Tian Ling was stunned for a moment and looked in the direction where the man had glanced. Soon, he saw the cake that had been prepared on the table.
On the cake, there were some twisted fonts, and the four words "Happy Birthday" were written in big butter.
Is this obvious to the naked eye? Of course making a cake is to celebrate a birthday, otherwise what would it be for?
Looking up at the man in front of him who was frowning inexplicably, Tian Lingxin also frowned slightly. She put her toes up and followed his tall body to take the candle in his hand.
Then she pushed his hand away slightly and slipped under his arms and replied calmly: "I'm giving grandma a make-up birthday. Although I don't know why, grandma should be very concerned about this birthday cake. It's just that it's the first time.
I didn’t do it very well.”
Walking over, Tian Lingxin ignored the man behind her, slowly opened the candle, took out a candle from inside, and carefully inserted it in the middle of the cake.
"Then you can take a hot shower first." Turning around, looking at the woman who was carefully inserting the cake into the middle, a flash of light flashed across her eyes.
Tian Lingxin took a breath, as if she didn't hear what the man behind her said. She slowly lowered her head and glanced at the cake that had been made, and then turned her head: "Uncle, you are so free, why don't you help me make this cake?"
Take it to grandma's room, it's already eleven o'clock."
Naturally, Tian Lingxin was not a fool. From his tone, you could still vaguely feel the slight concern.
However, if you have to take a shower, you may not be able to make it in time. In the past, the old man went to bed on time at ten o'clock, so I don't know if it will be too late now.
Hearing Tian Lingxin's words, Leng Xuanhan's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say anything. He stepped forward and picked up the cake on the table, and then followed the woman who walked out first.
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Looking at the slender figure walking in front, Leng Xuanhan's deep black eyes were quietly tinged with a soft light.
This stupid woman really made him...
Concubine Yin Yu in the room was not asleep. At this time, she was sitting on the sofa in the room, holding an old book and reading it carefully.
Those eyes that were always sharp were now filled with soft nostalgia, with tears glistening slightly.
This book was her and her old man's favorite collection of poems. Since the old man left, she only occasionally read it. However, every year on her birthday, she couldn't help but read it.
Because there are too many memories here. Every time I see this collection of poems, I can't help but think of the old man.
Just like that birthday cake...
However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.
Concubine Yin Yu, who seemed to be immersed in memories, raised her hand to brush the corners of her eyes. The soft light in her eyes had disappeared.
I looked up at the clock, it was eleven eighteen!
Who is looking for me so late?
The servants of the Leng family all know that Concubine Yin Yu doesn't like to be disturbed after ten o'clock.
By this time, the servants should have returned.
Concubine Yin Yu thought it was the servant who came for her. When she heard the knocking on the door, her brows suddenly furrowed in solemnity.
Putting the book in his hand on the desk, he immediately got up from the sofa, strode to the door of the room, and opened the door with a slight expression on his face.
Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, two voices, one high and one low, sang the unfamiliar happy birthday song.