Speaking of which, it has been almost half a month since arrived at Wen Shiqing's house, and the days when Jiang Ji and Wen Shiqing meet are also numbered.

He didn't know what Wen Shiqing was up to lately, he only knew that he left early and returned late, but he never missed "Good morning and good night".

Jiang Ji only knew a little about Wen Shiqing's situation, and he briefly scribbled it in the plot. He only said how difficult it was, but he didn't describe it in words.

Therefore, it is difficult for Jiang to know some of Wen Shiqing's real situation.

This also led to Jiang Ji's original plan to live under the same roof, but he was forced to shelve his upside-down plan.

But shelving does not mean giving up.

Jiang is already wearing an apron and is working on the candlelight dinner he is going to prepare tonight.

The steak and red wine were neatly arranged, and all the aunts in the family got off work early by Jiang.

The aunts were happy to see the success, and listened to Jiang Ji's words.

After all, the person brought back by the master can be regarded as half the master.

But Jiang is already proficient in Chinese food, but a little clumsy in Western food.

He rarely does these things, and he also prefers Chinese food.

Although it is not the first time to do western food, but the technique is not skilled.

Jiang has used a small knife to carve carefully, trying to carve realistic patterns.

As a result, his hand slipped, and the sharp point of the knife slid across his fingertips.

He hissed, quickly put his fingers into his mouth, sucked the blood from his fingertips, and didn't take it seriously.

When Wen Shiqing came back, he saw the little guy in an apron walking around.

The little guy fiddled with it seriously, frowning, as if he was dissatisfied with the style he placed, and it took him a long time to straighten up.

As soon as Jiang Ji looked up, he saw Wen Shiqing standing at the entrance, and he didn't know how long this person had been standing there.

He thought to himself that he should not have made a fool of himself.

Jiang already showed a smiling face, rushed over, and chirped, "Uncle Wen, when did you come back? Why did you get off work so early today?"

He took the clothes from Wen Shiqing's hand and hung them on the drying rack.

Wen Shiqing lowered her eyes, looked at him with a smiling face, and looked like a good wife, and couldn't help but raised her hand and knocked him on the head: "Is someone hiding at home?"

Jiang already felt wronged: "How dare I."

He added: "Besides, I like Uncle Wen the most. Others can't catch my eyes."

Wen Shiqing was amused by his seriousness: "My honor."

Jiang Ji smiled foolishly.

I thought to myself, if Wen Shiqing didn't have this face and such a gentle and gentle personality, he would also like it.

When he got here, he hurriedly took the person's hand and walked inside, muttering a little.

"I was going to give you a surprise. Fortunately, you left work early, so the surprise is gone."

Blaming with coquettishness.

It seems to be tweaked, but it is actually handled.

Wen Shiqing smiled: "I didn't know you did this."

He intended to take the time to go home and spend time with the little guy, to dispel his grievances.

Jiang Ji: "Is it a surprise that you know?"

He didn't bother with this topic, he pulled out the chair with great interest, and let Wen Shiqing sit down sternly.

There were only the two of them in the huge living room, but it was not quiet. Once the lights were turned off and the candles were lit, it was very warm.

Jiang Ji said excitedly: "Just wait for me, I still have a dish."

Wen Shiqing asked him to slow down.

But when a large pinch of candle light came on, the man's body froze visibly to the naked eye.

Jiang already pushed the cake out and sang the birthday song. His voice was clear and clear as a teenager, like a gentle breeze blowing across the sea, rolling fine raindrops and falling into the calm lake water.

"Happy birthday to Uncle Wen!" Jiang Ji said.

In his eyes, Wen Shiqing at this moment is shrouded in candlelight, and should be happy.

But he didn't know that the cake was not the source of happiness for Wen Shiqing.

He is.

"Make a wish, Uncle Wen." Jiang already clasped his hands together, looking forward to it.

Wen Shiqing looked up at him, straightened up, with a vague expression on his face, and a slightly hoarse voice: "Did you make a mistake?"

Jiang Ji groaned, shaking his head firmly: "Today is Uncle Wen's birthday."

He narrowly said, "Could it be that Uncle Wen is too busy to remember his birthday?"

Wen Shiqing lowered her eyes and smiled: "Maybe I'm really too busy."

