Six years later, she took three milk balls to blow up the world

Chapter 186 From now on, he is no longer alone
The three little ones finished singing the birthday song and all looked at Zhan Mochen.

"Daddy, blow out the candles and make a wish!"

"it is good."

Zhan Mochen clasped his hands together and made a wish piously to the candle in front of him.

"Daddy, what wish did you make?" An Nuannuan's big eyes flashed and she asked in a low voice.

An Chenchen quickly pulled her back: "You can't say it, your wish won't work if you say it!"

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, I want to help daddy blow out the candles - Phew!"

The three little ones all leaned forward and exhaled at the same time, and the candle was quickly blown out.

"Daddy, it's time to cut the cake!" An Suisui promptly delivered the cake-cutting knife.

Zhan Mochen cut the cake with his own hands and handed the largest piece to An Yan.

An Yan was very embarrassed: "You, the birthday girl, should eat the first piece of cake. I'll wait for the next piece."

"What difference do we have between us?" Zhan Mochen raised his eyebrows and smiled.

An Yan blushed and took the cake involuntarily.

Next, Zhan Mochen cut cakes for the three little ones, and also gave some to the maid and aunt at home.

When he turned around, he found the three little ones huddled together muttering.

"what are you guys saying?"

Zhan Mochen was very curious.

"We were talking about playing a game with daddy, hehe."

An Suisui smiled maliciously, and suddenly stretched out his little hand behind his back and wiped Zhan Mochen's face.

"Hahaha, Daddy has become a big face! I also want to spread the cake for Daddy!"

Not to be outdone, An Nuannuan also stretched out her little hand and wiped it on Zhan Mochen's face.

Only then did Zhan Mochen realize that the cold thing on his face was the cream on the cake, and he laughed suddenly.

"Little villains, your daddy is going to take revenge!"

"Ah, run away!"

Zhan Mochen was eager to try, but the three little ones saw that the situation was not good and ran away screaming.

But the little lamb was no match for the big bad wolf. Soon An Suisui was caught by Zhan Mochen, and his little face was smeared with cream.

An Chenchen and An Nuannuan took the opportunity to sneak attack on Zhan Mochen's face.

The four father and son came and went, laughing and joking together.

An Yan looked at this out-of-control scene and laughed so hard that she couldn't stand up straight.

But his hands were never idle, clicking and clicking non-stop.

If someone sees the comical image of the superior Zhan Ye at this time, his image as a domineering president will definitely collapse.

It's just that An Yan, who was gloating about his misfortune, didn't realize that the eyes of Zhan Mochen and San Xiaozhi were gradually changing.

By the time she realized she was in danger, four people, one big, three small, had already pinned her down on the chair, and with one blow, she also had a big painted face!

"Hahaha, mommy has become a tabby cat too! Meow, meow, meow, a tabby cat!"

"Mommy is a big tabby cat, and we are little tabby cats!"

"Daddy is an old cat!"

An Yan: ...

Aren’t cakes meant to be eaten?
These little villains who are wasting food!

Night, silent.

The restaurant is brightly lit, noisy and cozy.

The three little ones and Zhan Mochen jumped up and down for a long time, and then we ate the rest of the cake one bite at a time.

This small birthday party finally came to an end.

An Yan saw that it was getting late and quickly took the three little ones to wash up.

After finally cleaning the three little tabby cats, An Yan patiently sang children's songs and told them stories to coax them to sleep.

The three little ones were also tired from playing and soon fell into sweet sleep.

An Yan then returned to the master bedroom.

Zhan Mochen was leaning on the bedside reading a book, water still dripping from his black hair.

Water droplets dripped down his graceful neck and onto his chest, and then along his well-textured abdominal muscles and were trapped in the bath towel around his waist.

An Yan blushed and her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly threw a towel on his head. "You also always say that I go to bed without blow-drying my hair. Don't you do the same?"

An Yan said as she walked over with the hair dryer, but the man didn't answer it.

"Yanyan, help me blow it." The tone was not a question, but a hint of childish determination.

An Yan's heart softened inexplicably, and she unconsciously raised her hand to help him blow dry his hair.

The man's hair was dark and hard, and her fair little hands went back and forth between his hair, blow-drying his hair quickly.

Zhan Mochen suddenly reached out and hugged An Yan's waist.

"Yanyan, thank you for today."

"Huh?" An Yan was stunned and quickly reacted.

"There's nothing to be thankful for. They are your children, and they should celebrate your birthday."

The man's arms were tightened, and An Yan's body stiffened, and she subconsciously pushed him away.

After putting the hair dryer back, An Yan gently lay down on the other side away from him.

Zhan Mochen was startled for a moment, a faint smile flashed across his eyes, and he lay down and turned off the lamp.

An Yan felt much calmer now that Zhan Mochen's face could confuse people.

"It's your birthday today. Why didn't you tell me in advance? It's too hasty tonight and I haven't prepared anything for you."

An Yan hesitated for a moment, then spoke.

In the darkness, Zhan Mochen did not respond.

Just when An Yan thought she wouldn't get any answer, he spoke in a low voice.

"I haven't had a birthday since I was 13."

"When I was 13 years old, my parents had a car accident on the road while rushing back to celebrate my birthday."

"From then on, my birthday has been my parents' anniversary."

Zhan Mochen's voice was very calm, but if you listened carefully, you could still find a slight tremor in his voice.

The past was like a tide, sweeping over him in such a quiet moment of night, drowning him.

Obviously just the day before, he was the happiest child in the world.

He has two parents, a prominent family background, and possesses all the beautiful things in the world.

But suddenly, he became an orphan.

He watched helplessly as his parents' bodies became stiff and cold. Even though it was heartbreaking, he could do nothing.

From then on, he and his grandfather were the only ones in the world who depended on each other. Because they were afraid of hurting each other, he and his grandfather had a tacit understanding and no one mentioned his birthday again.

He also almost forgot that his greatest wish was to have a warm home again.

And tonight, his wish came true unexpectedly.

But he didn't know that a bigger surprise was yet to come.

"Zhan Mochen."

Just when he was trembling slightly and curling up alone to resist the destruction of past memories, a pair of warm hands passed through his back.

An Yan's slender arms hugged the bleak back of the man in front of her tightly, feeling a little distressed.

"Don't be sad. From now on, my child and I will celebrate your birthday every year. Your uncle and aunt are in heaven, and we also hope that you will be happy on your birthday every year."

"Tomorrow, I will send the photos I took tonight to grandpa. He will definitely be happy, don't you think?"

An Yan closed her eyes, pressed her face tightly against Zhan Mochen's back, and murmured to comfort him.

Zhan Mochen's body suddenly shook, and those despairing memories suddenly receded.

Yes, he is no longer alone.

In addition to his grandfather, he also has relatives connected by blood and a lover who shares his heart.

"Yan Yan."

He suddenly turned around and hugged the little woman's slender body tightly into his arms, as if he was rubbing her into bone and blood.

The hot lips searched eagerly, eager to get a promise of eternity.

"Yanyan..."

The person in his arms is his only comfort and his only salvation.

"Zhan Mochen..."

An Yan's body couldn't help but tremble.

(End of this chapter)