After the young master was reborn, he was waiting to die

Time passed quickly, and soon it was Wen Yinuo's birthday.

When that real day arrived, it was completely different from what Wen Yinuo had told his mother and brother, that there was no need to celebrate.

——The boy was still busy and didn’t realize that today was his birthday.

Fu Jincheng, who had already decided to confess to Wen Yinuo on his birthday and asked Wen Jian to help cover for him, stood outside of Wen Yinuo's studio. Through the transparent glass, he looked at the young man with a head of half-long hair in a mess, his clothes covered with all kinds of dust and debris, something in his mouth, and his hands busy all the time. He sighed heavily.

Wen Jian glanced at him: "...What's wrong with you?"

Fu Jincheng was a little sad: "I discovered a sad fact."

Wen Jian: “……?”

The instructor who joins in the fun and reads gossip: Curiousjpg.

"Even if Xiaobao likes me, my confession will be successful."

"As the wife, I still have to face the threat of the mistress 'Jewelry Design' for the rest of my life."

The instructor stroked his chin, watching the fun without a care in the world:

"Actually, there is more than one."

"Wen Yinuo is incredibly talented in all artistic professions."

"To put it bluntly, if it were me, I would have to be at least 30 years old to make the brooch he designs now."

"Also, as parents, don't forget that Wen Yinuo's major is fashion design."

"This is because there is no embroidery-related major in undergraduate courses, so he took a step back and chose this."

"Young man, besides the third mistress, you still have to deal with the fourth and fifth mistresses."

Fu Jincheng: ...

So heartbreaking.

While feeling heartbroken, Fu Jincheng also felt extremely relieved and fortunate.

As expected of the person he likes.

Never let emotions affect your future development.

Wen Jian silently looked at Fu Jincheng, who was feeling sad one second and laughing like a fool the next, and felt his face dull.

Looking at the mentor who has strong professional ability but a rather unreliable personality, he became even more silent.

Could it be that this good child of hers was led astray by his teacher?

Not to the point of... right?

The three of them stood outside the studio until it was completely dark before Fu Jincheng and Wen Jian decided to leave.

"Teacher, please call me when Wen Yinuo comes out." Wen Jian said politely, "I'll pick him up."

The instructor made an "OK" gesture and patted his chest to indicate that he would definitely do it.

Fu Jincheng and Wen Jian left one after another, but the place they went to was not the home opposite the school.

Instead, it was held at an outdoor wedding venue which was more than ten minutes’ drive from home.

When Wen Jian first learned that Fu Jincheng planned to confess his love to Wen Yinuo at a famous outdoor wedding venue in Yanjing on Wen Yinuo's birthday, he was so speechless that he looked up at the sky.

I really don’t know what Fu Jincheng was thinking, confessing his love at the place where he was getting married.

As a result, Fu Jincheng refuted it with one sentence:

There has never been a rule that this place is for weddings, but because the environment is good and many people get married here, this saying has gradually emerged.

Why should he follow the purpose brought by the stereotype?

If the person being confessed to wasn't his other child, Wen Jian would have applauded him.

Now, looking at Fu Jincheng who was so nervous that he didn't even dare to drive, and thinking of Wen Yinuo who was still in the studio, Wen Jian sighed helplessly and asked:

"Fu Jincheng, you have seen the studio just now."

"It's not certain whether Xiaobao will come back tonight."

"Are you sure you still want to go to the scene of the decoration?"

Fu Jincheng was extremely determined: "I will go."

He arranged that venue to confess his feelings not because he thought Wen Yinuo would agree.

Just repeat one sentence - to make Wen Yinuo feel that he is valued enough.

Instead of just saying it perfunctorily.

Regardless of whether Wen Yinuo has time to go to the scene today, what is represented there is his attitude.

Go, that's best.

If he doesn't go, he will look for the next opportunity.

Wen Jian smiled silently and stepped harder on the accelerator.

In the studio, after finishing the final fine-tuning, Wen Yinuo let out a long breath and fell to the ground.

My nerves, which had been tense for several days, were completely relaxed at this moment.

Although my body is still tired, I feel extremely relaxed and comfortable mentally.

Wen Yinuo closed his eyes, fell back, let himself lie on the ground, stretched out his limbs, and let out a sigh.

More than half an hour later, the boy got up from the ground, turned on his computer, and sent the pictures of his entries to the organizers of the event.

As for the actual object, I will get a good rest tonight and then ask my brother for help to deliver the work the next day.

After sending the photos, Yue Ruzhu returned to the lounge, picked up his mobile phone and charger that had been there for several days, and prepared to go home.

He hasn't been home for several days, and his mother and brother must miss him.

I had no idea that today was the last day of the year.

It's also his birthday.

As soon as he walked out of the studio, Wen Yinuo heard someone calling him.

When he looked up, he saw that it was his mentor who had given the studio to him in the past few days.

Before I could say thank you, the instructor spoke first:

"But, at least we caught up."

"You, don't leave yet. I've called your mother, and she will come to pick you up later."

Wen Yinuo frowned slightly, first thanked the instructor for letting him borrow his studio, then thanked him for his kindness:

"Thank you, teacher, but you don't need to ask my mother to come."

"It's so late, she'll go to bed right away."

"My house is just across the street, so you can go back by yourself."

The instructor thought to himself, what the hell is that possible? You don’t know what’s waiting for you in a moment.

But it doesn't show on the face.

"Your mother let me."

Wen Yinuo didn't expect this.

He felt confused.

Wen Jian has always pursued liberal education.

The distance is so close that even if he hasn't been home for several days, I shouldn't be so nervous as to come and pick him up.

The questions were quickly answered.

Wen Jian, who rushed over immediately after receiving a call from his mentor, opened his arms and hugged Wen Yinuo:

"Happy birthday, Xiaobao!"

Feeling proud.

Dabao, Dabao, so what if you confess your feelings?

The first person to say happy birthday to Xiaobao was not me.

hum.

Wen Yinuo suddenly realized that today was his birthday.

The young man was stunned for a moment, then smiled:

"thanks Mom."

"If you hadn't told me, I would have forgotten it."

Wen Jian rubbed his tangled hair:

"Hey, tell your mom, why don't you thank me? Just follow me."