my little sir

Wen Qiling's birthday is today, no wonder he wants to have dinner with him today, Fang Yimin doesn't know it.

"Did you forget?" Yu Wenyue's eyes were filled with shock, then she thought for a while and said, "Oh, I forgot that you lost your memory."

Yu Wenyue saw that Fang Yimin remained silent, looked at the time on the watch, and said, "It's not past twelve, why don't you go back first, I'll take a taxi myself."

"Forget it, it's so late, he should be asleep. It's not easy to take a taxi at this point, I'll see you off."

Fang Yimin's car drove away slowly, and the car behind him also started slowly.

On the way, Fang Yimin was in a very complicated mood. Although Yu Wenyue was careless, she was also able to observe words and emotions, and the whole process was very quiet.

When they got to the ground, Yu Wenyue got out of the car and returned the coat to Fang Yimin, she opened the window and made a sincere suggestion: "E*ether, why don't you go back and pay for it."

"roll!"

Yu Wenyue got into her car like a gust of wind, then lowered the window, stretched out her head and said, "Really, you should think about it, at least it's his birthday, but you forgot it. Compared with before, the gap is so big, I'm afraid the president won't be able to bear it."

Fang Yimin's car drove away at the end of Yu Wenyue's voice.

He couldn't tell what mood he was in, he felt that he should feel a little sorry.After all, I have only been with Mr. Wen for a few months, so it shouldn't be because I feel sorry for Mr. Wen, so my heart is a little blocked.

The car drove a little fast, and when I got home, I found that it was only 2 minutes before twelve o'clock, and I unconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

He hurried upstairs, opened the door but did not see Wen Qiling, but heard the sound of running water in the bathroom.

Standing at the bathroom door, he hesitated again.He didn't prepare a birthday gift himself, which is not the most important thing, the key is that he didn't know what to say to the other party when they met.

He took out his mobile phone and looked at the time on it, feeling very anxious and anxious.

Just when the sound of water stopped, Fang Yimin's heart sank, he knocked on the bathroom door, and called out, "Mr. Wen."

There was a rustling sound from inside, but there was no answer.

Now that I have opened my mouth, it is easy to say what follows.Instead of opening the door to face each other, it is easier to speak.

"Mr. Wen, I'm sorry, I was a little busy today, but when I wanted to leave, something happened to Yueyue, so I was delayed at night..."

The door suddenly opened from the inside, and the steam of hot flashes mixed with the aroma of shower gel rushed in.

Wen Qiling was wearing a white bathrobe. I don't know if it was because he had just taken a shower, or because of the light blocked by the water mist, he looked abnormally white.

He stared at Fang Yimin with deep eyes, without much expression on his face, but the air pressure was obviously a little low.

Fang Yimin stopped talking, avoided the other party's eyes, looked a little embarrassed, and asked out of words: "You should have eaten dinner, right?"

"not yet."

Fang Yimin was stunned, the other party hadn't eaten yet, so he would have known not to ask this question.He laughed awkwardly: "How about I serve you a bowl of noodles."

"No appetite." Wen Qiling took a towel from the side, wiped his hair, looked up at him and asked, "Is there anything else?"

Fang Yimin hurriedly turned sideways to make way, Wen Qiling frowned, casually threw the towel into the changing basket, then directly lifted the quilt on the bed, and lay down in it.

what's the situation?Didn't he sleep on the sofa outside today?

Fang Yimin froze, Wen Qiling's eyes drifted over, and he said calmly: "We are husband and wife, we should share the same bed. Of course, if you mind, I can sleep in the guest room."

"No, no, go to sleep." Although Fang Yimin was a little annoyed by the other party's attitude, but it's his birthday today, and this house belongs to him, so let's give in.

He lightly took two pieces of clothes from the closet, and was about to leave the bedroom when he heard the other party ask in a cold voice, "Where are you going?"

Fang Yimin turned around, and replied in a good-tempered and gentle voice: "I'll go to the guest room to wash, so as not to disturb your rest, you can go to sleep."

Wen Qiling clenched her fists and looked at the man with gritted teeth.The man tiptoed out of the bedroom, and then suddenly turned back.His expression was slightly relieved, but he heard the man say: "Wen Qiling, happy birthday."

Afterwards the door was closed.

Wen Qiling took a deep breath, and lay down on the bed dejectedly, with mixed feelings in her heart.

His little husband, who forgot his wedding anniversary, even forgot his own birthday.

His little husband is usually serious and rigorous in doing things, but sometimes he is confused in life, but as long as the other party is himself, the little gentleman can be said to be attentive and considerate.

I made a hasty phone call today, Mr. Xiao probably put the phone in his pocket and forgot to hang up.

And he happened to hear someone calling Mr. Xiao's name, so he simply turned on the voice, and while driving to the police station, he got a general idea of ​​the situation.

He didn't intend to eavesdrop, but something happened to Yu Wenyue. He wanted to know the situation, but unexpectedly, the more he heard it, the darker his face became.

Mr. Xiao lost his memory, he should be considerate, but he had clearly told the other party all his information before, and even revealed his birthday, but Mr. Xiao didn't take it to heart.

In the past, Mr. Xiao remembered all his preferences and information clearly one by one.

This sense of gap, in the past few months, has repeatedly tormented himself, allowing him to understand the feeling of being ignored and perfunctory again and again, which is really tormenting in his heart.

And what made him most angry was that Mr. Xiao actually went to the bar with Yu Wenyue to watch some restricted performances.

He knows Mr. Xiao's character and is not a sentimental person, so naturally he will not do anything to be sorry for himself.

But when he thought of Mr. Xiao appearing in that kind of ambiguous and chaotic bar, being glanced at and accosted by various people with explicit and light eyes, he felt a fire in his heart.

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Last night's dinner was not finished, Fang Yimin felt a little guilty, he didn't sleep in today, and was going to give Wen Qiling a bowl of longevity noodles to express his gratitude.Unexpectedly, just after the noodles were served, the other party didn't even have breakfast, and drove directly to work.

Facing the two bowls of hot noodles in front of him, Fang Yimin folded his arms and lamented that he was too affectionate and unnecessary.

Wen Qiling was a workaholic, and Fang Yimin was not so narrow-minded, so he didn't take this matter to heart.Hulala finished a bowl of noodles, told Uncle Zhao to remember to clean up the kitchen, and hurried to the dessert shop.

Uncle Zhao looked at the bowl of noodles left in the kitchen, smiled, and then called Wen Qiling.

"Sir, Mr. Xiao ordered two bowls of noodles in the morning, but you left in a hurry. Mr. Xiao finished one bowl by himself and went to work."

"Okay, I understand, then I will fall."

"Huh? What else do you want, sir?"

"Alright, sir, you haven't had breakfast in the morning, and the noodles are still hot, so I'll pack them up for you and send them to you."

Uncle Zhao hung up the phone with a smile, sighing in his heart, it was another day of incomparable dedication.

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