Bamboo horse has been deliberate for a long time

Chapter 103 Busy Inheriting the Family Property
On the top of the cake is a small sign made by Bai Qiao, with a string of crooked English words written in red on it.

"TO MY MOON: Happy birthday!"

Probably there are too many strokes in Chinese characters, which is too difficult for a beginner.

The corners of An Yuecheng's eyes and brows were stained with a slight smile, and Qi Can's sincerity seemed to be sufficient for the handmade cake.

When he washed his hands and went to the living room, Qi Can had already put the dishes on the table, they were not fancy, they were all ordinary home-cooked dishes, An Yuecheng always liked to eat them.

"Sister, happy birthday." He sat opposite An Yuecheng and sent his most sincere and sincere wishes.

"I thought you forgot." An Yuecheng lightly held her chin, blinking her phoenix eyes.

Unexpectedly, a surprise was prepared.

There was indeed a surprise.

Qi Can plugged in the candle and lit it, got up and turned off the light, and then sat down in front of her again, "Sister, make a wish."

The warm yellow candlelight dazzled his cheeks, making his face soft and handsome, without the usual coldness and sharpness.

Whenever he was in front of An Yuecheng, he was the boy he remembered from the past.

"Yeah." She closed her eyes and clasped her fingers in front of her chest.

Her wish... I hope that they are all safe and sound, that their careers will go smoothly, that everything will go smoothly in the future, and that everything goes well.

An Yuecheng opened her eyes, took a deep breath and blew out the candle, and the room was suddenly plunged into darkness.

In the next second, a faint light flashed across his eyes.

With the help of the hazy moonlight, she gradually saw the scene in front of her clearly.

Inside the dark green velvet gift box lay a delicate and compact diamond ring, which was crystal clear and shone under the refraction of the moonlight.

very beautiful.

The workmanship is completely in line with An Yuecheng's aesthetics.

Not luxurious, simple and generous.

On the other hand, the man opposite had cold and gentle eyebrows, his beautiful thin lips were slightly hooked, and his gaze was always on her cheeks, never drifting away.

The heart in the chest was beating violently, as if in an unknown rafting, sliding from a high mountain waterfall to a low mountain stream.

His bright red lips moved, and An Yuecheng heard his clear and clear voice: "Sister, happy birthday, and... happy reunion."

She suddenly remembered that when they got back together that day, Qi Can had said that the ceremony owed to her would be repaid to her.

The so-called sense of ritual is surprisingly moving.

With wet eyes, An Yuecheng smiled and echoed him earnestly: "You and I have fun together."

After cutting the cake and having a simple meal, the two of them sat side by side on the sofa.

It is a rare time of peace since this period of time.

An Yuecheng held Qi Can's hand, rubbed his knuckles with the pads of his fingers, and asked casually, "What have you been up to lately?"

"Busy about inheriting the family property." His tone was light and airy, with a slightly upturned ending, like an invisible hook, which tickled people's hearts.

The sons of wealthy families inherit the family property earlier, but they usually start with the management of the company and gradually become familiar with the company's affairs.

Qi Can said this, as if he already had the Qihe Group in his hands.

An Yuecheng looked at him carefully, half-jokingly: "Then should I call you Mr. Qi in the future?"

Unexpectedly, he was silent for a short while, "Perhaps maybe."

"Then I can't afford to support you." Regarding his hidden emotions, An Yuecheng didn't ask carefully.

Sometimes, hiding is well intentioned.

They should tolerate each other.

"I'm well-raised, and I'm not picky about food or clothing." The man held her fingers with his backhand, his brows and eyes suddenly relaxed, showing a bit of joy.

"When I get paid, I'll take you to eat and have fun." An Yuecheng waved his hand, very generously.

Qi Can hummed lightly, and promised, "If I'm free after a while, I'll definitely spend time with my sister."

However, things will always develop in the opposite direction that people expect.

When An Yuecheng's internship was on the right track, her graduation short play and graduation thesis were progressing smoothly, and everything was calm.

She received a call from An Yonglin - "Your Uncle Qi had a car accident, it was very serious, and he is now being rescued in the Third Hospital of the Imperial University."

An Yuecheng quickly asked for leave from her superiors, and rushed to the Third Hospital of the Imperial University with her bag.

When we arrived, there were already a lot of people outside the emergency room.

Bai Lanhe sat on the chair with a calm expression on her face. Her mother, Ruan Xiaoling, was next to her, comforting her in a low voice.

Father An Yonglin stood beside Qi Can, hesitant to speak.

Her eyes fell on Qi Can, the man's peach blossom eyes were as calm as a pool of stagnant water, and his thin red lips were slightly pursed, showing no emotion.

An Yuecheng knew that Qi Can was not sad, neither was Bai Lanhe.

If anyone on the field would still feel sorry for Qi Yunren, it might be An Yonglin who once regarded him as a friend.

Sadness, but not much, after all, there is still such a bad thing happening on the front foot.

An Yuecheng stepped lightly and stood beside Qi Can silently, as if his words had come true. If Qi Yunren really didn't make it through, he might really have to call Qi Can a word.

It's just that if this is the case, Qi Can should be under a lot of pressure, right?

The red light in the operating room was always on, and there was silence outside the operating room.

Therefore, the sudden sound of hurried footsteps also became particularly abrupt.

The person who came looked to be in his twenties, dressed in big-name clothes, with bright earrings, and a heartbroken look on his face.

But a fake.

An Yuecheng was about to turn her eyes away, but she heard him pawing at the door of the operating room and crying——

"Dad, why did you have an accident!"

When did Qi Yunren have a son older than Qi Can?

Could it be the wrong place?
The warm fingertips brushed between her brows ambiguously, and she suddenly met Qi Can's clean and bright eyes.

"Sister, if you look at other people, I will be jealous." He leaned over and said in a low voice.

The tips of An Yuecheng's ears burned, and he took a half step back abruptly, and was slightly blocked by Qi Can before hitting the wall, saving him from the pain.

"In this kind of occasion, even if you are not sad, you have to act." She stood on tiptoe and whispered to Qi Can.

"Well, my sister is right." The man agreed, and then his eyelids drooped and the corners of his lips drooped. His listless appearance was actually more real than that painful dramatist.

Qi Jien howled for a long while, but he didn't see that the people next to him paid any attention to him, and didn't even give him half a look.

Turn a blind eye to him.

Those who come from wealthy families are superior!
He clenched his back teeth, seeing how he took over the Qihe Group, what would they rely on!
Qi Jien wiped away the non-existing tears in the corner of his eyes, stood up slowly with his arms propped up, and walked in front of Qi Can, "Are you Qi Yunren's son?"

"No." Qi Can swept his eyes and denied it without any reaction.

Qi Jien was taken aback, didn't he say that Qi Yunren only had one son?Could it be that something happened to Qi Yunren, and this son didn't come to see him?
He turned his eyes around and landed on Bai Lanhe again, "Are you Mrs. Qi?"

Bai Lanhe stared at him for a few seconds, then smiled brightly, "Are you sick? Missing relatives?"

　The ending is stuck.

　　After thinking about it, I still want to write a special episode.

　　Not much inspiration lately.

　　Is there anything you guys want to see?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)