Lu Yanting slowly spit out three words: "Meng Huaizhou!"
"Meng Huaizhou...Huaizhou..." Long Yuting chewed these three words over and over again, and he felt like he had seen them before.
It seems that a long time ago, I heard someone calling this name in my dream.
But he can no longer remember it clearly.
Maybe it's the name, maybe it's not the name.
Maybe it's a dream, maybe it's not a dream.
He couldn't tell whether it was true or false.
Lu Yanting looked at Long Yuting and asked, "Have you heard of this name?"
"No." Long Yuting shook his head.
Lu Yanting didn't know if Long Yuting had really never heard of it or if he didn't want to admit it.
He waited for the candles to burn out and handed the plastic knife for cutting the cake to Long Yuting: "You cut it."
"It's not my birthday, so I won't cut it." Long Yuting instinctively refused to cut the cake.
I don't even want to admit that I am the person Lu Yanting is looking for.
Lu Yanting didn't say anything, and cut the cake into three pieces, one for him, one for Long Yuting, and one for the captain.
Long Yuting curled his lips: "I don't like sweets."
Lu Yanting said: "The captain doesn't like sweets either, but his son likes them very much. He promised to buy him a cake on his birthday."
Hearing this, Long Yuting frowned: "It seems that you have decided that I am your captain's son?"
Lu Yanting said nothing, picked up the spoon, took a piece of cake and put it in his mouth.
The cake was very sweet and greasy. Although his throat was choked, he still swallowed it.
He remembered the scene of eating cake with the captain.
The captain also divided the cake into three parts.
Long Yuting looked at the cake and asked seriously: "You and your captain have a good relationship?"
"right!"
Lu Yanting regarded the captain as his father, and the captain regarded him as his son.
On the day the captain died, he swore that he would make Feilong pay his debt with blood.
After killing thousands of Feilong's people, he thought Feilong was dead. Unexpectedly, Feilong not only survived, but also kept the captain's son by his side.
After a long time, Long Yuting picked up the cake and ate it slowly.
He never celebrates birthdays and never eats birthday cakes. This is the first time for him to eat birthday cakes at this age.
It's very sweet but melts in your mouth.
Long Yuting thought he wouldn't like it, but it turned out to be more delicious than expected, with a sweet and greasy taste filling his lips and teeth.
One bite after another, soon Long Yuting finished the cake.
Lu Yanting also finished eating.
The two of them threw the paper plate and fork into the trash can in tandem, and made a tacit agreement not to touch the remaining piece of cake.
Long Yuting's cough has not been so severe these days, he has not vomited blood anymore, and the wounds on his body are slowly recovering.
Long Yuting poured two glasses of red wine and drank with Lu Yanting.
Lu Yanting asked: "You said you won't live long?"
"Yes." Long Yuting did not explain, but just said: "After I die, help me take care of Xuening. She is a good woman, but I harmed her."
Long Yuting had already thought about leaving all the money to Bai Xuening after his death.
Bai Xuening lost her uterus and could no longer have children. Although no amount of money could make up for the damage she suffered, giving money was the only thing he could do for her.
Lu Yanting frowned and said, "I won't help you take care of her. You have to take care of her yourself. The person she wants to see is not me."
Long Yuting took a sip of red wine and pursed his thin lips. His mind was filled with Bai Xuening's figure.
Thinking of the beautiful moments between the two of them, a faint smile couldn't help but appear on the lips.
…
Within a few days, Jiang Chaoxi received the novel sent to her by Li Keer.
Li Keer really started writing novels.
She wrote a story about marriage first and love later, and her writing style was actually quite good.
Li Keer happily asked Jiang Chaoxi to give her suggestions after reading it. Jiang Chaoxi was her first reader.
In the past few days, Li Ke'er didn't leave the room, so she locked herself in the room and wrote a novel.
After writing and deleting the first few thousand words, writing and deleting, I finally satisfied myself.
After writing the opening chapter, she will find a website to start serializing her novel.
She had already thought about it, and no matter whether anyone read it or not, she would keep writing it as a practice.
Jiang Chaoxi usually doesn't read novels. After reading Li Ke'er's novel, she liked it very much and asked Li Ke'er to continue writing. She still wanted to read it.
Jiang Chaoxi's encouragement made Li Keer very happy.
I was very motivated to write novels. Apart from eating and sleeping, I wrote novels every day.
Li Keer focused all his attention on writing novels and stopped sending more harassing messages to Song Ting.
After not receiving any harassing messages from her for several days, Song Tingyue was still a little uncomfortable with it.
I was worried that I had spoken harshly and hurt Li Keer's heart.
I looked at the chat history and it was stuck on four days ago.
Song Tingyue hesitated for a long time, and for the first time he took the initiative to send a message to Li Keer: [What are you doing?]
Li Ke'er didn't reply to the message.
I waited for a long time but no reply.
Song Tingyue felt that it was too abnormal. Li Ke'er wouldn't be able to think about it, right?
With a shiver in his heart, he dialed the number of the servant at home: "Sister Zhang, is the young lady at home?"
The servant replied: "I'm at home. The young lady is always in the room. Master, are you looking for the young lady?"
"Have you seen her today?"
"I've seen it before. I brought breakfast, lunch and dinner to the young mistress's room."
Upon hearing this, Song Ting breathed a sigh of relief.
"What is she doing in the room?"
"I don't know. When I was delivering food to the young lady, I saw the young lady typing on her laptop."
"Okay, I understand, don't tell the young lady that I called you."
"Yes, Master."
Song Tingyue hung up the phone and lay on the wooden bed, feeling inexplicably irritable.
Li Ke'er didn't reply to his message, maybe she was planning to draw a clear line with him!
That's fine, she always harasses him and makes him very annoyed.
Song Tingyue subconsciously opened the photo album on his mobile phone and looked at Li Ke'er's sexy photos. In the photos, Li Ke'er was youthful and full of collagen.
She has been pampered since childhood, her skin is very white and tender, and she has a good figure.
Although the key parts are not exposed, it is half exposed and half hidden, which is the most attractive.
Song Tingyue realized that he was becoming lustful and could not hold his forehead.
How can he clean up his cultivation?
He had an indescribable dream last night, and when he woke up in the morning, the sheets were all stained.
I took a shower, washed my clothes and bed sheets, and spent the whole morning washing.
Only in the afternoon do I have time to read and draw.
Life in the mountains is monotonous. Once you have some free time, your mind can't help but think about those things.
He didn't dare to let himself be idle.
…
Li Ke'er was so tired from writing a novel that she fell asleep on the computer desk.
It was only when she woke up in the morning that she saw the message Song Tingyue sent her.
She rubbed her eyes in disbelief.
She made sure again and again that she had read it correctly. It was indeed the first message Song Tingyue sent her on his own initiative.
Li Ke'er quickly took a screenshot and sent it to Jiang Chaoxi: [Sister, look, I haven't sent a message to Song Tingyue in the past few days, and he actually took the initiative to send me a message. 】