Pastry House of Superstars

Chapter 17

Song Zheng sighed slightly, "Don't be angry, it's so easy to do it once a year, let's take it apart and have a look."

"Huh!" Gu Yi opened his eyes and sneered, "I'm 21 this year, did they remember my birthday correctly once?"

Song Zheng, who was helping him unpack the box, paused, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

There are several small boxes in the big box, as usual, a three-piece suit of advanced customization, a pair of Oxford leather shoes, and even socks, underwear, matching tie, and handkerchief.

Song Zheng picked up a bank card pressed under the handkerchief, and just as he was about to say something, Gu Yi rushed over and slapped him flying.

He shook his head helplessly, bent down to pick up the bank card, and skillfully pulled out an old mahogany box from under the bed, "All right, all right, I'll put it in for you."

There were already a lot of bank cards that were identical except for the card number. After Song Zheng threw them in, the top few bounced a few times, and then returned to calm.

Pushing the box back, Song Zheng shook off the clothes in the box again, "Try it on, material"

However, he couldn't say the rest of the words at all, because there was a hanger on his left, on which hung a casual coat of Gu Yi.

The two sets of clothes had a silent confrontation in mid-air so quietly, and then the glamorous and well-crafted advanced customization was defeated after only one encounter:

It was obviously shorter than the size that Gu Yi should wear.

Seeing this ironic scene from the corner of his eye, Gu Yi sneered again.

After he grew up, he never touched the bank card they sent, they didn't know;

He hasn't worn the haute couture sent over there for many years because they don't fit at all;
He never liked these airtight three-piece suits that wrap people around, but every year on his wrong birthday, these are still sent...

Whenever he was the only one left in this empty room, Gu Yi couldn't help thinking, maybe they didn't love him at all, otherwise why didn't they come to see him for so many years?

But after thinking about it, he can't stop comforting himself, maybe they actually love him very much, but they are really busy, they just don't know how to express their love...

But after a long time, even he himself began to doubt, and began to disbelieve these self-made excuses.

But when will his parents, his father and mother, explain it themselves?

Even if it's just an excuse, an excuse is fine.

But you guys, why never say it?

Gu Yi took a deep breath, then sat up abruptly, scratching his fangs and claws indiscriminately, "I'm going to eat fried rice made by Yuanou!"

Song Zheng's hands froze when he was packing his clothes, and then he persuaded, "Forget it, what time is it now, people are busy, where do you have the spare time to make fried rice for you? Besides, it's not a cafeteria."

Gu Yi stomped on the ground with bare feet, took a bottle of water from the refrigerator, took a sip, and retorted confidently, "We are friends, I have no friends, and she has no friends. Every time I go, she doesn't drive me away." !"

When Song Zheng heard the first few sentences, he couldn't help feeling sad, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but have black lines all over his head.

Yes, they didn't drive you out, but they didn't give you good face a few times, did they?
How old are you, why do you forget to eat but not fight!
"Next time, next time, the makeup artist will be here in a while, and I've ordered morning tea in Desheng Building for you, let's eat first and then talk, okay?"

"I hate takeaway!" Gu Yi simply lay down on the ground, stopped every word, and stared at Song Zhengdao through gritted teeth.

The manager thought for a while, and then suggested in a very considerate way, "Then how about I cook instant noodles for you?"

"... Desheng Building."

A few minutes later, the takeaway guy from Desheng Building delivered the goods to the door, followed by the makeup artist and stylist, so Gu Yi muttered while eating their signature siu mai and barbecued pork buns with a look of disgust, "I still I want fried rice with eggs."

The stylist put a bib around his chest, laughed and joked while drying his hair, "Since when did Gu Bao fall in love with egg fried rice?"

Gu Yi looked at her from above with the whites of his eyes, "Hmph, it's delicious."

An hour and a half later, the packing was finished, and the assistant followed behind carrying the bag. Song Zheng just sat down next to Gu Yi, when he heard him say lightly, "Ke Jiang has looked for you."

Interrogative sentences, affirmative tone.

Song Zheng was startled, and then nodded nonchalantly, "Yes, isn't your contract expiring soon? The company is going to raise the salary for you again, and they don't want the advertising revenue. Let me tell you."

"You know I don't care about this," Gu Yi frowned impatiently after not hearing what he wanted to hear for a long time, "Don't talk about pulling down."

Song Zheng was choked immediately, and it took him a long time to say, "You."

Gu Yi snorted, closed his eyes and leaned on the back of the chair to rest his mind. After a few seconds, he probably felt that this posture was not enough to express his displeasure, so he twisted his body and pointed the back of his head at him.

Seeing his behavior that could be described as childish, Song Zheng pinched his brows helplessly, "Let's drive."

Most people only see Gu Yi smiling normally, as if he doesn't care about anything, but in fact this guy is not so perceptive.Most of the time, if there is any trouble in the company, he often has not noticed it yet, and he has already noticed it first. This alone makes Song Zheng feel pressured.

As if sensing that Gu Yi was in a bad mood, neither the two assistants nor the make-up artist in the car dared to say anything, and the whole nanny car was as stuffy as a can.

Song Zheng laughed silently, poked the back of the head in front of him with his finger, and whispered, "Okay, I didn't say anything, isn't that the way it is, those who are in love and married should talk to the company..."

Gu Yi didn't say anything, but looking at the back of his head, he didn't seem so tense anymore.

(End of this chapter)