Little Wolf Cub of the Ginger Demon King

Picking up the child again, Jiang Lai's tense discomfort disappeared instantly.

Only then did he realize that although Xue Man and Bei Tiangui hadn't received the certificate yet, he had already claimed the kid in his heart.

Back on Gujian Street, several old shops at the entrance cater to the festive atmosphere, and there are some rustic Christmas stickers on the window glass.The milk tea shop at the entrance of Shuangjiao Hutong also hung two strings of flickering lights.

Jiang Lai stopped the car, locked the car on the lamp post at the door, and entered the shop with Bei Xiaowu.

Jiang Lai couldn't celebrate his birthday, it all depends on whether Xue Man remembers it, he had no expectations for this day since he was a child.

Although I subconsciously felt that my birthday should be commemorated in a form, but when I thought about meeting Ozaki, it was a disguised way to make my birthday memorable, and I lost interest in doing other forms.

Just now when Bei Xiaowu went to the cake shop, Jiang Lai's curiosity was aroused. He really wanted to see what tricks this kid could come up with.

Jiang Lai ordered two cups of ginger milk tea, and when he brought them back to the window, Bei Xiaowu had already taken out all the things in the handbag.

Two paper cup muffins that looked a bit shriveled, a tube of condensed milk, and two number candles.

Jiang Lai smiled, "I said no birthday cake."

"It's too late." Bei Xiaowu rubbed his hands, moved his wrists, and smiled so much that his eyebrows and eyes curled up. "Besides, this is not a birthday cake."

Jiang Lai stopped talking, plugged a straw into the milk tea and pushed a cup to Jiang Lai, sank into the sofa chair and prepared to quietly watch the children's performance.

Bei Xiaowu wiped his hands with a wet wipe, unscrewed the condensed milk and began to squeeze words on the muffin.

His handwriting is extremely ugly even when written with a pen, let alone squeezed.

The kid was very serious at the moment, his brows were all wrinkled together, if he didn't focus on the tube of condensed milk he was holding, just looking at his expression, he would think it was some master apprentice of a handmade artisan demonstrating on the spot.

Jiang Lai couldn't help pursing his lips and snickering, looking at the two ugly cakes, he actually felt that it was worthwhile for Xue Ye to run wildly to pick up the kid.

Bei Xiaowu held back his strength and worked hard for a long time, and finally finished the four words "Happy Birthday", quickly inserted two candles "1" and "8", threw away half the tube of condensed milk with relief, and slumped on the sofa with his head up inside.

"The condensed milk is going to melt, don't you want to play a full set and sing "Happy Birthday Song" to me?" Jiang Lai took a sip of the milk tea, smiled and kicked Bei Xiaowu who was facing him.

Just as Bei Xiaowu took a breath, he was provoked by Jiang Lai's words and sat up again, curling his lips, "Ah, I still want to sing, I..."

Jiang Lai knew that Bei Xiaowu had five-tone insufficiency.

"Then what do you think, I don't deserve to have "Happy Birthday Song"?" Jiang Lai deliberately played tricks, but his heart was already warm.

Bei Xiaowu's voice is changing. Sometimes his voice will suddenly become hoarse when he wakes up in the morning, and then it will become sharp at a certain moment. He thinks it is very difficult to control.

"Are you really listening?" Bei Xiaowu pinched his faintly protruding Adam's apple.

"Hurry up!" Jiang Lai squeezed the condensed milk and began to play with it. He is best at intimidation and lure.

"Then...well," Bei Xiaowu cleared his throat, looked around, but fortunately there was no one around, and the clerk was holding his mobile phone behind the counter, "Then I'll sing."

"Happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you...happy birthday to you..."

Bei Xiaowu's voice ranged from low to high, and it was not outstanding in the shop where the deep jazz was playing, but it was poured into Jiang Lai's ears exactly.

Jiang Lai was ready to make fun of Bei Xiaowu, but he didn't expect that the child's voice was muffled and deep, as if it had a natural reverberation effect, and it was surprisingly nice.

Jiang Lai couldn't hide his emotion and blew a whistle that wasn't very loud.

Bei Xiaowu sang it once, as if he still couldn't finish it, he smiled and pressed his hands together, "Don't rush to cheer, there is an English version."

Jiang Lai was amused by Bei Xiaowu, and he was happy that his hands were not light or heavy, and then the condensed milk in his hand popped out without light or heavy.

A big shoal was sprayed on Bei Xiaowu's face without any warning.

Bei Xiaowu screamed, and when he realized it was just condensed milk, he narrowed his eyes with a smile and stretched out his tongue to lick his lower lip, "Ha, it's so sweet."

The condensed milk melted quickly when heated, dripping down Bei Xiaowu's chin onto the front of his clothes.He hurriedly found a paper towel to wipe, but Jiang Lai suddenly stared blankly as if he had been frozen by a freeze technique.

Bei Xiaowu seems to be a big kid already. He is not a small group that was hugged by his mother when he was a child, nor is he a chasing boy who ran wildly with his playmates in the alley with a trumpet in his hand. Aesthetic tall boys.

Suddenly, this idea rushed into Jiang Lai's mind.Then, he swallowed dryly with a bit of shame.

In the light golden halo, the boy's unscrupulous smile continued, but Jiang Lai put his hand on his thigh and squeezed himself hard.

