Drifting Towards You

Jiang's mother immediately finished the game and said warmly: "Jincheng's words are also reasonable, but your Uncle Jiang also considers you. After all, you are now highly powerful, young and handsome, and easy-going. It is difficult to guarantee that some people will not think Hit you."

Su Jincheng said nothing.

The food was on the table one after another, Jiang Sihan quickly got up and carried a large birthday cake.

She took off the box after the cake was on the table.

Father Jiang was a little surprised and said: "Are the cakes now so advanced? Can they be made so realistic?"

The cake is nothing special, just a big picture of Su Jincheng printed on it.

On the cake, he was wearing a light blue shirt, with picturesque eyebrows and light, but his eyes were kind of gentle, which made people fascinated unconsciously.

"What lifelike, dad, this is a photo. Now you can print the photo on the cake, so I took a photo of Jincheng to the cake shop in advance." Jiang Sihan explained with a smile, talking, and looked up at Su Jincheng. Reaction.

He doesn't seem to have any thoughts, his expression has been very pale, and his posture has not even changed.

Father Jiang couldn't help but smiled: "Hehe, Dad is old and doesn't understand the things of you young people. I am old, outdated, and start to despise me."

"Why, dad, don't talk nonsense." Jiang Sihan groaned.

Mother Jiang smiled and said: "This is the woman's congress. You have taken a lot of thought for Jincheng's birthday."

Jiang Sihan couldn't help being a little bit shy. He stood up and lit a candle, and said: "Jincheng, you are today's birthday star, make a wish."

Su Jincheng said warmly: "No, I don't believe this."

Jiang Sihan paused with his burning hand, and couldn't help but persuade again: "Let's allow one, in case it is realized."

Su Jincheng raised her eyes and glanced at her lightly, without making a sound.

Father Jiang seemed to perceive something wrong in the atmosphere, so he couldn't help but speak: "No matter, we men never believe in this, that is, you women and children believe in these things."

Jiang Sihan was a little disappointed. It can be seen that Su Jincheng had no intention of persuading his father like this, so he had to give up.

Looking at the full candles, he hesitated and said again: "The candles are all lit, so why not blow them together."

Su Jincheng didn't say anything, and Father Jiang said: "It's not Xing's happy birthday song, Sihan, you sing one for Jincheng."

"Dad~!" Jiang Sihan said shyly, as if he couldn't let go.

Father Jiang was about to say something more, Su Jincheng planned to say, "Since Sihan doesn't want to sing, let's forget it."

Jiang Sihan's complexion was slightly stiff, the shyness on his face disappeared, but it became a little ugly.

She didn't want to sing, but she didn't want to make herself look too eager, so she put on a shy posture. In fact, she was already ready to sing, but he didn't expect him to talk like that.

Jiang Sihan was silent for a moment, thinking that maybe he was thinking about his own feelings, so he said so.

He saw that he was unwilling, so he was afraid of embarrassment.

Thinking about this, Jiang Sihan felt a little better, and no longer felt so sad.

Because of the delay for a long time, some candles went out by themselves without knowing why.

Jiang Sihan frowned and said warmly again: "Jincheng, why don't you blow the candle."

Su Jincheng glanced at the extinguished candle, and slowly said: "There is a candle that has gone out, it's not lucky."