Good luck: The fresh meat husband is so fierce

"Don't be dazed, just make a wish and blow out the candles."

The candles on the cake had already been lit, and seeing Zhao Qichen still a little dazed, Lin Qiuran urged in a low voice.

Zhao Qichen glanced at Lin Qiuran, then nodded slightly.

The last time I blew out birthday cake candles was when I was a child...

At that time, I can still remember my birthday, and every time this day comes, I look forward to it very much.

I look forward to Su Xinrui being able to spend this day with me.

However, the long-term hopes fell to nothing, and then he was disappointed and desperate. Zhao Qichen chose to let go of this expectation slowly.

Gradually, I really forgot.

Every year, my birthday is over, and I will suddenly realize that I have missed my birthday a few days or even a week after the end.

No regrets, just a little pity.

It was precisely because of this that when his birthday was remembered again, Zhao Qichen's heart was like a cluster of flames that had been quiet for a long time.

Under Lin Qiuran's expectant eyes, Zhao Qichen clasped his hands between his lips, and then closed his eyes.

Lin Qiuran had never opened her voice in front of Zhao Qichen, but without singing accompaniment, it seemed that the atmosphere was missing, so she turned on her phone and downloaded a birthday greeting song with a child's voice.

Accompanied by cheerful music, the birthday candles were blown out by Zhao Qichen.

Lin Qiuran applauded slightly.

"Okay, now let's cut the cake."

After finishing speaking, she seemed to have thought of something, and immediately retracted what she just said.

"Wait a minute, wait for me first..."

Then Lin Qiuran hurriedly took out her mobile phone from her pocket and took a photo of the front of the cake.

"I'm OK, let's cut the cake."

From the beginning to the end, Lin Qiuran was the only one talking.

Zhao Qichen kept his eyes gentle, looking down at the series of actions of the woman in front of him.

Lin Qiuran found that Zhao Qichen hadn't said a word for a long time, and raised his eyes suspiciously, ready to urge him.

Just saw Zhao Qichen's appearance.

The lights in the room were not turned on, and apart from the candles that had just been extinguished, the only source of light was colored candles placed on the ground.

The light of the fire was slightly reflected on Lin Qiuran's little face, and Zhao Qichen couldn't help asking slightly:
"Did you prepare all of these in advance?"

His voice was hoarse.

"Yeah, when we go out, in order to surprise you, we can only ask the people in the hotel to help prepare it. It's a little rough. When we return to the base, let Xiaopang and the others celebrate it for you again."

Lin Qiuran has been by Zhao Qichen's side for the past three days. Originally, she thought that the two of them would sleep in two separate rooms, and it would be easier for her to move around in a room outside the two, so she would not be easily exposed.

But thinking about it later, the idea of ​​sleeping in a room alone was too unrealistic, so she could only pin her hopes on the hotel staff.

From the current point of view, it is still worth the extra service fee.

In Zhao Qichen's eyes, even if there is no cake with flowers and candles now, Lin Qiuran's blessing in front of the elevator is enough to be commendable.

Hugging Lin Qiuran tightly in front of him, Zhao Qichen spoke again:
"Ran Ran, do you know that I haven't experienced such a birthday for a long time..."

As a child who had lost his parents, Lin Qiuran certainly knew how Zhao Qichen felt.

In college, Qiao Ziqi would celebrate for herself.

From university to society, no one except myself remembers this possibly insignificant day.

"Silly boy, I will celebrate your birthday with you every year from now on."

Backhand gently touched the top of Zhao Qichen's head behind him, Lin Qiuran's tone couldn't help moving Zhao Qichen.

Just as Zhao Qichen was about to speak, he felt a slightly cold and greasy touch on his face.

I saw Lin Qiuran, with cream on his fingers, staring at him slyly.

Lin Qiuran struggled to break free from Zhao Qichen's arms, worried that he would fight back when he realized what had happened.

Wei Wei jumped half a step back, and Lin Qiuran made a defensive gesture.

"Don't come here, or..."

Zhao Qichen looked at Lin Qiuran who clearly made the first move but still looked like he was facing a formidable enemy, and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

"Come and eat the cake, I won't fight back."

Seeing Zhao Qichen lower his head and focus on cutting the cake, Lin Qiuran, who had doubts about his words, finally let go of his guard and slowly moved back to the dining table.

Zhao Qichen installed two cake pans, one for Lin Qiuran and one for himself.

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Taking a mouthful of cream, Zhao Qichen let the corners of his mouth be covered wantonly.

Then he aimed at Lin Qiuran's cheek and kissed it.

Lin Qiuran was savoring the taste of this cake carefully, so she naturally didn't know that Zhao Qichen still kept this hand.

With disbelief in his eyes, Lin Qiuran touched his face and pointed at Zhao Qichen:
"You...you said you wouldn't fight back, big liar..."

Zhao Qichen pouted innocently and shrugged his shoulders, explaining in a leisurely manner:

"I didn't fight back, I was fighting back..."

Lin Qiuran: "..."

What kind of bullshit is this?
But Lin Qiuran was speechless for this bullshit reasoning.

Looking at the deflated appearance of the woman in front of him, Zhao Qichen felt an indescribable joy.

The two fought and settled half of the cake, and didn't intend to clean up the mess, so they went straight to wash and sleep.

This day is certainly happy, but this kind of happiness is also based on fatigue.

Both of them have the habit of living in the base, so walking for so long today is naturally unacceptable.

After taking a shower, Lin Qiuran wrapped herself in a towel, sat on the sofa and gently massaged her calves.

Although it is not yet the next day, the soreness in the calf has slowly begun to emerge.

As soon as Zhao Qichen came out of the bathroom, he saw Lin Qiuran frowned and kept beating his calf.

After walking over, he quietly squatted down and put his hands on Lin Qiuran's ankles.

"Be patient, I'll give you a pinch."

After Zhao Qichen finished speaking, he started to move.

The strength of his hand was stronger than Lin Qiuran's, and with his slight force, Lin Qiuran felt his muscles explode sorely.

"Just lightly..."

Can't help but sigh.

Listening to Lin Qiuran's reaction, Zhao Qichen adjusted the strength of his hands bit by bit, and finally chose the strength she could most accept, rubbing gently from ankle to knee.

The sense of comfort invaded Lin Qiuran's nerves, and she didn't struggle, and she lost consciousness not long after she closed her eyes...

When Zhao Qichen looked up again, he saw Lin Qiuran's expression on the back of the sofa sleeping soundly.

And the deep gully on her chest because she was leaning back.

The dark light in his eyes flashed, Zhao Qichen stood up, and hugged Zhao Qichen in his arms.