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Just from the fact that Jiang Jingci helped her time and time again, she didn't feel guilty.

But due to the current relationship between her and Jiang Jingci, she was afraid that Jiang Jingci would think too much no matter what gift she gave!

If Jiang Jingci hadn't ordered a cake, it would be fine. She sent a cake, and even if Jiang Jingci had a rich imagination, he couldn't think of anything he shouldn't have.

She remembered the last time she came to Jiang's house, when Jiang Jingci made coffee, so she ordered a set of big-brand coffee cups on her mobile phone and ordered local delivery.

It must be said that Jiang Jingci is really good at cooking. Cutting, frying, stewing, and baking are all done at will.

More than an hour later, eight dishes and one soup came out of the pot.

Just as the cake was delivered, the set of coffee cups ordered by Wen Lan also arrived.

The box outside the coffee cups was brown, and it was solemn and elegant.

Xie Yansheng was very surprised, and there was a smile in his eyes that he could no longer hide, and he said "thank you" to Wen Lan twice in a row.

"How do you know I like coffee?" Xie Yansheng had taken out two cups with good texture and placed them on the dining table. The more he looked at them, the more he liked them.

In fact, he had run a pawn shop for many years and had handled countless good things, but at this moment, his heart was firmly grasped by this little thing that cost less than 10,000 yuan.

Because he cared about the woman who gave the cup.

"I guessed it randomly." Wen Lan said perfunctorily, "Mr. Jiang is used to seeing good things, I hope he doesn't dislike it."

"You gave it to me for no other reason than I like it." Jiang Jingci was greatly influenced by Jiang Guan today, and he spoke to Wen Lan more directly.

This pair of coffee cups cost Wen Lan 9,998 yuan. When she placed the order at a store in the same city, Wen Lan's heart was bleeding.

But thinking that Jiang Jingci had always helped her since they met, she gritted her teeth and bought it.

Although this amount of money was not enough for a round-trip ticket to Canada City, M country, when she saw Jiang Jingci accept it, she felt less guilty towards Jiang Jingci.

"Please set the table first. I'll go upstairs to call Jiang Guan." Jiang Jingci took off his apron and looked at her with a particularly gentle look when he went upstairs.

She felt a little embarrassed in an instant.

She thought about whether to eat this meal at Jiang's house for a long time.

She didn't want to leave Jiang Jingci with unnecessary fantasies, nor did she want to hurt Jiang Jingci with her repeated rejections.

But now, she felt that she seemed to be wrong again.

Because she saw an infatuation that shouldn't have existed in Jiang Jingci's eyes.

She retracted her messy thoughts and shifted her attention to the food made by Jiang Jingci.

After setting the table, Jiang Jingci came downstairs and said with a chuckle, "Jiang Guan said he had eaten fried chicken with his friends outside and was not hungry. Let's eat first."

Wen Lan didn't know that Jiang Jingci and his son were colluding to act, so she said "um" softly.

There were only her and Jiang Jingci left on the huge first floor. It was impossible not to be embarrassed.

The two sat down face to face. Wen Lan took the cake out of the box and began to put candles on it. She put three short and thick candles first and asked, "How old are you, Mr. Jiang?"

"After this birthday, you will be 36." Jiang Jingci kept glancing at her from the corner of his eyes.

She put six thin candles on the cake and lit them one by one. "In fact, it is more atmospheric to light candles when celebrating birthdays at night."

"You are not coming at night, will I celebrate it alone?" Jiang Jingci asked with a frown.

She was speechless.

Jiang Jingci had put his hands together, closed his eyes and made a wish, and quickly blew out all the candles.

Even though Wen Lan refused again and again, Jiang Jingci still put the first piece of cake in front of her.

People in Jiangcheng have a habit of leaving the first piece of cake for the most important person on their birthdays.

Out of politeness, Wen Lan did not refuse, but only picked up the chopsticks to pick up the dishes, and did not eat a bite of cake at the end of lunch.

She was afraid that Jiang Jingci would be embarrassed, and said that she had a toothache recently and dared not eat sweets. Jiang Jingci smiled indifferently and said nothing.

After getting down from the dining table, Jiang Jingci skillfully put the dishes into the dishwasher and asked her to go to the living room for tea.

She found an excuse to leave.

"Wait a moment, there is something I don't know if you like it?" Jiang Jingci hurriedly called her and turned to go to the study.