When they arrived at the beach house, the tide was surging and the sky was getting dark. Qingyou took the cake and flowers from Xia Xia's hands, smiled like a flower, and thanked her repeatedly.
They gave Qingyou a surprise, and Qingyou also gave them a surprise. She had prepared delicious food and wine. Xia Qingyou is a smart woman. After receiving Zhou Han's text message, she was sure that everyone would come.
Not to mention Yang Yifeng, even Xia Xia would suggest it.
"Sister Qingyou, you have a plan," Zhou Yang smelled the fragrance as soon as he walked into the house, and quickly walked to the dining table, "Wow, it looks very rich!"
"Yeah, I tried my best to greet you, but you're lucky that you haven't even looked at me for so long!" Qingyou said while unwrapping the cake, "If I hadn't given birth, they wouldn't have come!"
Xia Xia explained, "No, everyone has been busy recently. The three of them work overtime until late every day."
"I'm just kidding, the TV is talking about the economic crisis all day long, of course I know the seriousness of the matter." Qingyou opened the cake, "It's so beautiful, it tastes delicious. Thank you Xia Xia, I like it very much!" She put the cake on the table
in the middle of the dining table.
"As long as you like it..." Xia Xia smiled knowingly and pointed at Zhou Han, "Zhou Han picked it!"
When Zhou Han heard his name, he immediately looked over and smiled guiltily. Xia Xia picked the cake, and he was just sitting in the car waiting. Stupid woman, everyone knows that I never do this kind of thing!
Qingyou was embarrassed for a while, Xia Xia said this to make her happy, but this made her feel ashamed, as if even Zhou Han's concern was Xia Xia's charity to her.
"Xia Xia, it turns out you took my brother to the cake shop. I asked you why a grown man smells like butter!" Zhou Yang cleverly covered up for Xia Xia, "Stop talking more, I'm already hungry after eating."
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Zhou Han glared at Xia Xia, implying that she had said the wrong thing. Xia Xia stared back unceremoniously, thinking, why are you staring at me for no reason? Zhou Han pressed her head with his hand and manipulated her like a puppet.
He was led to the dining table, and then he showed a charming smile, "Sit down obediently, it's time to eat!"
Xia Xia puffed up her cheeks, and for the sake of Qing You, she won’t care about you!
Maybe rich people don't want to make wishes and blow out candles on their birthdays. The cake is just placed in the middle for show. Everyone drinks, drinks and eats. Xia Xia reminds everyone several times that it's time to light candles and sing happy birthday, but she is always ignored.
Qingyou brushed it off and said that everyone can just chat. In fact, it is right to think about it. Would Zhou Han be childish enough to clap his hands and sing happy birthday? Xia Xia felt that she was a little too enthusiastic. It turned out that Zhou Han was right, there was no need for anything, and we were together
Just get together...
After a few glasses of red wine, Qingyou was already tipsy and her cheeks were slightly red, "I'm going to play some music." She staggered to the stereo and took out a CD from the CD rack, "Zhou Han, this is
I still have the CD you used to teach me how to dance."
Zhou Han was a little ashamed and took a sip of red wine to hide it, while Xia Xia just kept eating her food.
The melodious waltz surrounded the entire living room, and she stomped back to her seat gracefully and lightly. She looked particularly excited, "Xia Xia, can I make a wish on my birthday?"
"Yeah." Xia Xia, who was full of food, nodded quickly.
"Well, my wish is... I hope Zhou Han can accompany me tonight, and then we can watch tomorrow's sunrise together."
As soon as these words came out, everyone was stunned. Qingyou's seemingly simple wish seemed particularly abrupt here.
"Xia Xia, is it okay?" Qingyou asked, knowing that Xia Xia would not object.
"Ask...Zhou Han!" Xia Xia glanced at Zhou Han, and his face didn't look good either.
"Sister Qingyou, you are drunk..." Zhou Yang stepped forward to help Qingyou, "Sit down, sit down."
"I'm not drunk, I'm very sober," Qingyou gracefully shook off Zhou Yang's hand, "It's true that I drank a little too much. Alcohol is really a good thing. I can speak my mind boldly. Zhou Han and I have a lot of things.
In other words, it might as well be my birthday, so you can give me this opportunity..." Qingyou looked at Zhou Han steadily, with fascination in her eyes, "Zhou Han, are you willing to help me realize my wish?"
In front of everyone, Zhou Han could only nod. Yang Yifeng raised his head and drank the red wine in the glass. He really shouldn't have asked everyone to come together. He could just celebrate her birthday by himself...