Jiang Lai guessed that he might have suddenly lost the fantasy object of Sun Jing, so he was insane, and he couldn't wait to change himself to a new sustenance, so as to relieve some kind of impulse in the restless period of youth.

This sudden hotness, without warning or reason, was still aimed at a person who was about to become a younger brother.For the first time, Jiang Lai secretly scolded himself for being shameless.

Bei Xiaowu has grown taller, his voice has changed, his palms are broad and powerful, there is a layer of hairy beard on his chin facing the sun, and the slight rolling of his Adam's apple has already marked him as a grown up.

You can no longer treat him like a little kid, he has become a majestic young man...

Bei Xiaowu was afraid that the old lady You Lianhua would nag again if his clothes were dirty, so he wiped it with his palm, and the paper in the napkin box was taken out, leaving his sticky hands with no place to rest.

Bei Xiaowu noticed that Jiang Lai's eyes were dull, so he stretched out his palm covered with condensed milk and shook it in front of Jiang Lai.

Jiang Lai still didn't move, Bei Xiaowu moved a little further.

Jiang Lai came back to his senses, his cheeks were slightly red, he didn't say anything, but avoided Bei Xiaowu's gaze.

Bei Xiaowu didn't know what happened to Jiang Demon King, it was probably because people who study art are naturally prone to being attacked by inspiration.

Bei Xiaowu took the courage to move his arm forward an inch, and the condensed milk on his finger was almost painted on the tip of Jiang Lai's nose.

Ordinarily, Demon King Jiang should get up immediately to win the round, but Bei Xiaowu didn't wait for any counterattack from Jiang Lai.

Instead, Jiang Lai said faintly, as if deliberately suppressing certain emotions: "Don't make trouble."

Bei Xiaowu got up bored and went to the bathroom to wash his hands. When he came back, Jiang Lai was pulling out the birthday candles and eating one of the muffins alone.

Gobble it up, and just say that you don't like eating cakes!

Bei Xiaowu shrugged his shoulders and snickered, picked up another cake and forcibly touched the one held in Jiang Lai's hand, "Did I sing the birthday song for nothing?"

Jiang Lai's smile was a little stiff, and he shook his head slightly, "Thank you, I am very happy."

Why did he say he was very happy, but still had an obviously irritated expression.

Bei Xiaowu couldn't figure it out, looked at the condensed milk that was pasted into two balls on the cake, and licked it with the tip of his tongue.

again? !

Jiang Lai glanced at Bei Xiaowu's action out of the corner of his eye, and the hot feeling that he had suppressed just now returned.

It must be that Xue Man has been messing around to eat recently, feeding himself too much food, the nutrition is too good, Jiang Lai comforted himself like this.

After returning home, Jiang Lai lay down in front of the desk and lifted the curtain to look at the figure in the east wing opposite, the more he looked, the more he couldn't understand himself.

The weird psychological reaction just now was even more frightening than when I first realized that I liked boys.

Jiang Lai put down the curtains, telling himself that the only bottom line is to be a good brother, and don't think about anything else, especially don't think about Bei Xiaowu.

The snow outside the window was getting heavier, the walnut tree in the yard was already covered with a layer of silver, and the eaves on the opposite side also had a faint silver color, but the ground was wet, looking cold and greasy.

The lights in the yard came on, and Xue Man walked in the yard on platform shoes, and knocked on the door of Bei Xiaowu's room.

Jiang Lai couldn't hear what they said, and after a while, Xue Man walked towards his room again.

Jiang Lai got up and opened the door, and Xue Man was holding a bowl of hot wontons on a tray.

She took off her muddy shoes, squeezed into Jiang Lai's room barefoot, put the bowl on the desk, and nestled into the single sofa.

Is it food again?Jiang Lai instinctively refused, bowed his head and remained silent.

"Son, happy birthday." Xue Man said with a smile while helping Jiang Lai tidy up the clothes scattered on the back of the sofa.

"You remember?" Jiang Lai asked casually, turning the pen in his hand.

"Always remember, a few days ago when your Uncle Tiangui said he was angry and you wanted to get the motorcycle back, I had already circled it on the calendar. And today's bowl of wontons was made by Grandma Xiaobei, so I didn't use dark cooking Serve you. Look at how kind I am, how hard you are on your birthday."

Jiang Lai pursed his lips, and fanned his palms on the wonton bowl. The aroma of sesame oil made his cheeks sour.

Since it was made by Grandma Bei Xiaowu, Jiang Lai felt relieved. He swept the bowl in front of him, took a mouthful of the soup with a spoon, and asked, "What wontons did you eat tonight?"

Xue Man was in the studio during the day, and came back at an uncertain time at night. He wanted to study dark dishes, but Jiang Lai always left it to Jiang Lai to swallow, so he went to Lao Bei's house for dinner a long time ago.

Especially after the door was opened between the courtyard walls of the two families, Xue Man spent all day at Grandma Bei Xiaowu's place.

Xue Man nodded, "Yes, your Uncle Tiangui called in the afternoon and said he wanted to eat this."

Only then did Jiang Lai remember that Bei Tiangui had come, and wondered if he had seen his message, and if he had made the trip to the north ring road in vain.

"My uncle hasn't come back yet?" Jiang Lai asked.

Xue Man shook his head: "No, I don't answer the phone, I don't know why I'm always so busy all day long."