Ximen Longting's outing this time is naturally related to Jing Jiaren's "illness".
"Is this what you prepared for me as a birthday gift?" Ximen Longting asked in a low voice. Obviously this was her temporary creativity, and he wanted to know what she really wanted to give.
Jing Jiaren smiled: "It seems you can't help it."
He was the one who said he would keep it until his birthday, but now he is the one who can't help it.
"Look. What is it?" He was really curious about what she would give her.
Jing Jiaren opened the dressing cabinet and took out a beautiful crystal bottle.
The bottle contains nothing but baked cookies...
Ximen Longting was disappointed: "You just give me cookies as a birthday gift?"
"This is not an ordinary biscuit. Look, I made it into the shape of a Chinese character." Jing Jiaren opened the lid and took out a piece, "This is 'raw'."
"..."
"Happy birthday has four words."
So, this is what this woman has been tinkering with in the pastry room these days?
Ximen Longting raised his brows, and an indescribable feeling surrounded his heart, a warm feeling.
"What other words?"
"The 13 letters of happy birthday."
Ximen Longting: "..."
"Didn't you say you like whatever I make?!" In this situation, the only thing Jing Jiaren can make is biscuits.
"You can be more creative, like i love you."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I won't do such old-fashioned things."
"I don't think so. When will you do it for me?"
"Go ahead and dream about your spring and autumn dreams! You want me to fall in love with you and wait a hundred years!" Jing Jiaren poured cold water on her.
Suddenly, Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, took away the bottle, and took out a heart-shaped piece from inside: "What is this?"
"The decorations made of extra butter..." Jing Jiaren changed the subject, "Not only are they heart-shaped, plum-shaped, round..."
"All I ask is what is this?"
"..."
"You gave me your heart to eat, right?" He couldn't help but tease him about his bad habits that could never be changed.
Jing Jiaren now gets angry whenever she mentions anything related to relationships: "If you don't like it, fine, I'll keep it for myself!"
She was about to grab the bottle coldly. Give this damn man some sunshine and he'll be bright, and he'll open a dyeing room if he's given some paint!
How could Ximen Longting let her succeed: "I like it very much."
In fact, he wants something that can be preserved for a long time and be carried with him at all times, so that he can see things and think about people and have more commemorative value.
The biscuits will be gone after you eat them...
Ximen Longting thought for a while, picked up the internal line and asked Wilson to prepare a sealed glass jar, and transferred all the biscuits into the sealed jar, as if preparing to store them all year round.
"Do you want to see my safe?" the CEO suddenly asked.
"Since you want me to take a look so much, I will reluctantly take a look."
Ximen Longting took her to the study room adjacent to the bedroom, twisted a decorative birdcage, and the bookcase immediately separated on both sides.
"Infrared inspection." The mechanical voice said without any emotion.
He walked over, and the red light swept over him and let him go.
"Fingerprint check."
Ximen Longting pressed his palms against the wall where he placed his palms.
"Retinal examination." A mechanical metal object like a telescope stuck out.
After triple checking, the cipher on the safe turned on the blue indicator light: "Please enter the password." Ximen Longting's outing this time was naturally related to Jing Jiaren's "illness".
"Is this what you prepared for me as a birthday gift?" Ximen Longting asked in a low voice. Obviously this was her temporary creativity, and he wanted to know what she really wanted to give.
Jing Jiaren smiled: "It seems you can't help it."
He was the one who said he would keep it until his birthday, but now he is the one who can't help it.
"Look. What is it?" He was really curious about what she would give her.
Jing Jiaren opened the dressing cabinet and took out a beautiful crystal bottle.
The bottle contains nothing but baked cookies...
Ximen Longting was disappointed: "You just give me cookies as a birthday gift?"
"This is not an ordinary biscuit. Look, I made it into the shape of a Chinese character." Jing Jiaren opened the lid and took out a piece, "This is 'raw'."
"..."
"Happy birthday has four words."
So, this is what this woman has been tinkering with in the pastry room these days?
Ximen Longting raised his brows, and an indescribable feeling surrounded his heart, a warm feeling.
"What other words?"
"The 13 letters of happy birthday."
Ximen Longting: "..."
"Didn't you say you like whatever I make?!" In this situation, the only thing Jing Jiaren can make is biscuits.
"You can be more creative, like i love you."
"..." Jing Jiaren said, "I won't do such old-fashioned things."
"I don't think so. When will you do it for me?"
"Go ahead and dream about your spring and autumn dreams! You want me to fall in love with you and wait a hundred years!" Jing Jiaren poured cold water on her.
Suddenly, Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, took away the bottle, and took out a heart-shaped piece from inside: "What is this?"
"The decorations made of extra butter..." Jing Jiaren changed the subject, "Not only are they heart-shaped, plum-shaped, round..."
"All I ask is what is this?"
"..."
"You gave me your heart to eat, right?" He couldn't help but tease him about his bad habits that could never be changed.
Jing Jiaren now gets angry whenever she mentions anything related to relationships: "If you don't like it, fine, I'll keep it for myself!"
She was about to grab the bottle coldly. Give this damn man some sunshine and he'll be bright, and he'll open a dyeing room if he's given some paint!
How could Ximen Longting let her succeed: "I like it very much."
In fact, he wants something that can be preserved for a long time and be carried with him at all times, so that he can see things and think about people and have more commemorative value.
The biscuits will be gone after you eat them...
Ximen Longting thought for a while, picked up the internal line and asked Wilson to prepare a sealed glass jar, and transferred all the biscuits into the sealed jar, as if preparing to store them all year round.
"Do you want to see my safe?" the CEO suddenly asked.
"Since you want me to take a look so much, I will reluctantly take a look."
Ximen Longting took her to the study room adjacent to the bedroom, twisted a decorative birdcage, and the bookcase immediately separated on both sides.
"Infrared inspection." The mechanical voice said without any emotion.
He walked over, and the red light swept over him and let him go.
"Fingerprint check."
Ximen Longting pressed his palms against the wall where he placed his palms.
"Retinal examination." A mechanical metal object like a telescope stuck out.
After triple checking, the password device on the safe lit up with a blue indicator light: "Please enter the password."