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It was getting dark and quiet in the small county.

Before dawn, the city had fallen asleep.

"Mr. Song, what do you want?" The receptionist yawned and asked. She was trying to cheer up.

"Oh, I made a reservation here before." Song Tingchen said, pushing his luggage. His dark circles were also very serious. In order to be back before 12 o'clock, he worked overtime last night and did all the work on his head.

Looking at the rose in Song Tingchen's hand, the receptionist smiled knowingly: "I'll let someone take you up."

"By the way, can I ask you a favor?"

"Of course, you said." Facing the elegant gentleman song Tingchen, the front desk lady has no resistance.

Song Tingchen handed a note to the receptionist.

Seeing the contents of the note, the receptionist nodded sweetly and said, "Mr. Song, I'll ask someone to deliver things on time."

"OK, thank you." Song Tingchen smiled politely.

Out of the elevator, song Tingchen took out his mobile phone and dialed the number he knew well.

After a long time, Qin Youle's voice came from her mobile phone. Listening to the voice, she should have fallen asleep.

"What's the matter?"

"Did you sleep?" Song Tingchen asked softly, "why did you sleep so early today?"

"Well, I was a little tired after walking outside all day, so I went to bed early." Qin Youle turned over. She looked at the time on her mobile phone and whispered, "it's almost twelve o'clock. Are you still working?"

"Do you have any plans for tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow." Qin Youle only felt a loss in her heart. She sighed gently, "eat, drink, walk around, and then brush your shopping card!"

Hearing Qin Youle's words, song Tingchen burst out laughing.

"Is that all?" Song Tingchen smiled and said, "I thought you would ask me anything else? I didn't expect to swipe my shopping card. "

"What about that?" Qin Youle said wisely, "if you have something, I have to be wronged and improve."

"I sent you a present."

"Oh." Qin Youle replied indifferently. She didn't expect to receive any gifts at all.

"Don't you guess what it is?" Song Tingchen wants to arouse Qin Youle's interest.

"Bag? Shawl? Or clothes? "

"Am I the one who will send these?" Song Tingchen said with disgust.

Qin Youle thought seriously. It seems that song Tingchen didn't send these on a special day.

"What's that? I'm not interested in guessing." Qin Youle turned over again. She yawned again. She was really sleepy and tired.

Song Tingchen looked at his watch. He whispered, "my gift should have arrived."

Qin Youle was about to speak when someone knocked at the door.

"Was it a gift from you?" Qin Youle asked nervously. When she stayed in the hotel alone, she was most afraid of someone knocking at the door at night.

"It's me. Open the door and have a look."

Qin Youle loosened his breath and said, "wait a minute."

After casually finding a coat to put on, Qin Youle walked to the door in slippers.

"Happy Birthday!"

As soon as the door opened, Qin Youle saw a bunch of bright red roses. Each rose seemed to be delicate and charming. People couldn't help but want to come forward and kiss.

"This..." Qin Youle looked down and couldn't believe she wanted to hold the rose, but just as she was about to take the rose, she saw the watch on the man's wrist, which she was very familiar with.

"Tingchen?" Qin Youle whispered incredulously.

At this time, song Tingchen slowly put down the rose in his hand. He looked at Qin Youle and said affectionately, "happy birthday, Mrs. song!"

When song Tingchen's clearly defined face with a humped nose came into view, Qin Youle was so excited that he was almost out of breath. She moved her mouth and finally didn't spit out any words, because she didn't know what words to use to describe her current mood.

"What's the matter?" Song Tingchen spoiled Qin Youle's face and said, "haven't you woke up yet?"

"Tingchen, didn't you say..."

"How can I be absent on Mrs. song's first birthday?" Song Tingchen glanced at the luggage at the door and said, "can I go in? Just got off the plane! "

"Oh, come in quickly." Qin Youle took the rose in Song Tingchen's arms. She lowered her head and greedily took a sip. It had a faint aroma of roses.

Song Tingchen had just pushed his luggage into the room when someone knocked at the door again.

Qin Youle and song Tingchen looked out the door at the same time.

"Come on, let's go and see if there's any surprise." Song Tingchen smiled and took Qin Youle's hand to the door.

"What is it?" Qin Youle looked up at Song Tingchen's face and asked curiously.

Song Tingchen held Qin Youle from behind. He stretched out his hand and opened the door.

"Happy birthday, Mrs. song!"

At the door is a very big cake.

Qin Youle's eyes blinked with the flickering candle light. She is still in a trance.

"OK, put it here." After watching the waiter put the red wine on the table, song Tingchen nodded his thanks to them.

