Sweet Wife Overturns the Heavens: Ninth Master, I can't stop pampering

"I am Qingzhu's elder brother."

Jiang Jingzhi replied cheerfully.

Albert's eyes rolled slightly, and he asked suspiciously, "My dear?"

"That's right." Jiang Jingzhi nodded, and then he pulled him aside to chat with him familiarly.

We talked for about half an hour.

Song Qingzhu gradually came to her senses. She pinched the center of her brows, and her expression was in a daze for a moment. Thinking of something, she immediately sat up from the sofa and glanced at the time.

Breathe easy.

Fortunately, fortunately, I didn't sleep for too long, only an hour.

Song Qingzhu looked around, but didn't find Jiang Jingzhi's figure, so he thought he had gone back.

Putting on her white coat, she walked out the door.

A passerby came over and asked her where the bathroom was. She enthusiastically pointed the way to the passerby. After saying goodbye to the passerby, she saw two men sitting on a bench.

One of them was talking endlessly, and the other occasionally echoed a few words, as if he didn't answer.

Looking at the two of them, Song Qingzhu felt amused.

Albert was the first to notice Song Qingzhu. Seeing his distraction, Jiang Jingzhi followed his gaze. Seeing Song Qingzhu's helpless smile, he quickly stood up and walked over quickly.

"Why did you wake up so early? Have a rest."

"No, it's almost time for work."

Song Qingzhu smiled lightly.

Albert walked slowly from behind, looking at her deeply with his green eyes, which happened to meet her gaze.

"By the way, Albert, are you here to see me?"

"Ah."

"Is there a problem?"

Albert paused, took out a red velvet box from his pocket, came to Song Qingzhu, held her hand in sight of the two, and handed the box to her.

"Qingzhu, happy birthday."

"Birthday?"

Song Qingzhu was a little confused, she hadn't celebrated her birthday for many years, because she didn't know when her birthday was.How would he know?
Albert smiled and explained: "When I was abroad, I accidentally saw your ID card."

"Ah, so it is."

Song Qingzhu suddenly realized.

The date on the ID card is the date when she went abroad. When she applied for the ID card, she didn't know the date of birth, so she chose a date to go abroad to commemorate the day she left.

Now that she mentions it, she feels a little sad.

It seems that it has been more than ten years since she was thrown abroad by Song Yaoguang at the age of 13.

Jiang Jingzhi was so shocked that he opened his eyes wide.

"Sister Qingzhu, today is your birthday? Why didn't you tell me? I didn't know your birthday was today."

Jiang Jingzhi scratched his head annoyedly, racking his brains to think of what gift to give Qingzhu.

Song Qingzhu burst into laughter.

"I don't know. But thank you Albert, thank you for remembering my birthday." Song Qingzhu said to Albert sincerely, holding the velvet box in her hand, she returned it and said, "But this gift I can't take it, I take your wish."

Jiang Jingzhi quickly agreed with each other.

"My younger sister can't accept your ring. Don't worry, I, the older brother, will buy it for her, so I won't bother you."

When Albert heard this, the expression on his face remained unchanged, and he looked over calmly, "Qingzhu, don't rush to refuse, just open it and have a look."

Song Qingzhu was stunned for a moment, then lowered his head and opened the box.

Inside the box is a very beautiful necklace, the necklace is a swan, and the transparent swan is very elegant.

Swans are pure and white.

"This is……"

"This is a necklace photographed on the night of Fort D. I think it fits your temperament very well, so I gave it to you as a gift. There is no other meaning." Albert smiled, gentlemanly and polite, "Qingzhu, Happy birthday to you."

Jiang Jingzhi seemed superfluous at the side.

Song Qingzhu felt sad and moved.

"Thank you." She held the necklace and looked at him with red eyes, "Albert, thank you very much."

Thank you for remembering this little thing about me.

Albert lowered his eyes, chuckled, glanced at Jiang Jing, and then said to Song Qingzhu, "Then I'll go first, and I won't disturb you and your brother."

"Ah." Song Qingzhu felt a little sorry for him. He came all the way to give gifts, and now he let him go after receiving the gifts. She didn't give anything back. She felt very sorry. She stopped Albert and said to him, " How about I treat you to dinner next time."

"I can do it." Albert replied straightforwardly, and waved away gracefully.

Jiang Jingzhi stood beside Song Qingzhu, looking at his back, couldn't help sighing.

"Sister, your friend seems to be interested in you."

"What, don't talk nonsense. Albert only has brotherhood with me, and we are good brothers who have gone through life and death." Song Qingzhu didn't take Jiang Jingzhi's words to heart. She lowered her head and played with the necklace. In mid-air, the swan seemed to be able to see through the light and see the brilliant colors inside. She said, "This is the first time I have received a birthday present."

"What's here, what do you want, my brother will give you a big truck."

Jiang Jingzhi said boldly.

Song Qingzhu pouted, with a helpless expression on his face.

How does it feel to have a mentally handicapped brother?
The feeling of a mentally handicapped brother is that he can have different confusing behaviors every day.

Sure enough, the next day, a blue van stopped in front of her apartment.

Jumping out of the car, a man wearing a blue hat and overalls has a bright smile on his face. He should show eight teeth when he treats every customer.

Song Qingzhu was about to go to work, but when he saw him, his mind went blank for a moment.

"You are..." Song Qingzhu came to Jiang Jingzhi, tugged at his blue overalls, and asked suspiciously, "Are you experiencing grassroots life?"

Jiang Jingzhi leaned against the truck, showing a perfect smile.

"Ms. Song, please count your birthday presents."

With that said, Jiang Jingzhi gave her a very long shopping list.

The list is long enough to mop the floor.

Song Qingzhu looked terrified, she started from the first one.

Big refrigerator, big color TV, big desk, big computer, big washing machine, big double bed...

Song Qingzhu's frown deepened the more he looked down.

"Are you moving your house here?"

Jiang Jingzhi blinked, touched his head, and muttered: "Can you see that too?"

But he vehemently denied it.

"That's not true. Sister Qingzhu, don't you want a home? Since you don't want to go back to the Jiang family, then I'll move the Jiang family here. Such a birthday present should be very thoughtful, right?"

Jiang Jingzhi blinked, expecting her compliment.

Song Qingzhu almost burst out laughing when he heard what he said.

When she said she wanted a home, she meant a home with relatives, not furniture.

But her heart was warm, like drinking a bowl of hot soup.