Ximen Longting's outing this time is naturally related to Jing Jiaren's "illness".

"Did you give me this for my birthday?" Simon Longting asked in a low voice. Apparently it was an improvised idea of her, and he wanted to know what she was really going to give.

Jing Jiaren smiled: "It seems that you really can't help it." ”

It was he who said he was going to keep it until his birthday, and now it's him who can't help it.

"See. What is it? He was curious to see what she would give her.

Jing Jiaren opened the makeup cabinet and took out a beautiful crystal bottle.

The bottle is nothing more than baked cookies......

Simon Longting was disappointed: "You just sent me cookies as a birthday present?" ”

"This is not an ordinary biscuit, you see I made it into the shape of a word," Jing Jiaren lifted the lid and took out a piece, "This is 'raw'." ”

“……”

"Happy Birthday."

So, this woman is tinkering with this in the dim sum room these days?

Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, and an indescribable taste surrounded his heart, a warm feeling.

"What other words?"

"The 13 letters of happybirthday."

Simon Longting: "......"

"Didn't you say you like everything I do?!" In this case, the only thing that Jing Jiaren can do is biscuits.

"You can be a little more creative, like ILOVEYOU."

...... Jing Jiaren, "I won't do such old-fashioned things." ”

"I don't think dirt. When will it be done for me? ”

"Go for your spring and autumn dreams! Wait a hundred years for me to fall in love with you! Jing Jiaren poured cold water.

Suddenly, Ximen Longting raised his eyebrows, took the bottle, and took out a heart-shaped piece from it: "What is this?" ”

"The embellishment made of excess butter ......" Jing Jiaren changed the topic, "not only heart-shaped, plum-shaped, round ......"

"All I ask you is what is this?"

“……”

"You make your heart for me to eat, don't you?" The bad things he couldn't help but ridicule couldn't be changed all the time.

Jing Jiaren now only mentions something related to feelings: "If you don't like it, then okay, I'll keep it for myself and eat it!" ”

She was about to snatch the bottle coldly. This damn man will shine with some sunshine and open a dye room with some paint!

How could Simon Longting let her succeed: "I like it very much." ”

In fact, he wants things that can be kept for a long time and always carried with him, so that he can see things and think about people, and it is more commemorative.

The cookies are gone when you eat them......

Simon Longting thought for a while, picked up the inner line and instructed Wilson to prepare a sealed glass jar, and transferred all the biscuits to the sealed jar, looking like they were going to be stored all year round.

"Do you want to see my safe?" The president suddenly asked.

"Since you want me to see it so much, I'll barely take a look."

Simon took her to the study next door to the bedroom, and twisted a decorative birdcage, and the bookcase immediately parted to both sides.

"Infrared inspection." The mechanical voice said without any emotion.

He walked over, and the red light swept over him, letting go.

"Fingerprint check."

Simon Longting pressed his palm against the wall where he put his palm.

"Retinal examination." A mechanical metal object that resembles a telescope sticks out.

After triple checking, the Security Device on the safe lights up with a blue light: "Please enter the password." ”