นักเขียน: Zhao Xibao เครื่องแปลภาษา
Zhao Siqing gently curved the corner of her lips, and the corners of her eyes were a little moist.
Her three-year-old present was a beautiful little dress. The workmanship was exquisite, and it was sewn with many diamonds that sparkled.
[ will you comb your two braids today and smile sweetly? ]
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Zhao Siqing opened each and every one of them, and each and every one of them made the corners of her eyes moist.
When she opened the present for the twenty-four-year-old, it was a set of expensive diamond jewelry. The card at the side was still filled with words that she was familiar with: [ I want to become the stars in the sky, because there are stars in your eyes. ]
Zhao Siqing placed the opened gift on the coffee table, and the box was placed on the other side of the carpet.
When she took the 25-year-old gift in her hand, she noticed that there seemed to be some movement inside. She couldn't help but be stunned for a few seconds. She looked at Huo Jingchen and asked gently, "what is it? "
Huo Jingchen didn't say anything. Zhao Siqing lowered her head and opened the box. Only then did she realize that there was a soft cage inside. Through the net cloth on it, she could see that there was a white kitten inside.
Zhao Siqing couldn't help but jump up from the carpet. "It's a cat! "
She looked at Huo Jingchen, her eyes filled with uncontrollable surprise.
Huo Jingchen looked at her with a doting gaze.
In her previous life, she had always liked cats and always wanted to keep them.
However, he hated anything that would distract her attention, so even though she softly mentioned it to him a few times, he still did not nod.
Zhao Siqing carried the white kitten out of the cage.
It was a white ragdoll. Its eyes were as blue as seawater, and the fur on its body was soft and fluffy. It was extremely cute.
As soon as it fell into Zhao Siqing's arms, it meowed.
"So cute. " Zhao Siqing's eyes were so happy that they were curved. She kept lowering her head to smooth the fur of the little ragdoll.
Huo Jingchen saw that her gaze was always on the ragdoll. He pursed his lips slightly, and the color in his eyes darkened. He was obviously a little depressed.
Zhao Siqing played with the cat for a while. When she looked up, she saw Huo Jingchen staring at the cat in a daze. She didn't know what he was thinking.
"What's wrong? " Zhao Siqing asked softly.
"nothing, " Huo Jingchen said slowly. He got up and kissed Zhao Siqing's forehead gently. He said in a low voice, "happy birthday, baby. "
Then, he got up and went to the bathroom.
Zhao Siqing looked at his back and fell into deep thought. She looked down at the kitten in her arms and then looked in the direction of the bathroom, not saying a word.
After tidying up the things briefly, Zhao Siqing saw that it was getting late, so she put the kitten in the living room.
She prepared some milk for it, and then made a small nest for it with a blanket and a box.
After she was done, she couldn't help but squat in front of it and pet it for a while, then she turned around and went into the living room bathroom to take a shower.
It was half past midnight when Zhao Siqing finished her shower.
She dried her hair and walked out of the bathroom. She turned around and saw Huo Jingchen leaning against the headboard reading a book in a Dark Blue Silk Pajamas through the half-open door.
Zhao Siqing couldn't see what book he was reading, but she could sense that he was absent-minded, as if he was not in a good mood.
She pushed the door open and walked in quietly, but Huo Jingchen still didn't react.
Zhao Siqing climbed onto the bed, took the book out of his hand, and sat on him. She asked softly, "why are you unhappy? "
Huo Jingchen's gaze fell on her little face, and he whispered, "No. "
Someone came to the house, so the plan was disrupted and the book was not finished. There were two chapters that were later. Recently, there was an update and he was busy getting married, so he was confused. Then, the title of the book was rejected by the editor. Because he felt that it was too similar to an ancient saying, he changed the name again. ... Cover your face * / * , I hope you can still recognize it ...