Mommy, Please Wait To Be Loved

Tang Moran looked through the window to the black door outside, the endless blackness, she was like a discouraged balloon,

From the original full of expectations, it became a disappointment.

Steward Qi came out again and glanced at the disappointed Tang Moran, feeling incomprehensible: "Miss Tang, then

Would you like to take out some flowers, balloons and candles? "

Those were prepared by Tang Moran himself.

Tang Moran shook his head, got up, and went upstairs desperately.

The steward Qi looked uncomfortable.

I glanced at the flower bouquets and candlesticks in the kitchen, thinking about waiting, maybe people will be back in a while?

Fu Ting came back from the outside at midnight, drunk, and walking a little unstable.

He worked overtime for half a month on this project, and finally signed the contract today. He was happy. He had more wine. Someone came back.

It's late.

Stumbled upstairs and opened the door of the room.

The person on the bed was small, shrunk into a ball under the quilt.

"Moer..." Fu Tingye looked at the fuzzy figure and hugged him.

Tang Moran just fell asleep, and was awakened again after such a noise.

She smelled the strong alcohol on his body and frowned, "Did you drink? Did you drink a lot?"

"Well, I'm so happy today. I drank two more glasses." He held her and refused to let go.

Is he happy? He also promised to come back today for his birthday.

"What are you happy about? Today...Do you still remember what day it is?" Tang Moran asked him tentatively.

"Well, a project has been implemented today, so the following days will be much easier."

"Is that what makes you happy today?" Not because she was waiting at home for his birthday, but because

His project?

He didn't remember what he had said clearly.

Tang Moran felt wronged and wanted to cry, so he sniffed and turned to sleep, ignoring him.

Every night Fu Ting knew that he was drinking a bit high, got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath, and when he came back, he hugged her and fell asleep.

The next day, he had a headache due to the hangover. It was too early to take a look, and Tang Moran was still not awake.

He got up and went downstairs.

Seeing discarded flowers and cakes in the trash can, he twisted his eyebrows slightly.

Manager Qi just came out and saw him in surprise and asked: "Master, when did you come back?"

"Last night." He poured himself a glass of warm water.

"Last night? Why didn't I see you? I waited for you in the middle of the night."

"What are you waiting for me?"

"Did you forget what day was yesterday?"

"What day?" He still didn't remember.

"Saturday, your birthday."

"My birthday?" Yes, on his birthday, he promised to come back and spend time with Mo'er: "Wasn't Mo'er yesterday?

Are you waiting for my birthday? "

"Yeah, Miss Tang waited for more than a day for you. Yesterday she made cakes and threw away countless ones before making one.

Satisfied, wrote a blessing, tied a bunch of flowers, set up a beautiful candlestick, and waited until midnight. "

"She's been waiting for me?" Fu Tingye's heart was tense, thinking how sad she would have been waiting for herself for a day.

"Wait until 12 o'clock, and the cake is still there. I thought you didn't come back all night and just processed it in the morning."

The family's words are full of pity: "Look, I just put it in the trash can."

Fu Tingye also felt that it was a pity that this was a cake that Mo'er made for herself, but because she had forgotten it for a while.

Tasted it, and was thrown into the trash can.

Mo'er said nothing after he came back last night.

"Take these away."

The housekeeper Qi asked someone to come and throw away the trash.

Tang Moran woke up without finding Fu Tingye by his side.

He came back late last night, is he out now?

Do whatever you want.

Tang Moran was a little angry.

So when she saw Fu Tingye sitting in the dining room enjoying breakfast, she was a little stunned.

Fu Tingye spoke first: "Get up? Come over and eat."

She nodded and sat opposite him with her head.

Milk and bread, and fried eggs, a very nutritious breakfast.

Tang Moran bit his mouth, without raising his eyebrows, completely treating Fu Tingye who was sitting opposite her as the air.

"Did you sleep well?" Fu Tingye said again, feeling ashamed.

"Yeah." Tang Moran nodded and replied. But there was no concentrating light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, or in a daze.

Seeing her desperate look, he couldn't tell what it was like.

"By the way, did you ask me something last night?" He planned to give her a chance to question himself.

Tang Moran shook his head honestly: "No, you were drunk last night, maybe you remembered it wrong."

"Really not? Why do I seem to remember it? You seem to ask me what day was yesterday."

Tang Moran almost bit his tongue, his black pupils finally looked at him, as if asking him again: Yesterday was

What day.

