Drifting Towards You

Mu Beiting curled his lips and glanced at the cakes year after year, feeling more relieved.

Half an hour later, Mu Beiting was basically finished. He turned his head and looked at the cakes every year. He couldn't help but say, "It's ugly."

Nian Nian's face turned red with anger, glaring at Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting didn't think his life was enough, and once again relentlessly attacked: "I will definitely like me more later."

"My~!" Nian Nian couldn't help retorting.

Mu Beiting pointed to Nian Nian's cake: "She doesn't like it so ugly, just like he doesn't like you either."

After a long time, I flattened my small mouth and my eyes were red. After a long while, he exhaled, "Bad father."

Mu Beiting was in a particularly good mood because he won the provocation.

Changed to the red cream, bowed slightly, and carefully wrote a line on the cake.

Happy birthday, wife. I love you.

After looking at it, although the writing was not as beautiful as the pen, Mu Beiting couldn't help but raised his eyebrows.

Turning his head and looking, the little devil was able to smooth the cream and put some fruit on it.

"Do you want to help?" Mu Beiting asked.

"No!" With a straight face every year, it was obvious that Mu Beiting had just been ‘harmed’ by Mu Beiting.

Mu Beiting was about to say something, but the phone rang.

Looking at the number, he motioned to Shang Wen to stay to take care of Nian Nian, then turned around and started the phone call outside.

The original sluggishness came back to life all of a sudden, and stepped on the stool, turning his head and looking out.

Seeing Mu Beiting making a call in the direction with his back facing the door, he immediately climbed down from the chair, and then pulled the chair to Mu Beiting’s cake. He smiled and squinted his eyes. I don’t know. Thinking of something bad.

Seeing to climb up the chair every year, Shang Wen stepped forward and couldn't help but said: "Little Master, what are you?"

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Holding the tube of red cream that Mu Beiting had just used, he squeezed it on the cake with his small body.

Shang Wen was curious, poking his head and watching.

After a while, Shang Wen's whole body froze, fixedly looking at the tampered words on the cake, speechless for a long time.

Year after year he climbed back to his own cake, his movements accelerated a bit, and he placed strawberries and marshmallows on the outer circle, and then wrote a few words crookedly with blue cream.

After finishing writing, Mu Beiting returned.

Year after year, he immediately climbed down the chair and stopped him outside the door: "Box."

"Are you ready?" Mu Beiting was a little curious.

"En." He nodded earnestly every year, his big watery eyes were innocent and clean.

Shangwen couldn't help but touched his nose, lowered his head and said nothing.

Obviously, Mu Beiting didn't think much about it, and turned to call the boss to come in and pack.

The boss first packaged Mu Beiting's cake, but only planned to pack the cake into the box. Looking at the words on it, he was taken aback for a moment.

Subconsciously glanced at Mu Beiting, and then immediately lowered his head, swiftly packing the cake.

Mu Beiting twisted his eyebrows, and felt that something was wrong.

After another glance, seeing that the boss was packing his son's cake seriously, he didn't think anything was wrong.

The boss calmly looked at the words on the Nian Nian cake, thinking that Shao Mu would not be beaten to death by his wife tonight.

One big and one small turned and left with two cakes.

After passing by the flower shop, Mu Beiting picked another bunch of Platycodon grandiflorum and a bunch of roses every year.