: "Mom, you are so good at painting, why didn't I inherit your talent?"
Sansan was really frustrated this time, because she has a bright mind and is good at learning. She can basically master everything quickly if she studies seriously. But Mao Feang has been studying for half a month, and she can still do it so ugly.
Sansan is a little doubtful about life.
Zheng Pianqing: "Because you have something better at."
She tried her best to comfort Sansan, "Everyone has their own areas in which they are better at it. I am talented in painting, but my athletic talent is not as good as yours. You have to see more of your own strengths."
"That's the truth..." Sansan pursed her lips, "But I want to give dad a surprise."
"It's okay, I'll make it with you." Zheng Pianqing added a chair next to Sansan, sat down with her, and picked up the tools next to her, "You make the dumplings, and I'll make small shapes for them, OK What?"
Sansan nodded and immediately returned to chicken blood state. She picked up a long needle and started pricking the dumplings, "Let's make Belle first this time~"
This type of handwork is not difficult for Zheng Pianqing.
It was just in time for the weekend, and the mother and daughter worked together for two days to complete this Disney family portrait for Zhou's gift.
Sansan bought the figure packaging box before and put them in one by one.
Zheng Pianqing looked at those cute pink felt toys, and it was hard to imagine that they were gifts for a man in his thirties.
However, she is not worried about Zhou Yi's reaction. Whether he likes it or not, he is always enthusiastic about the gifts given by Sansan. He is never stingy when it comes to positive feedback.
After Sansan wrapped the felt, she put it all into a big gift box, and then went to the table to write a greeting card.
"Mom, would you like to write one too?" Sansan extended an invitation to Zheng Pianqing.
Zheng Pianqian rarely refused Sansan's invitation. After nodding in agreement, she picked up a signature pen and wrote "Happy Birthday" on the greeting card.
After finishing writing, Zheng Pianqing felt that these four words were a bit too harsh when paired with the box of pink felt toys, so she drew a Mickey Mouse head on the greeting card.
Looking at it this way, it's much better.
Sansan showed envy again when she saw that Zheng Pianqing could draw so well in just one stroke.
Compared with Zheng Pianqing's greeting card, Sansan's card was much more exaggerated. She used several colors and painted a lot of decorations on it.
Sansan is not very proficient in writing Chinese yet, and her sentence is crooked, but this font just matches the box of gifts.
After putting the greeting card into the gift box, Sansan closed the lid with satisfaction and began to look forward to Zhou Yi's expression after receiving the gift.
"Mom, don't tell dad." Sansan made a "shh" gesture to Zheng Pianqing.
Zheng Pianqing nodded, "Well, I won't tell."
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Before Zhou Yi's birthday, it happened to be Thanksgiving. The studio had a holiday, and Sansan went to participate in the school's Thanksgiving event.
This event is for children only, parents are not required to attend.
Early in the morning, Zhou Yi and Zheng Pianying sent San San to school together.
After getting in the car, Zhou Yi pulled on his seat belt, looked sideways at Zheng Pianqing, and said ambiguously: "Are you going to my house?"
The relationship between the two has lasted for about a month, and Zheng Pianqian could immediately understand the meaning behind his four words, "It's up to you."
Zhou Yi smiled after hearing this answer and leaned closer to her ear, "I saw it last night."
Zheng Pianqing: "What can you see?"
Zhou Yi: "You want to sleep with me."
Zheng Pianqing: "..."
"Did I tell you what you said?" He started the car and pinched her face with his hand. "Don't worry, boss, I will serve you enthusiastically."
Zheng Pianqian slapped his hand away and said, "Drive your car."
Zhou Yi clicked his tongue and returned his hand to the steering wheel, "My birthday is coming soon."
Zheng Pianqing: "Oh, I know."
Zhou Yi: "You remember my birthday very clearly. Does that mean I'm special to you?"
Zheng Pianqing: "Don't you know how to speak if you are not greasy?"
Zhou Yi: "Activate the atmosphere."
Zheng Pianqing: "I'm annoyed."
After driving for a while, Zhou Yi suddenly stopped the car.
Zheng Pianqing took a closer look and saw a cake shop outside the window.
She looked at Zhou Yi with confusion. Sansan was not here, so what kind of cake would he buy?
Zhou Yi unbuckled his seat belt and came to unbuckle Zheng Pianqiao, "It's rare for two of us to have a world together today. Let's celebrate my birthday with me in advance."
Zheng Pianqing realized that he was going to buy a cake: "Go and buy it yourself."
Zhou Yi: "How can the birthday girl buy a cake by himself? You give it to me."
Zheng Pianqing almost laughed angrily at him: "...why are you so thick-skinned?"
Zhou Yi didn't take it seriously and said plausibly: "I will work hard to serve you all day long. Isn't it too much to buy a cake to replenish my health?"
In terms of shamelessness and stalking, Zheng Pianying has never been Zhou Yi's opponent. After the two of them fought for several minutes, Zheng Pianying was pulled out of the car by Zhou Yi.
There were not many shapes and flavors to choose from for the ready-made cakes in the cake shop. After looking around, Zheng Pianqian chose the Cherry Black Forest.
Zhou Yi didn't have any objections and followed her like a pretty boy, with no intention of paying the bill.
No matter how many times she saw him, Zheng Pianqing would still admire his shamelessness. He really didn't care what others thought of him.
After settling the bill, Zhou Yi took the cake and the complimentary scented candle from the clerk.
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After returning to the apartment, Zhou Yi carried the cake, placed it on the dining table, and closed the blackout curtains in the living room.
The huge living room suddenly turned from day to night.
After Zhou Yi lit the candles given by the cake shop, he took candlesticks and ordinary candles from the drawer in the living room and placed them on the table.
Candlelight was lit in the dim environment, and the atmosphere suddenly became a lot more ambiguous.
After Zhou Yi put down the lighter, he came to Zheng Pianqing, put his hands on her shoulders, and hugged her towards the dining table.
Zheng Pianqing did not refuse and followed him to the dining table.
Zhou Yi glanced at the cake and asked her with a smile: "Don't you wish me a blessing?"
Zheng Pianqing: "Happy birthday."
Zhou Yi was obviously not satisfied with these four words, "That's it?"
Zheng Pianqing: "Otherwise."
"I want... like this." The last two words ended between the lips of the two people.
Zheng Pianqian responded by wrapping her arms around his neck out of habit. This reaction made Zhou Yi's blood rush, and he held her hips and lifted her to the table.
This movement brought out a gust of wind, and the candles on the table swayed slightly.
The candlelight illuminated two entangled figures on the opposite wall, which looked like a carefully designed shot in a movie.
The kiss lasted for more than ten minutes. When they separated, Zheng Pianqing's head was already a little dizzy, and she leaned on Zhou Yi's shoulder out of habit.
