"Close your eyes and meditate on your wish in your heart."

"It's that simple?" Hell gave Feng Luo a deep look and began to make a wish.

Feng Luoluo's chest suddenly twitched, how could he feel that the wish that Hell wanted to make had something to do with him?

How can it be......

Mingyu and her have known each other for less than half a year.

Moreover, excluding the time on the island, the number of times we have met before, there is still a hand left.

How could he possibly make a wish related to himself?

It must have been the dim light in the living room, she was delusional.

Feng Luoluo told himself in his heart.

Hell made a wish and asked Feng Luoluo to cut the cake together.

Feng Luoluo originally wanted to refuse, but today is the birthday of the underworld, and there are so many people watching the servants, if she refuses, it will be too embarrassing and too shameless......

Despite the embarrassment, Feng Luoluo hesitated, but agreed.

Hell cuts a large piece of cake for Wind Loro.

Feng Luoluo didn't like sweets very much, so he divided a small piece from it and ate it.

He also thought that Hell would give the cake to the servants, after all, the portion was sufficient, and he was very good to the servants.

Result -

Hell raised his hand and told Jason to take the cake away, keep it fresh, and keep it to eat slowly.

"......" Feng Luoluo, "It's better to share the birthday cake with everyone." ”

I really don't understand what this man's intention is to keep the cake fresh.

Could it be ...... He wants to eat the rest alone?

Impossible.

Such a big cake, if you eat it, you will get tired of it if you don't vomit to death.

Thinking about it, Feng Luoluo suddenly felt a little sick to his stomach and retched.

"What's wrong? Under the weather? Hell immediately noticed her strangeness.

"Nothing." Feng Luoluo shook his head, wanting to say that it was okay, but retched again.

What's going on?

It was fine just now, why did you suddenly feel uncomfortable in the blink of an eye?

My stomach was swollen, as if something was stirring in it, and I wanted to vomit but couldn't vomit, which was very uncomfortable.

Feng Luoluo frowned-

She doesn't like sweets, but she doesn't have such a big reaction to eating a small piece of cake......

Fresh food tonight?

No way.

Steward Qian is very strict in this regard, and everything sent to the underworld will be personally checked, and there is absolutely no such thing as food not being fresh.

But she was really uncomfortable, her stomach was turning upside down, and she kept wanting to vomit.

Moreover, there is a tendency to become more and more strict......

"Drink some water." Hell poured her a glass of water.

Feng Luoluo took it, took a few sips, and felt much better.

"How? Should I call a doctor? ”

"No, I'm fine." Feng Luoluo shook his head, his expression a little weak.

Today is Mingyu's birthday, everyone is very happy, Feng Luoluo doesn't want to ruin everyone's mood because of her little problem.

After drinking the water, Feng Luoluo felt much better and felt that there was nothing wrong with it.

The birthday party continues.

Hell was eating cake, his eyebrows were crooked, and he was obviously in a good mood.

As soon as he was in a good mood, the servants breathed a long sigh of relief, and the atmosphere of the scene suddenly became relaxed and lively.

Although Feng Luoluo was much better, his stomach was still a little uncomfortable.

So, I said hello and went to the terrace to get some air.

Feng Luoluo sat down on a beach chair.

The sea breeze is blowing, and the hair is lightly blown.

Behind him, there was the sound of beautiful music.

A qiē looks very peaceful and beautiful.

Feng Luoluo's mood couldn't relax.