Owl, Your Wife Has Dropped Her Waistcoat Again

She doesn't care about this, but it is her eighteenth birthday after all...

Zuo Hanxiao saw the disappointment in Wen Jiuqing's eyes and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Zuo Linxiu next to him was speechless: ...

His sister-in-law was obviously not happy, Zuo Hanxiao actually didn't tell the truth! ! !

Seeing this, Xie Yanran frowned and said, Master Xiao, no matter what, Ajiu is also your girlfriend, and it's her eighteenth birthday, shouldn't you show some expression?

Although Wen Jiuqing tried his best to hide it, she could still see the disappointment in Wen Jiuqing's eyes.

Just because others can't see it doesn't mean she can't see it.

After all, this is Wen Jiuqing's eighteenth birthday. As Wen Jiuqing's boyfriend, Zuo Hanxiao not only arrived late, but his first words after arriving were, I'm sorry, I didn't have time to prepare a birthday gift for you. .

? ? ?

what? ! !

Zuo Qingli's face was also a little ugly, but she didn't say anything and left directly.

Zuo Hanxiao didn't explain. He just said two more words to Wen Jiuqing, Sorry.

Wen Jiuqing smiled and shook his head.

It was already half past eleven in the evening.

A large truck came outside the old house. After getting off the truck, the driver picked up his mobile phone and entered the number on the note.

Wen Jiuqing was talking to Zuo Hanxiao and the others when he received a call.

Hello, is this Miss Wen Jiuqing? A strange man's voice came from the other side of the phone.

Wen Jiuqing frowned, I am, who are you?

There's a delivery for you.

Wen Jiuqing was a little confused, My express delivery?

Yes, are you at Zuo's old house now? I'm at the door now.

Wen Jiuqing nodded, Wait a moment.

After Wen Jiuqing and Zuo Hanxiao Xie Yanran went out together, they saw a cart full of roses...

The driver came to her and handed her a card with Long Shen's handwriting on it.

[Ajiu, whether you are surprised or not, although I am not present, you know that my heart is always by your side. 】

Wen Jiuqing darkened his face: ...

Zuo Hanxiao's face also turned darker.

Xie Yanran laughed twice and quickly shut up when she saw Zuo Hanxiao's eyes.

The driver smiled and handed the delivery receipt in front of Wen Jiuqing, There are nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine roses in total. Please sign for them.

...

In the end, Wen Jiuqing didn't accept it, and Zuo Hanxiao slapped the roses back with a cold face.

Send roses to her girlfriend? !

What's the intention? ! ! !

Several people returned to the backyard, and after a while they received a call from another person.

Wen Jiuqing picked up the phone and said coldly, Don't call me again!

Little miss... I am Uncle Hao... Shen Hao's cautious voice came from the other side of the phone.

The little lady sounds like she's not in a good mood? ? ?

Wen Jiuqing was stunned, ...Uncle Hao?

Shen Hao is the housekeeper of the Xi family and a close friend of Mr. Xi. He is a very kind middle-aged man.

Shen Hao said, The old man knew that it was your birthday today, so he gave you a gift.

Wen Jiuqing asked suspiciously, What gift?

Come out and take a look.

A limited edition Lamborghini sports car.

After Wen Jiuqing saw this sports car, a warm feeling arose in his heart.

It seems that grandpa also knows his preferences.

Uncle Hao looked at Wen Jiuqing and asked, How are you doing here?