my gambling boyfriend

Chapter 363 Mutation, Gunshots

"Uncle Lan, don't worry, Xiaomo has been making me sad all this time." His last sentence was pitiful.

Lan Mo swung his elbow unceremoniously, without looking at him, but finally heaved a sigh of relief, and lit the candles on the cake one by one, and the lights in the hall went out immediately, and the slightly jumping flames illuminated the surrounding area. People around the cake.

No one noticed that there was a resentful person in the crowd who clenched his fists hard when he heard what Lan Mo said in the past.

Who will have no past, but the past he has experienced can never go back to the past.

Today he came to Lan Yuan with another identity. This is the place he wanted to set foot for a long time, but no one knew of his existence.

Should he be thankful that Lan Mo didn't fall in love with him, or should he be thankful that he was already close to those two brothers and sisters.

He will get everything that belongs to him, and, for those who betray him, he will even kill him.

"It's time to sing the birthday song." Lan Mo shouted, taking the lead in singing softly.

When An Haodong heard so many of them singing the birthday song, the hatred in his heart became stronger. God knows, he has never had a birthday. God knows, he grew up in the tears of his mother.

He raised his hand, as if lightly brushing a strand of hair behind his ear, but no one noticed that some people in the hall were quietly retreating.

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

"My wish is that both of you can be happy." Lan Jinghang smiled, and looked at them. In fact, these two couples are incomparably right when they stand together.

"A wish cannot be spoken."

"Speak out and let you, a heartless girl, know."

"Who said I have no conscience, I love Daddy the most, hurry up and blow out the candles." Lan Mo stuck out her tongue, retorted, and encouraged, this cake, which was a little spoiled by her, was finally ready to eat.

Lan Jinghang shook his head, with a pampering expression on his face, he blew out the candles, and after waiting for a while, the lights in the hall did not turn on as expected.

"What's going on? Ah Feng, hurry up and turn on the lights." Lan Ze, who had been in charge of all the preparations for the birthday, shouted quickly when he saw the current situation.

Following his words, there was a gunshot, so accurately shot at the crystal chandelier in the living room, the sound of glass breaking, the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground, and the screams of the women present.

There were also some painful cries, thinking that the chandelier had injured someone.

(End of this chapter)