After finishing speaking, he raised his finger slightly: "Sit down, it will be cold if you don't eat."

Probably seeing Wen Shiqing's displeasure, Jiang was taken aback, and obediently sat down to eat together.

He was distressed and looked screwed up again.

Not only was there no surprise, but it also made things difficult for Wen Shiqing on his birthday.

So after the whole dinner, only the flickering candlelight was left, and only occasionally when Jiang Ji ran out of red wine in his glass, Wen Shiqing would be the first to fill it up for him.

Even so, Jiang Ji still dare not make mistakes.

He has no other advantages, that is, he can correct his mistakes and judge the situation.

After drinking some red wine, Jiang was already a little tipsy.

Maybe it's really a bit over the top, although the reason is there, the mouth can't help but blah blah, breaking the weird silence.

He said, "Uncle Wen, do you know? Xu Mucheng and Tang Suisui are engaged."

The man sitting across from him nodded slightly, and looked at him with his face restored.

Jiang Ji curled his lips: "That Lin Zirui almost hit me today."

He didn't know what he was talking about, but it was rare to catch Wen Shiqing, and it was rare to have time to chat, so he went through all the recent things, and finally put his hands together and prayed: "I hope the world will be peaceful."

Wen Shiqing smiled, and his tone was gentle, like Santa Claus telling his children, "Wishes will come true."

Jiang Ji blah blah blah blah blah, holding his little face in both hands, blinking curiously: "What about uncle?"

The action of cutting the steak paused, Wen Shiqing lowered his eyes: "What?"

Jiang already took a sip of his wine and said in a fluttering voice, "What's uncle up to lately?"

Seeing the quiet atmosphere, Jiang already said weakly, "Can't you say it?"

He laughed awkwardly: "Well, it doesn't matter if you can't say it..."

"I've been busy with work recently." Wen Shiqing looked up, "Want to hear it?"

Jiang nodded.

Wen Shiqing's voice was gentle and gentle, talking about the world.

Tell him that anyone in the company refuses to accept him, and he tells the other party to pack up and leave. He also tells him what projects he has won recently, intermittently, all of which are worlds that Jiang has never touched.He listened intently, knowing only half of it, but with great interest.

Jiang Ji thought, this kind of Wen Shiqing was too charming, and also too far away, as if he was thousands of miles away.

But he set his eyes on the man across from him, and when he heard him talk with a smile, he suddenly felt that this man was right in front of his eyes, not far away, even within reach.

Jiang Ji smiled foolishly, raised his foot and hooked Wen Shiqing's calf with his foot.

Wen Shiqing's voice paused, and he coughed lightly: "Be quiet."

Jiang has put down his feet obediently.

With a conscience of heaven and earth, he didn't have any bad intentions.

He just wanted to touch Wen Shiqing suddenly.

When touched it, felt a little more at ease.

Seeing that he was so obedient today, Wen Shiqing frowned slightly, and lowered her eyes in silence.

After dinner, Jiang Ji was timid, sitting on the sofa and not going back to his room.

Wen Shiqing was sitting at the other end, reading some financial daily.

Jiang no longer cared about these things, he only knew that this column of newspapers was delivered every day.

He slandered more than once, did Wen Shiqing not go online?Didn't the news lag for a long time?

"Well, Uncle, I'm going back to my room first." Jiang already felt that if he stayed any longer, he would more or less start scratching the ground.

Wen Shiqing hummed and put away the newspaper.

Jiang has opened his eyes.

Wen Shiqing got up: "One way."

Jiang already pursed his lips and let out an oh.

Just one piece.

So the two went back to the room side by side, and when they parted, Jiang Ji paused, but couldn't help but speak.

"Uncle, I'm sorry today."

Jiang Ji felt a little uncomfortable. After all, he was reckless.

Wen Shiqing was taken aback for a moment, and looked up at him.

Seeing the young man's cautious look, he lowered his eyes and smiled: "I'm sorry for what?"

Jiang already felt that he was asking the question knowingly, so he gritted his teeth, unable to bear to mention it again, and stammered, "Just tonight..."

Wen Shiqing came over, stood near him, bent slightly, and met his gaze level: "So you're unhappy?"

Jiang already leaned back a little to avoid his warm breath.

He felt that the other party was having an affair with him, but he had no proof.

