Dressed as the mortal enemy of the sick and charming male protagonist

Shen Ci sat there with a blank expression on his face, and the little girl dangled beside him, too timid to step forward.

She held the marshmallow in her hand, fiddled with it for a long time, and thought about it for a long time, but she still boldly handed the candy to Shen Ci.

Shen Ci sat on the seat with no expression on his face. Seeing the little girl smiling at him friendly, he didn't know whether to respond or not.

Ran Ran looked at him expectantly, and she could see that she really hoped that he would pick it up, but the person in front of her was a piece of wood.

Sitting beside him, Qi Song couldn't bear to watch, bumped his arm and gave him a look.

He pondered for two seconds before taking the marshmallow.

Only then did Ran Ran smile contentedly, her two eyes were like crescent moons, extremely cute.

Jiang Zheyuan came down from the stairs, just in time to see this scene, the expression on his face softened slightly.

Their house is very big, more than enough to accommodate so many people. Today's dishes are also prepared by a special chef at home. It is enough to see that Jiang Zheyuan attaches great importance to his daughter's birthday. He did not see that he is still a spoiled girl magic.

When it was time to eat, the heads of other departments were arranged at the same table, and Jiang Zheyuan's family followed Qi Song and the others.

Ran Ran excitedly looked at the big strawberry cream cake in the center of the table, made a wish and blew out the candles with joy. Today may be her happiest day.

Qi Song noticed sensitively that the moment the person sitting next to him saw the cake, his complexion was obviously a little darker, his eyelids drooped slightly, as if he didn't want to see this scene.

Qi Song tried his best to recall the original plot, wondering if he missed the plot about Shen Ci and the cake, but he couldn't think of it for a long time.

At this time, the cake had been cut, and they placed a small plate in front of everyone, which looked delicious.

Several people picked up the cake and ate a few symbolic mouthfuls, but Shen Ci sat still, his hands on his knees gradually curled up into fists, Qi Song clearly noticed this.

"Big brother, why don't you eat it, this...is very sweet." Ran Ran looked at Shen Ci expectantly.

Shen Ci looked at the plate of cake silently, without any intention of moving, the people sitting around seemed to be waiting for something, and the atmosphere became quiet all of a sudden.

"Ran Ran, big brother don't force him if he doesn't want to eat." Jian Xuerou hugged Ran Ran's body, dissuading her softly.

Ran Ran pouted with some reluctance, and glanced at the cake in front of him with a very regretful expression.

Seeing this, Qi Song raised his hand and took the cake in front of him, put it in front of himself, looked at Ran Ran, and said with a gentle smile: "Ran Ran, it's not that big brother doesn't want to eat it, he is allergic to cream, he will get sick if he eats it, Uncle likes to eat it very much, can I give it to uncle?"

Only then did Ran Ran turn her gaze away. Hearing such a gentle voice and such a good-looking uncle, she smiled shyly, "Uncle, you can eat as much as you want. This cake is very big. You can eat as much as you want." How much to eat."

After this round, Ran Ran seemed to have forgotten the unhappiness just now, Qi Song was not idle, and slowly finished the two plates of cakes in front of him, leaving nothing behind.

Shen Ci, who was sitting next to him, couldn't help turning his gaze to the person beside him. He was very delicate when he was eating, and he ate one bite after another. It looks delicious, the cream sticks to his pale pink thin lips, like a freshly ripe cherry, waiting to be picked...

Shen Ci's Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

The sky was getting dark, and Ran Ran was sleepy not long after dinner, Jian Xuerou took Ran Ran upstairs to rest, and the dinner party was coming to an end.

Qi Song and Shen Ci were returning from a walk in the garden when they heard a deliberately low-pitched quarrel in a dark corner.