She is A and Sa at the same table

Chapter 221 That's right, it's you (two more in one)

He Xiangyang rolled up his sleeves happily and said, "This, this, this, I will return it here."

Jing Xing didn't even look at it, he took off a band-aid perfunctorily, slapped it on his arm briefly and roughly, then lifted his chin slightly, like sending a beggar, and said, "Okay, get up."

He Xiangyang: "?!"

"My wound is here, and you haven't pasted it in the right place, Brother Xing, are you being too perfunctory?"

"It's good if I stick it on for you." Jing Xing officially announced that his patience was exhausted, and he picked him up immediately, turned around, and was extremely disgusted, "As for your little wound, even if you look at it in July Said you were touching porcelain."

"Meow~" Qiyue nestled in the arms of the little glutinous rice dumpling, licked her little front paws, and promptly called for the help of her shit-shoveling officer.

Shit shovel officer, you are right!

All kinds of soups and dishes on the long dining table are full, directly catching up with the full banquet of Man and Han. The reunion dinner on New Year's Eve is probably not so rich and luxurious.

In the middle of the table was a large two-layered cake neatly placed, with a line of crooked words written on it in black chocolate sauce——Happy birthday to Jing Xing, the only hunk in No. [-] Middle School.

At first glance, it was written by Cheng Xu.

Hmm... It's this long-lost hunk again. Lin Qingyou hasn't seen it for a long time since she said goodbye to this word in the last autumn sports meeting. She held her chin in disbelief and stared at the word hunk for a long time. He didn't see where this word had anything to do with Jing Xing.

Cheng Xu was still bragging: "How about it, Brother Xing, have you seen this line of writing? This is written by me with my own hands, full of my brother's full affection for you..."

Jing Xing looked at it for a while, and looked away expressionlessly, it seemed that he didn't really want this kind of affection.

"I've put the drink here. Anyone who wants to drink can take it by himself." Liang Jidong took out the beer and drink from the shopping bag while talking, and put them on the edge of the table.

"Brother Dong, give me a can of beer, I want it cold." He Xiangyang sat on the side of the dining table, far away from here, stretched his arms and called Liang Jidong.

"Okay, continue." Liang Jidong picked up a can and threw it towards him.

"OK." He Xiangyang caught it, holding the body of the can with his left hand, and the tab on the top with his right hand, opened it with a snap, and took a sip with his head raised.

Lin Qingyou picked up the small candles in the gift box, counted in her heart and inserted eighteen candles into the cake, Jian Jie touched a lighter from somewhere, and said something to He Xiangyang without raising her head while lighting the candles : "Yangyang, turn off the light."

"Okay." He Xiangyang put down the beer in his hand, ran towards the living room slowly, pulled out the remote control and turned off the light.

The room was instantly dark, except for the dim light of the small candles on the birthday cake.

"Brother Xing, you have to make a wish on your birthday, so hurry up and make a wish." Cheng Xu squeezed over from behind, and while speaking, he pushed Jing Xing to the birthday cake like a duck on a shelf.

Jing Xing casually put the beer can he was playing with in his hand, and said casually, "I don't have any wishes."

Not very cooperative.

The room was very dark, with the faint light of the candles flickering on and off, most of his face was hidden in the darkness, his facial features could not be seen clearly, only the two long and narrow shadows drawn by the thick eyelashes under his eyes were particularly clear.

"That won't work." Cheng Xu rolled his eyes, shook his head righteously and said, "How can there be someone who doesn't make a wish on his birthday?"

Jing Xing glanced at him, and was about to say that I hadn't seen you saying that you must make a wish on my birthday before, but just as I opened my mouth and didn't make a sound, Cheng Xu turned his head to look at the little glutinous rice dumpling, and said with a smile: " Come, come, sister Qingyou, if brother Xing doesn't make a wish, why don't you make one for him?"

"Uh... Me?" Suddenly, she got stuck in cue's rare glutinous rice dumpling. It was the first time she had heard that it was possible to make wishes for others on their birthdays.

"Yes, that's right, it's you." Cheng Xu grabbed Jing Xing's hand and placed it on her shoulder very smoothly, and said confidently, "Look, aren't you two intimate tablemates?"

Lin Qingyou: "..."

Isn't this the line she used to choke Miss Society at the last autumn sports meeting?

How did he know? Could it be that the post has spread again?
Cheng Xu gave full play to the quality that a senior CP fan should have, and said convincingly: "Since we are at the same table, there is no need to distinguish so clearly. It is the same whether you make a wish or Brother Xing makes a wish."

As if to make his words more convincing, he did not forget to bring a witness over: "Brother Jie, tell me, did I make a wish for you last time you celebrated your birthday?"

The simplicity is very good, and he answered without blinking his eyes: "Yes, yes, yes, indeed, that's it."

In order to strengthen the tone, she nodded every time she jumped out a word.

Only Liang Jidong and He Xiangyang, who were out of the situation, looked at each other with confused expressions, thinking in their hearts that the last time they celebrated their birthday briefly, why didn't they remember that there was still a link of making wishes?
When Lin Qingyou heard Jian Jie say this, she stood there without moving, and tilted her head to look at Jing Xing.

Jing Xing was well aware of Cheng Xu's careful thinking, but he didn't try to expose it, he just nodded slightly at the little glutinous rice dumpling, after all, the assist was so powerful, he couldn't say nothing at all.

"Hurry up, sister Qingyou, the candle will burn out in a while." Cheng Xu urged.

Jing Xing's hand on her shoulder moved slightly, Lin Qingyou followed his strength and took half a step forward, stood directly opposite the birthday cake, looked up at him again: "Then I will promise it for you." ?”

"En." Jing Xing slightly hooked his lips, and hummed.

Only then did Lin Qingyou close her eyes, clasped her hands together in front of her chest, and made a birthday wish for him word by word.

"Come on, come on, you two blow out the candles together, I hope you will always be close in the future." Cheng Xu gave another wave of divine assists in time.

"..." Jing Xing glanced at him, and got a look of "Don't worry, brother, brother, I understand".

After blowing out the candles, He Xiangyang pressed the remote control to turn on the lights. The rest of the people took their seats, and those who cut the cake cut the cake. Jing Xing pulled Xiao Nuomi Duanzi's wrist quite naturally, and pressed her directly next to him. seat.

Jian Jie stood by the table and was cutting the cake. Lin Qingyou looked at Cheng Xu and the others holding a bottle of beer to drink, and also stretched out his hand a little itchy, but his fingertips hadn't touched the beer can on the table. A bottle of milk was stuffed in the palm of his hand.

"?" She turned her head to look at Jing Xing.

　I set a timed release ~ I finally got stuck at [-] o'clock and went to bed early for a day, let me see which bald baby is still staying up late?Do you still want your hair?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)