Sweet Wife, be Good!

Xia Jiu pursed his lips and smiled, only then did he remember that today is his birthday.

In the past, this time of the year, it was a family of four. Parents would buy gifts and prepare dinners early.

Mother will cook the dinner with her own hands early, and father will decorate the living room, and she and her sister will help blow up balloons. Every birthday is warm and beautiful.

After my parents passed away in a car accident, these things faded away, so I couldn't remember them.

Xia Jiu's eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, Xia Lin returned a few words, and she also received blessings from several friends, and she did them all.

After returning, I realized that my stomach was hungry long ago, but tonight the butler did not move at all. Usually at this time, he would definitely come to ask if he wants to have dinner.

"Aunt Zhang? Butler?" Xia Jiu shouted casually.

No one answered, and the villa was empty.

Xia Jiu was strange. He got up from the sofa and walked barefoot towards the restaurant. Even the servants who were usually busy here were gone.

There seemed to be no human voice at all in the villa, quietly, Xia Jiu could hear his heartbeat.

Strange.

Xia Jiu listened carefully, only to hear the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen.

She stepped over lazily, opened the door of the kitchen, and was about to call Aunt Zhang, and saw that the person with her back to her was skillfully frying the food. It was not someone else but Shen Muhan.

He was wearing an apron, and his white shirt was rolled up twice, revealing his strong wrists, his movements were relaxed and skillful, and he was easy to drive.

Being used to his usual cold face, Xia Jiu has forgotten that this man can cook, and he has shown good cooking skills in her small apartment before.

"Where is Aunt Zhang? I'm hungry." Xia Jiu shouted.

"Wash your hands and wait." The man said without turning his head.

"Where is the butler?" Xia Jiu asked again.

The villa is very large and covers an area comparable to that of a large shopping mall. When no one is walking around, it looks extremely empty and quiet, which is frustrating.

"They are on vacation."

Shen Muhan explained.

Xia Jiu said "Oh", on vacation? Are you taking a group break?

She has lived here for so long, and she didn't know that they would take a group vacation.

Xia Jiu washed his hands and waited at the table. Soon, Shen Muhan brought the food. The food on the plate was so delicious that it was really hard to imagine that he made it.

A table full of food did not match his face at all.

Xia Jiu held up the chopsticks unceremoniously and took two bites. I have to say that the taste is really not picky. She was hungry, so she ate a little quickly. Shen Muhan sat down beside her and ate slowly.

Halfway through the meal, he got up and went to the kitchen again.

Xia Jiu also slowed down, his movements slowed down, and sometimes returned one or two WeChat messages.

When she recovered, Shen Muhan brought a bowl of egg noodles and placed it in front of her.

"I don't want to eat noodles." Xia Jiu said without thinking, pushing the noodles in front of him, "You eat it."

She almost eats vegetables, not to mention that she doesn't like eating noodles very much.

The bowl was pushed back again, "It must be eaten today."

Xia Jiu glanced at the bowl of noodles, and a gloomy string crossed his mind: "So... this is longevity noodles? Is it for me to celebrate my birthday?"

"Almost." Shen Muhan said lightly, "eat it."

"Do you know my birthday?" The point is, he still celebrates his birthday.

"On the ninth day of September, is it difficult to know? After all, your parents have written the date in your name."

Speaking of his parents, Xia Jiu's expression dimmed.

She closed her eyes, her long eyelashes concealed her emotions, and cast shadows under her eyes.

"I don't want to eat noodles. I didn't eat noodles for my birthday before. They all eat cakes." Xia Jiu pushed the bowl away again, thinking of her parents, her heart was sour and unspeakable, and her lips were slightly pursed.

"Xia Jiu, you are really hard to serve." Shen Muhan took his face and paused in front of him.

Xia Jiu lazily said: "I didn't want you to serve me. If you feel annoying, just walk away by yourself, or drive me away."

Shen Muhan was eating noodles. Hearing this, he chopsticks a meal and then patted it heavily on the table.

Xia Jiu glanced at him from the corner of his eye. Who would let him take care of himself, wouldn't everything be gone if he drove him away? It is not rare to have such a birthday.

When she thought of her parents, she felt even more sad, and her bright eyes were covered with mist.

Shen Muhan pulled the chair away and left.

Xia Jiu didn't care, he couldn't leave, and what did he have to do with him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps back, she buried her head in her shoulders and lay on the table, blocking the mist in her eyes and not looking at him.

"Xia Jiu." Shen Muhan called her name patiently.

Xia Jiu said, "You can eat yours. I'm full. I'll stay a while."

At this time, she was not in the mood to quarrel with him.

"Didn't you say you want to eat cake?" Shen Muhan pulled her chair over and let her face him.

Xia Jiu opened his eyes and saw a small cake on the dining table. It seemed that he made a small pink cake, with red strawberries on it, and white cream. The girl was full of heart. .

This style does not look like it was bought outside.

Did he actually do it?

Shen Muhan looked down at her: "Didn't you say you want to eat?"

Xia Jiu pursed her lips and was speechless for a moment.

Looking at the water waves in her eyes, Shen Muhan picked up the knife and wanted to cut the cake.

She grabbed his wrist: "There are no candles."

Shen Muhan got up, found the lighter, and lit it resignedly: "I will do it."

Xia Jiu put her hands together on her chest, closed her eyes, and secretly made a wish, then raised her head and blew out the lighter.

Shen Muhan wanted to cut the cake again, she frowned dissatisfiedly: "No balloons, no ribbons, no birthday gifts, no..."

"Hmm..." Xia Jiu's chattering lips were directly muffled by a piece of cake, and she was anxious, "Shen Muhan..."

The man leaned down and directly bit her annoyed red lips.

The cake and cream were pressed into the mouth, and the delicate flavor permeated.

The right sweetness also spread in his mouth. The more Xia Jiu opened his mouth to make trouble, the more opportunities he gave Shen Muhan to take advantage of until he was completely occupied.

She was picked up directly, her body vacated, and followed closely, with the sound of a piece of plate glass breaking in her ears, and she was pressed on the cold dining table.

Shen Muhan cut her hands back, bullied herself up, and looked down at her red and swollen lips: "What's so bad?"

"Nothing is bad, nothing is bad!" Xia Jiu said stiffly, before being blocked again.

I couldn't hold my palms on the tabletop after all, my back softened, my nails trying to grasp something on the smooth surface, but I couldn't grasp anything.