After the door was closed, song Tingchen came forward and gently held Qin Youle. He buried his head in Qin Youle's long hair and murmured, "happy birthday, Mrs. song. This is your first birthday as Mrs. song. There will be a second and third in the future. I will accompany you until you get old."

Qin Youle closed her eyes intoxicatedly, and her hands gently held song Tingchen's hands.

There was a pair of villains on the cake. Qin Youle recognized them. It was the little clay figurine she had held in her hand when she was dating song Tingchen for the first anniversary. She didn't expect that song Tingchen still kept the pair of clay figurines after so many years.

"Come on, have a drink." Song Tingchen handed the cup to Qin Youle, "first of all, cheers to your 26 years old!"

Qin Youle smiled and looked at the red wine in the glass. Her eyebrows were light and asked, "Mr. Song, do you know that age is taboo for women? But no one wants to celebrate that they are one year older. "

Song Tingchen lowered his head and took a sip of red wine: "Mrs. song, you're wrong. Age is only a threat to unmarried women. For people like you who have married, there is no threat. "

"Really?" Qin Youle joked, "you know, every year I get older, I have to face more Yingyan around you. It's easy to be hostile to those young girls."

"Oh?" Song Tingchen leaned over and grabbed Qin Youle's waist and said, "in my impression, Qin Youle is not a woman without self-confidence."

Qin Youle smiled and said, "isn't that before? After all, I'm older now. "

"In my eyes, you will always be like this." Song Tingchen suddenly said seriously, "no matter in another year, five years or ten years, you are still my best and most beautiful Mrs. song."

Qin Youle held the wine glass in one hand, and the other hand gently hugged song Tingchen's waist.

"This is the second cup," song Tingchen said affectionately, raising his glass and looking into Qin Youle's eyes. "The second cup, I want to wish song Tingchen and Qin Youle happy together all the time."

Looking at Song Tingchen like a young man who has just fallen in love, Qin Youle is somewhat moved. The purest feelings are just like this.

"Yes." Qin Youle raised his glass.

The glasses collided and made a crisp noise.

"Come on, it's time to make a wish." Seeing that the candle on the cake had burned out, song Tingchen put another candle on it.

Qin Youle looked down at his pajamas and asked, "will it be very insincere for me to make a wish like this?"

"Sincerity depends on the heart." Song Tingchen took out his mobile phone from his pocket. There were no other photos in his mobile phone except the photos sent to him by Qiao Qianyou.

Seeing that song Tingchen wanted to take a picture, Qin Youle quickly raised his hand: "Hey, now I'm in a bad state and can't take a picture."

"Come on, make a wish first." Song Tingchen urged, "the candle will burn out again."

Qin Youle held her hands together, and she silently made a wish.

"OK, take a picture now." Song Tingchen put his arm around Qin Youle's shoulder and said, "it's time to change a picture of my mobile screen saver."

"Hey, can you take a nice picture?" Qin Youle tidied his hair with his hand.

When song Tingchen took pictures, he quickly dropped a kiss on Qin Youle's face, while Qin Youle subconsciously closed his eyes.

……

At more than one o'clock in the morning, song Tingchen and Qin Youle sat barefoot on the carpet.

"Didn't you say you didn't have time to come?" Qin Youle lay in Song Tingchen's arms. Her hands were still rubbing on her lower abdomen. She drank red wine and ate a cake. Now her lower abdomen is a little swollen.

"After thinking about it, I still can't bear to have you here alone for your birthday." Song Tingchen smiled and said, "I'm afraid you'll cry."

"I won't cry." Qin Youle gently holds song Tingchen's hand. She finds that she is more and more dependent on song Tingchen.

"I thought I could get back early." Song Tingchen said with a little guilt, "I didn't expect that things were more difficult than I thought. You stayed here alone for so many days."

"Han Yi accepted the role of Suman?" Qin Youle said with some joy, "I didn't expect her to play."

Song Tingchen's hand gently rubbed Qin Youle's chin: "Su Rui's previous scenes should be overturned and remade. It seems that the shooting progress should be in a hurry. Maybe we will work harder in the next days."

"Fortunately, the thunder and rain are small this time. It doesn't seem to have a great impact on you and the company." Qin Youle looked back at Song Tingchen and said seriously, "Tingchen, I want you to promise me one thing."

"You say."

"Next time, I don't agree that you do something special because of me." Qin Youle held song Tingchen's face and said, "you know, as long as I'm by your side one day, there will always be girls coming to challenge me because of you. But you have to believe that I can handle this. You can't come forward for me anymore. "

Knowing that Qin Youle was worried about him, song Tingchen was deeply moved.

"Tingchen?"

Holding Qin Youle's face, song Tingchen leaned over and kissed him.