Reading File Love GL[Entertainment]

In the previous life, Song Qingmian's birthday was spent in an art school.Surrounded by contestants who are also locked up in the art school and cannot go out at will, no matter how good the relationship is, it is difficult to specially choose gifts for her.

The program team prepared a big cake for her and invited all the contestants who were not eliminated at that time to the cafeteria to celebrate her.In fact, this treatment is nothing special, every contestant who died during the recording period can enjoy it.

But Yan Muyu was very grateful to the program group for setting up such a birthday celebration process, because she seemed to have lost the qualification to send blessings to Song Qingmian in private.Fortunately, the truth is not what she sees on the surface.

Song Qingmian was the one who worried about gains and losses among the two in this life.Thinking of this, Yan Muyu sighed lightly, and then said sincerely: "It seems that you have made the same mistake as me. Both of us trust our own judgment too much, and always take it for granted to define each other. I still have I want to ask a lot of questions, but it doesn’t feel important now. Leave all the past in the past, and if we have any differences in our ideas in the future, we must actively communicate with each other.”

"In terms of relationships, we are both newbies. But we still have a lot of time in this life, and we can learn and adapt slowly. I have also experienced the uneasiness you have had. But as long as we believe in each other and work together to maintain The relationship between us will definitely be able to go smoothly and for a long time, and reach the relationship state you once longed for."

After Song Qingmian heard it, her voice suddenly became clear: "What if you make me angry in the future?"

"You say I'm stupid, I just beg you and coax you to calm down. I can't think of any particularly creative ideas." Yan Muyu paused, "But don't you just like me like this?"

"You are not stupid like this now." Song Qingmian's eyes curled up, "You are obviously trying to induce me to say what you want to hear."

Yan Muyu admitted generously: "So are you willing to tell me? Smart Ms. Song."

"Why are you calling me like that all of a sudden? I'm a minor now, so I can barely be considered a young girl." Song Qingmian talked about other things.

"I'm sorry, you are no longer underage. Thirteen minutes ago, the hour hand passed twelve o'clock in the morning." Yan Muyu pointed to the silent wall clock hanging on the left wall, "I was too absorbed in the talk, didn't I notice it?" .”

"So what? Anyway, I will always be younger than you." Song Qingmian played a small temper, "Call me lady, then what are you?"

"I am a lady's lady." Yan Muyu suddenly pressed Song Qingmian's hand in her arms with both hands, then lowered her head and looked at Song Qingmian affectionately, "Happy birthday, my Qingmian. In the future, on your birthday, I hope I can be by your side.”

"I...I have received your blessing...but can you let me go first!" Seemingly realizing something, Song Qingmian began to struggle nervously, but found that it was useless.

Seeing Yan Muyu's lowering head, Song Qingmian blushed and closed her eyes resignedly, but the kiss she expected did not fall on her lips, but on her forehead.

"I'm not teasing you." Yan Muyu gently kissed Song Qingmian's forehead, then let go of the restraint on his hand, "I played for a long time today, and talked for so long, it's time to rest. When we wake up, It's a new beginning."

After finishing speaking, Yan Muyu reached out and turned off the bedside lamp.

"...Well, good night." Song Qingmian propped himself up with a flushed face, and got out of Yan Muyu's embrace.

Seeing Song Qingmian lying on the bed with her back on her back, Yan Muyu also smiled and lay down.Closing her eyes, Yan Muyu whispered in Song Qingmian's direction: "Thank you for being willing to tell me about your family affairs."

"...Thank you for listening to me about my family affairs."

The rubbing sound of turning over suddenly sounded in Yan Muyu's ears, and in the next second, her lips were lightly touched by something soft.

There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, but Yan Muyu didn't open his eyes.

She poked forward with her right hand hidden under the quilt, half-circled the cartilage and soft muscles on her side into her own domain, and said, "I hope I can stay longer next time. Good night."

As soon as the dawn broke, Yan Muyu opened his eyes under the influence of the biological clock.

It was a rare holiday, the two of them didn't set the alarm clock before going to bed last night, and the person beside Yan Muyu was still sleeping soundly with his eyes closed.

But Yan Muyu didn't want Song Qingmian to wake up at this time, she quietly withdrew her right hand from Song Qingmian's waist, and tiptoedly left the master bedroom with her clothes.

Even though Yan Muyu blessed her peacefully before going to bed, it doesn't mean she forgot what day it is today - the coming-of-age day of Song Qingmian's birthday.

Although I don't know how Song Qingmian celebrated at home in the past, Yan Muyu is not stupid enough to ask to uncover the scars of Song Qingmian's past.Now she just wants to celebrate Song Qingmian's birthday in the way she originally imagined.

Yan Muyu came to the living room and communicated to the waiter what she needed through the pager.

The waiter agreed and promised to deliver it to the suite within half an hour. Yan Muyu took advantage of the free half hour to wash and change clothes in the bathroom of another guest bedroom.