"Of course not." He categorically denied, "I just think Uncle seems unhappy."

Wen Shiqing straightened his waist, his eyes fell on the young man's fine hair, and he also denied, "No."

Jiang already looked up at him.

Wen Shiqing raised his hand to pinch the boy's head, and suddenly smiled: "I'm very happy today."

"Xiao Jiang may not know that this is the first birthday of my uncle in more than 20 years."

Jiang was already lying on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

The closer you are to Wen Shiqing, the more you will be affected by Wen Shiqing's every move.

What Wen Shiqing said today made Jiang Ji not only not happy, but rather indescribably sad.

He is very fond of celebrating birthdays. When he was young, his family was very poor and could not afford cakes, but his grandma would still cook him sumptuous meals, light candles for him, and let him make wishes.

No matter when he was a child or now, he likes birthdays very much.

Even though he didn't know his real birthday, he was very happy to know when Grandma Jiang picked him up.

Birthdays seem to be the only days when you can make a wish without shooting stars.

Jiang Ji called this birthday a sacred day when he was a child.

But Wen Shiqing said that he did not celebrate his birthday.

He suddenly felt a little sad.

Wen Shiqing didn't have a birthday, so he couldn't remember his own birthday, and no one else remembered his birthday.

He seemed to be the embodiment of loneliness.

For the first time, Jiang Ji thought about celebrating Wen Shiqing's birthday with Wen Shiqing next year.

Think about it the year after, and think about it every year.

There is only one wall apart, and the screen of the mobile phone is bright.

Lin Zeyu said: "Take the kitten home? This is not your style."

Wen Shiqing drank a cup of latte and said calmly, "He's not a kitten."

The music on Lin Zeyu's side was very loud, but the sound could be heard clearly.

He immediately sneered: "My Mr. Wen, what's wrong with you? Have you lost your mind?"

Wen Shiqing didn't know if he heard his words, as if he had fallen into his own world, he was immersed in himself, his eyes fell on the night outside the window.

"Boss Lin, if Jiang is already a kitten, then I might follow him back to his den."

"I have to admit, I'm fascinated by him at this point."

He lay back on the chair, the latte in his hand was getting cold.

Lin Zeyu was silent for a long time.

After a while, he said: "Then I wish Shi Qing will embrace the beauty as soon as possible."

Wen Shiqing smiled, raised his hand lightly, cupped his cup to the moon, and respected the moonlight.

When the phone hung up, a young man leaned against him, the more Lin Zeyu thought about it, the more he felt something was wrong.

He scratched his head, wondering if Wen Shiqing still had a little green plum?

Xiao Qingmei was the one Wen Shiqing had been arguing with before.

Don't look at Wen Shiqing's handsome demeanor now, but when he was younger, he was always smiling and rolling around in the social circle. He has never done anything like a villain, and such things as gossip are not uncommon.

I remember that this little green plum was still accompanied by Wen Shiqing, she was so drunk that she vomited and had diarrhea, it was rare to chat with him on the floor, and she didn't reveal the door when she talked to the depths.

Because of this, Lin Zeyu never doubted the existence of this little green plum.

So now that he is obsessed with Little Wild Cat, then Xiao Qingmei doesn't want it?

Lin Zeyu pushed away the young man on his lap, and secretly labeled Wen Shiqing a "scumbag".

Just thinking about it, the phone rang.

The old housekeeper at home was so anxious that he wanted to poke over, saying that Lin Zirui had gone to the trap again.

This time it was even more extreme, and he went straight to the Xu family with a knife and hacked people.

Lin Zeyu cleaned up the mess twice in three days, only felt that he had to turn off his mobile phone when he indulged in the future, otherwise he would be half stiff, and when the mobile phone rang, he would have to soften.

With a gloomy face, Lin Zeyu hung up the phone.

He knew that this idiot brother was absolutely worthless, and he had no choice but to leave him alone, so he could only say hello to the friends present, and left in a hurry.

The author has something to say:

I was still in the hospital, brother had a fever, and the clinic wouldn’t let me see him, so had to run to the city. It was too troublesome, everyone should remember to take care of your health, because it’s easy to catch a cold when the season changes.

And, I implore everyone to read the original version. There are really too many pirated versions on Baidu, and I can’t catch them with one hand.