"Gift!" Yu Nianen turned on the bedside lamp, squatted down and took out the birthday gifts she had carefully prepared for him in the past few years from the wardrobe drawer, and put them on the bed sheets, "Ming, they are all for you."
After saying that, she handed the box to him and kissed him on the cheek. Then she took the thirty-year-old birthday gift and handed it to him.
"Ming, happy birthday!" She gave him another kiss, and she wanted to return all the blessings she owed him.
These gifts accumulated her love and longing for him over the past four years.
Rong Beiming looked at the card on the box. The words on it were very delicate. He was very excited, but he resisted the urge to hold her in his arms and silently accepted her belated blessing.
"Thank you! Nian En!" When the last box was handed over to him, a clear tear fell from the corner of his eye.
He didn't expect that this woman would prepare the same gift for him every year on his birthday. After all, in her mind, he should be a dead person.
"Can I... take it apart?" His chest felt tight and painful, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something.
In the past four years, this woman has loved him, missed him, and missed him with all her heart. God has favored him so much that he has won her heart and her devotion.
"Of course, they are all for you. I chose them carefully." Yu Nianen raised his head and looked at him, with a little expectation in his eyes.
Rong Beiming's heart ached, and every time he opened a gift, his heart would skip a beat.
The gift for the twenty-nine-year-old is a tie, the gift for the thirty-year-old is a wallet, the gift for the thirty-one-year-old is a lighter, the gift for the thirty-two-year-old is a belt, and the gift for the thirty-three-year-old is a
watch.
He took out his lighter and wallet, then stood up: "Help me!"
Yu Nianen knew what he was talking about, so he picked up the tie and belt on the bed sheet, stood up and changed them for him. Then he started to sort his wallet, and put it into his pocket after sorting it.
"Actually, it's not good to smoke too much. It's best to smoke less." She stuffed the lighter into his trouser bag.
"This watch... isn't cheap!" he asked when she put the watch on his wrist.
"It's not as good as yours, don't dislike it!"
"It's more expensive than what I'm wearing."
After hearing this, Yu Nianen picked up the watch he had replaced and looked at it. It was indeed not the Patek Philippe he wore before, but just a very ordinary mechanical watch.
Only then did I remember that his current identity is different from before. There are some details that must be paid attention to, and they cannot be overly publicized, which will have a bad impact.
"The environment here is not very good, why didn't you find a community with better conditions?" Rong Beiming looked at the somewhat small bedroom.
"No money." A delicate little woman's smile appeared on her face.
"The card I gave you before can still be used."
"I thought you..." She paused, took a deep breath, and put her arms around his waist, "Okay, I will use your money from now on, and you will support me for the rest of my life."
"When your work here is over, resign. I need you." One of his hands was around her waist, and the other was gently stroking her hair.
"Yeah! I need you too, very much!"
"I'm sorry, I didn't even think of preparing a birthday gift for you, thank you!"
"Don't say thank you to me. You have done so many things for me before, and you don't like me saying thank you. Ming, you are still alive, which is the most precious gift you have given me."