After finishing his work, he didn't sit in the living room for a long time when the doorbell rang.The sound insulation effect of each room is very good, Yan Muyu is not worried about the doorbell waking Song Qingmian up.

She opened the door and took the items carried by the waiter, then declined the waiter's request to enter the suite for help, and took the things into the kitchen.

Yan Muyu asked the waiter to bring ingredients for making longevity noodles.

In the past, when she celebrated her birthday at home, Yan Chenming and Ji Yu would make time to spend with her for a day.Therefore, a bowl of longevity noodles handmade by the couple in the morning has formed Yan Muyu's fixed impression of birthdays, which is deeper than birthday cakes.

In the past, Yan Muyu also imitated this method on Ji Yu's or Yan Chenming's birthdays, and tried to cook longevity noodles for them a few times.Although the skills are not as skilled as her parents, it is not a big problem to make a bowl smoothly.

If you don’t want to bother, households who have the habit of eating longevity noodles on their birthdays usually cook a bowl of ready-made home-cooked noodles.

But for the original longevity noodles, there is actually only one noodle in the whole noodle bowl. The longer the noodle, the healthier and longer the person is.What Yan Muyu wanted to do was the longevity noodles of this noodle.

She asked the waiter to bring them, including items such as high-gluten flour and rolling tools that didn't match the style of Tingtao Hotel.

Originally, she had inquired through Jian Zhicheng in advance about a family hotel that could be used for cooking, and she was going to take Song Qingmian to check in after she came out, but Song Qingmian had already planned for the place, so she didn't say it.

However, at this time, it is no longer possible to control the problem of whether the style matches or not.Coming out in a hurry, and being with Song Qingmian all the time, she really didn't know what birthday gift she could give that could be innovative and express her heart.

After all, she was able to make the longevity noodles by herself, and she could only make the noodles according to the original plan.

Knead the noodles, leaven the noodles and knead the noodles again, boil the noodles in boiling water.After cooking, mix the seasonings, and use the ham sausage to fry two love eggs with ham sausage borders, Yan Muyu called it a day and cleaned up the kitchen.

But before she cleaned the kitchen tableware, she heard an ear-pleasing voice from the kitchen door: "What are you doing?"

There will be no third person in the suite, Yan Muyu turned around, smiled at Song Qingmian who just woke up: "I cooked you a bowl of longevity noodles for your birthday, you go to the dining room and wait for me for a while."

Song Qingmian's eyes burst into bright light instantly, but he muttered aggrievedly: "I just woke up and haven't washed yet..."

This sentence sounded like a baby to Yan Muyu's ears, and her smile became brighter: "Then go and wash up, and come directly to the restaurant later. The noodles are just cooked, so they won't be cold. "

"En!" Song Qingmian gave Yan Muyu a sweet smile, then hurriedly turned around and rushed back to the master bedroom.

Seeing this, Yan Muyu couldn't help but laugh.

The scene she had dreamed of was actually staged in front of her eyes, her inner happiness was overflowing, and her movements became more sensitive.

After tidying up the kitchen, Yan Muyu carefully covered the noodle bowl with a loving fried egg, then put the noodle bowl on the dinner plate, and carried it to the restaurant.

The dining room is very large. In addition to the luxurious banquet table, there is also an elegant dining table for two against the quiet wall.

The banquet table was automatically ignored by Yan Muyu. After she put the noodle bowl on the dining table for two, she hurried back to the kitchen to warm up a cup of milk, and then returned to the table with the freshly warmed milk and her plate of fried eggs.

Yan Muyu had just set her breakfast and before she sat down, she heard the sound of pattering footsteps behind her.

"Didn't I tell you that the noodles are just cooked and won't be cold? Why are you still running?" Yan Muyu turned sideways with a smile on her face, looking at Song Qingmian who was rushing over.

Song Qingmian was a little shy, and changed from running to walking in an instant, walked slowly to her seat and sat down: "I'm hungry, can I?"

"Okay. Hungry little birthday star, eat quickly." Yan Muyu didn't expose Song Qingmian's duplicity, and then sat on the seat opposite Song Qingmian.

In the longevity noodles, Yan Muyu also added a lot of fresh side dishes that are nutritious and appetizing.

Therefore, the contents of Song Qingmian's noodle bowl are quite rich, so when she saw the lonely plate of fried eggs in front of Yan Muyu, she couldn't help asking: "Do you just want to eat fried eggs?"

"There are ham sausages on the edge of the fried egg, and I warmed up a glass of milk, that's enough. I'm not qualified to eat longevity noodles today." Yan Muyu didn't care, picked up the knife and fork to cut into the fried egg.

"Wait a minute!" Song Qingmian yelled suddenly.

"What's wrong?" Yan Muyu raised his head and asked blankly, holding the knife and fork in mid-air.

"First... first take a picture and post on Weibo..." Song Qingmian blushed and took out a mobile phone from her pocket, then lowered her head and pretended to play with her mobile phone, avoiding Yan Muyu's astonished eyes, "Fan ...The fans know that we are outside, and it is not good not to post a new Weibo on our birthday..."