"Well, yes, after I sent the CEO downstairs, he went upstairs with the cake and seemed to have prepared gifts. Miss Ye, do you like many people to celebrate your birthday together?" Lao Yang asked Ye Jiaqi's question

Expressed confusion.

All he knew was that Ye Jiaqi didn't come that night, and the president waited for her all night.

At about ten o'clock in the evening, the CEO drank too much. When he came downstairs, his eyes were scarlet and his breath was unstable. He almost thought something had happened.

But at that time, the president said nothing and just ordered him to drive the car to the community where Ye Jiaqi lived.

He did so.

Calculating the time, the president had been waiting for Ye Jiaqi in the community for nearly an hour.

"No..." Ye Jiaqi was in a trance, his hands moved uncomfortably, feeling a little out of place and awkward, "That night... wasn't he celebrating the cooperation with his colleagues in winning the entertainment city?"

"No." Lao Yang was surprised again, "No one from the company went to season, I know this. After get off work, the president went alone, and the private room reserved by the president... was only for two people."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

He booked a private room... to celebrate her birthday?

She had always mistakenly thought that he was going to have a dinner with his colleagues. Moreover, did he buy her a cake and gifts?

Why didn't he explain this clearly? He was still exactly the same as before. He was unwilling to explain anything or tell her anything.

"Where's the cake? Where's the gift?" Ye Jiaqi looked at Lao Yang.

"Cake...that..." Lao Yang scratched his head, embarrassed to say it.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

"The cake...the president...threw it away...it's a pity. It's such a big cake. I bought it in a very expensive cake shop. The president threw it away before you came."

"Won't he feed it to others?!" It's a shameful waste.

"That's the cake I bought for you, Miss Ye. How can you give it to others..." Lao Yang said, "As for the gift, I don't know. I only know that the president put a box in his pocket. As for what it is,

...You can ask the president."

Lao Yang really didn't know many things.

Moreover, he was very loyal to Josnian and would never take the initiative to pry or follow him.

Ye Jiaqi bit his lip: "I understand."

"Miss Ye, if the president hurt you that night, I hope you can forgive him... He might not have meant it, he might just be angry... He waited all night, and anyone else would have a temper...

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"Oh." Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and picked up a piece of brown sugar, "How did he know my birthday."

"Miss Ye asked this question..." Lao Yang laughed, "It's all in the employment resume."

Ye Jiaqi blushed, knowing that he had asked a very stupid question.

She said nothing and made snacks silently.

She made what she was best at, including Josnian's favorite matcha mille-feuille. However, the pastry room in the hospital didn't have enough materials, so she could only make it as refined as possible.

There are quite a few old people and children here, there are many ovens, and there is a fragrant smell everywhere.

But there are no pregnant women like her.

She moved slowly, setting the oven time and adding ingredients.

Lao Yang has been following Ye Jiaqi every step of the way, and sometimes even helps her get things.
Chapter completed!