"Forget it, I might have remembered it wrong." Fu Tingye didn't go on.

Tang Moran snorted softly.

Suddenly he thought it was interesting too.

She never dared to be angry with him, at least not in front of him, she was so cute that she was so angry.

There was a ringing tone from his cell phone, Fu Tingye picked up the cell phone: "Well, yes, I won’t go today, let’s get rid of them all, you

We figured it out. "Then hung up.

Although Tang Moran was not looking at him, he listened to him with his ears erected.

Is he not going to work today? What is he doing at home?

Why didn't I not go to work yesterday, but not today.

Thinking of this, she became unhappy again.

After the two of them had breakfast, Fu Tingye leaned back on the chair and looked at her with his hands ringed: "Give you another chance."

"What?" Tang Moran was confused.

"Give you another chance to question me or blame me."

Tang Moran didn't understand what he meant.

"Mo'er, I'm sorry, I forgot the agreement with you. I didn't come back yesterday to let you celebrate my birthday." Fu Tingye brought

Guilty.

Tang Moran didn't expect him to remember, and was a little at a loss, blame him? It must be weird.

She waited for so many days just to give him a birthday yesterday and let him eat the eggs she made herself.

Cake, but he forgot.

But she knew how busy he was, and she went home late at night every day, and fell asleep when she was tired.

Seeing him so hard and tired, I can't bear to blame him.

"Forget it, it's already over anyway." Replied with a fork poking the fried egg.

It doesn't look like you really don't care.

"How about this, I will supply you." Fu Tingye folded his hands on his chin and looked at her.

"What do you supply me? Is it your birthday, OK? It's you who didn't eat the cake, and it's not me." Tang Moran muttered

mouth. It’s as cute as it looks.

Fu Tingye couldn't help laughing: "Yes, so I regret that I didn't eat the cake that Mo'er made for me.

Would you make me another one? "

The change came so fast that she couldn’t adapt for a while and didn’t know what to say. She blinked her eyes and looked at

Fu Tingye's serious expression.

Suddenly it occurred to me that she did a lot of things yesterday and made one, which looked quite satisfactory.

He looks forward to it, will he be disappointed to see the cake he really made?

It's one thing that he didn't eat it, it's another thing to let him down.

Tang Moran bit his lip and shook his head: "You should buy one outside, I...I'm afraid I can't do it well."

Fu Tingye got up and pulled her into her arms: "Little fool, when did I despise you? As long as you do

Yes, even if the poison is put on me, I will be happy. "

Tang Moran was anxious when he heard it: "How could I poison you." She wouldn't, she just wanted to give him her heart.

"I know you won't, so can you make another cake for me?" Fu Tingye asked her softly, not dare to treat her now

Speaking loudly, a loud voice made her cry and made him feel at a loss.

"Yeah." Tang Moran nodded vigorously, his eyes bent into crescent shapes.

Tang Moran was playing tricks in the kitchen. She refused to let Fu Tingye help and insisted on letting him eat the cake she made by herself.

Fu Tingye leaned on the door frame of the kitchen, watching her busy schedule, the corners of her mouth curled up with pleasure.

Although the final cake has some flaws, the cream is not evenly shaved, only the champagne left over from yesterday

The rose is a bit wilting. Everything else is perfect.

Tang Moran glanced back and found that Fu Tingye was not watching at the door. This was like a thief, using chocolate sauce

The same sentence as yesterday was written on it.

Putting the finished cake on the tray, Tang Moran carried it out.

"Okay, okay, I'm done." Putting the cake on the table, she went back to the kitchen to get the candle.

How old is he this year? Thirty years old?

You can’t put thirty candles, forget it, just get one.

Tang Moran tangled a bit, and finally chose a candle.

At the candle, Fu Tingye stood at the dining table.

"Come here, I took a candle and lighted it to make a wish." Tang Moran ran in a panic.

Suddenly, a huge bunch of red roses appeared in front of her, and she was startled.

Looking at the huge bouquet of roses that suddenly appeared in front of him, Tang Moran was flattered: "What is this...for?"

"Happy Birthday."

"Today is not my birthday." Tang Moran looked blank.

"From now on, my birthday will be your birthday, and your birthday will still be your birthday. How about? Do you want to celebrate twice a year?

Birthday? "Fu Tingye thought, he would be so busy that he would forget his birthday, but if it was also her birthday, he would not

Busy forgetting.

So it's better to celebrate your birthday with two people, if she is happy, he will be happy too.