"Aci, do you want to go home for dinner tonight?"
The aunt's voice spoke softly on the other end of the phone.
Bo Jingci stood up from his office seat with a slender figure, one hand in his pocket, and stood in front of the window, overlooking the tall buildings.
"I'm back, aunt."
The man's tone was as calm as ever, but his voice was much gentler. He was one of the few people who showed his closeness in front of his relatives.
The aunt laughed, with joy in her tone: "Your uncle is not busy today. He got off work early. This guy from Pucheng also said that he would come back to celebrate your birthday."
After being picked up by Mr. Bo when he was a child, not to mention his birthday, it was already the greatest gift for him to treat him as a human being.
Bo Jingci was just a tool he cultivated for his family.
So since leaving his aunt, he has never celebrated a birthday again.
Children always like this day very much and can’t wait for this day to come soon.
Bo Jingci was no exception. When he lived with his aunt, every time it was his birthday, her aunt always bought him many gifts and made cakes herself.
As for my uncle, although he is silent and reserved and not good at expressing his emotions, he always pays attention to the things he likes and always fulfills his wishes.
In the days approaching his birthday, although he acted indifferently, he was still a child and couldn't hide what was on his mind.
On my birthday, my eyes always light up when I see cakes and gifts.
But later, he had no expectations. In those painful and depressing days, he no longer expected these things.
As I grew up, I began to gradually forget my birthday.
It was not until later that he gained the ability and Mr. Bo's power was defeated, that he had the opportunity to breathe a sigh of relief.
When the old man passed away later, Bo Jingci lost control and moved out of the suffocating villa early.
Every year after that, his aunt would ask him to go back for dinner on his birthday. No matter how busy Pucheng and his aunt were, they would always take time to go home.
As his thoughts surged, Bo Jingci's eyes moved slightly. Thinking of his aunt's reminder, he raised his eyes to look at his watch and realized what day it was.
"Are you busy? Bring her over tonight. She told me on WeChat some time ago that she misses the crispy chicken I made. I prepared the ingredients early this morning..."
The aunt smiled and followed Bo Jingci as he talked about today's arrangements. He lowered his eyes, the emotion in his eyes unclear.
After he listened to his aunt quietly, he said calmly: "She is on a business trip abroad."
The other end of the phone paused for a while before speaking, with a hint of disappointment: "Ah... can't you make it back today?"
Bo Jingci chuckled: "It doesn't matter if she can't come back in time, her work is important."
The aunt wanted to say something else, but she didn't know how to speak and became quiet after hearing this.
Then, she smiled easily: "It's okay, then you must come over tonight."
Bo Jingci said softly: "Okay."
After hanging up the phone with his aunt, Bo Jingci sent a message to Song Jingmian, but she was probably still busy and did not reply.
As evening approached, the setting sun outside the window shone warmly and fell on his documents. It was obviously a warm scene, but Bo Jingci felt a little cold.
The mobile phone was placed next to him. This was the first time this afternoon that he looked at it without any movement.
Perhaps because the earnestness in his heart was too heavy, the phone suddenly vibrated. Bo Jingci picked up the phone with some excitement, but when he saw the message on the phone, his expectations were disappointed.
I can't say I was disappointed, but I always felt empty in my heart.
Pucheng: [Brother! When will you come back? ! I'm home! 】
Bo Jingci narrowed his eyes, put away the emotion in his eyes, and replied calmly: [Right away. 】
Pucheng replied quickly, and even through the screen, it was not difficult to see his excitement.
Pucheng: [Okay, I’ll wait for you! ! 】
After saying that, he also sent several emoticons over.
Bo Jingci didn't reply. He returned to the interface and stared blankly at the dialog box where he was chatting with Song Jingmian.
He asked again: [Wife, when can you come back? 】
This time, just like in the morning, the news was lost.
Bo Jingci's hand holding the phone tightened slightly.
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When driving to Pu's house, Bo Jingci still didn't receive a reply from Song Jingmian.
It was already dark at this time, and because of the time difference between the two of them, it was common for them to reply after a long time when chatting, but it never took as long as this time.
He also sent a message to her assistant Xiao Nian.
Then he sent a message to Song Jingmian asking her to have a good meal, and then started driving seriously.
I didn't feel too disappointed along the way, but there was always a slight irritability lingering in my heart.
Anyway, she has been here for so many years, and Bo Jingci also knows that she has been very busy recently.
Sometimes when he just got up in the morning, she would be ready to fall asleep. You could see the dark blue under her eyes clearly, and she was obviously much haggard, but she always smiled every time she faced him.
I often fall asleep while talking.
Thinking of this, he felt heartbroken.
When he arrived at Pu's house, Bo Jingci saw his aunt staring at the door.
Bo Jingci stepped forward and said, "Auntie, you don't have to wait for me at the door anymore."
He said this many times, and my aunt heard it many times, but every time he came back, she would almost always wait for him. Only in the cold winter months, when she felt unwell, did she go into the house and wait on her husband's persuasion.
After her sister was gone, she treated Bo Jingci as her own child. She thought that he had suffered too much over the years, and now her life was finally getting better. She cherished these moments.
"I'm fine, don't worry."
Bo Jingci smiled with a smile on his face: "Well, that's good."
What he is worried about now is his aunt's body. After many years of conditioning, although she has not returned to the condition before giving birth, she will not be too uncomfortable in winter.
"Come in quickly." The aunt hurriedly called him in, and Bo Jingci also took her hand and supported her weakly.
He lowered his eyes and saw that his aunt's eyebrows were curved and she looked in a good mood, and he couldn't help but curl his lips.
When he walked through the yard to the door, he found that the door was open. Bo Jingci didn't think much and reminded his aunt to pay attention to her steps when going up a few steps.
The moment he lowered his head, the door suddenly opened from the inside, and then two people suddenly jumped out, one on the left and the other on the right.
"Bang!!!"
The ribbons fell all over the floor, and also fell on the top of Bo Jingci's hair and shoulders. When he raised his eyes in surprise, he met the face that he thought about day and night.
She wore a light blue cheongsam today, looking dignified and graceful. Her hair must have been carefully taken care of, held up with a plain white hairpin, and the rest of her hair was slightly blowing on her shoulders.
Song Jingmian still held the spray can in her hand, her smiling eyes met his stunned eyes, and she said, "Happy birthday, hubby!"
