That flirtatious slut is damn sweet

Qiao Jiao has been suffering from headaches these days because of Shen's work, so Fusheng managed to steal half a day's leisure, so she and Lin Shuyi leaned side by side on the sofa in the lounge and sipped milk tea.

"Ah, I'm exhausted..."

Qiao Jiao stretched her waist greatly: "When Shen Yiyuan recovers, throw Shen Shi back to him, and I will go back to Mo Jinhuai and continue to be a salted fish."

"Hehe, you only know Mr. Mo now," Lin Shuyi teased Qiao Jiao, "It's just a date at night, so you dress yourself like a small gift, and wait for Mr. Mo to unpack it?"

As if thinking of something suddenly, Lin Shuyi let go of the straw in his mouth, and turned his head suddenly: "Xiaojiao! Tomorrow is your birthday!"

Qiao Jiao was taken aback.

Lin Shuyi poked him with his elbow: "Your own birthday, you forgot, didn't you?"

Qiao Jiao has been on the run and on the run for the past few years, and his life has been muddled, how can he be in the mood to celebrate his birthday?If Lin Shuyi hadn't reminded him, he really wouldn't have noticed.

"Another year, how time flies..."

This year has changed so much, Qiao Jiao couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

"It's not fast, you must have a good birthday this year!" Lin Shuyi grabbed Qiao Jiao's hand.

His little friend has had a miserable life in the past few years, and he has no intention of celebrating his birthday.

Now that the hardships have finally come to an end, and my relationship and career are stable, I should pay more attention to such an important day as my birthday.

"Is Mr. Mo going to make a fuss for you?" Lin Shuyi asked.

Qiao Jiao was really stumped by this question.

Mo Jinhuai's mobile phone password is his birthday, so it is reasonable to say that he will not forget it, but the man didn't mention it during the video call yesterday, and it seems that he didn't intend to prepare for his birthday, probably because he doesn't care.

But Qiao Jiao was not angry either.

Originally, birthdays are something that young girls pay more attention to, but men don't need to take it too seriously.

Mo Jinhuai himself didn't celebrate his birthday specially, because he was busy on the one hand, and he was afraid of troubles on the other.

If the head of the Mo family announced his birthday to the public, the threshold of the Mo family might be trampled down by those who came to celebrate his birthday.

However, there is another reason why Mo Jinhuai doesn't like celebrating birthdays: Men feel that once they celebrate a birthday, they will be one year older, so they just don't have such a thing, and they can maintain their vitality.

Qiao Jiao felt that the idea of ​​a dead man was quite reasonable.

Ever since her mother left, Qiao Jiao didn't have much interest in such formalistic activities as "birthday", so it's better to live a normal life.

"Probably not. Mo Jinhuai is very busy, and I am also busy recently. I haven't seen each other for several days. I probably won't take care of this." Qiao Jiao thought for a while, and answered truthfully.

Lin Shuyi raised her delicate eyebrows: "How can that be? This is the day you came into this world, it's very important!"

"No, no, no!" Before Qiao Jiao could speak, Lin Shuyi rushed to say, "It doesn't matter that Mr. Mo is busy, we will take care of it for you! I will discuss it with Dr. Fu when I go back today, and I promise to give you an unforgettable night!"

Qiao Jiao shook her head hurriedly: "Don't, don't, you don't have to bother. It's better not to pass the one-year-old stuff once, just keep the normal state."

Young Master Lin was brought up with support. His father didn't have any other hobbies. Apart from making food, his specialty was pampering his son. The most important thing every year was his birthday, so how could there be a saying that Lin Shuyi didn't miss his birthday?

But he couldn't refute Qiao Jiao face to face.

In case Xiaojiao really minded that Mr. Mo didn't celebrate his birthday, so he knocked his teeth down and swallowed in his stomach, then if he continued talking, wouldn't it make Qiao Jiao sad.

It doesn't matter, he will start preparations when he goes back today, and he will definitely have time to surprise Qiao Jiao tomorrow.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuyi has no time to accompany Qiao Jiao down leisurely.

He also wanted to make a cake for Qiao Jiao himself!

Young Master Lin casually found a reason to bid farewell to Qiao Jiao, and ran away in a hurry.

Qiao Jiao is too busy in Shen's these days, his output is too high, and he is extremely lazy. Lin Shuyi didn't ask him to send him off, so he just continued to lie in the lounge.

Raising his hand and shaking the milk tea cup to the light, he murmured boredly: "Birthday... I don't know if the dead man still remembers that time..."

A few years ago, Qiao's mother passed away, and Mo Jinhuai bought Qiao Jiao with a check.

Entering the familiar Mo's house, he felt a little sad in a trance.

Mo's house is still as brilliant as ever, but his family is going into decline; Mo Jinhuai can already run the Mo's steadily, but he is just a little kid who can't take care of his mother when his mother is gone.

At that time, Qiao Jiao lived in Mo Zhai in a daze with admiration and attachment to men.

He remembered that it was also very cold that year, staying in the house, he couldn't even go to the balcony, as soon as the doors and windows were opened, the cold wind could force him back.

Qiao Jiao returned to the room, took a sip of hot water to warm her body, and glanced at the electronic calendar on the desktop out of the corner of her eye.

—Today is his birthday.

His birthday was in winter, and he couldn't imagine how his mother gave birth to him in such a cold season more than ten years ago...

He wrapped himself in a blanket, curled himself up on the sofa, and closed his eyes.

Except for his mother, no one in this world will celebrate his birthday... No, maybe no one remembers his birthday at all.

It doesn't matter, he, Qiao Xiaojiao, is not a weak chicken, he can live a good life alone!

But why is the nose a little sour and the eye sockets a little astringent?

I miss my mother so much...

The picture of his mother's life flashed in his chaotic brain, frame by frame, every year for his birthday, his mother carefully prepared, and how happy he was in the past, how sad he is now, what has passed away will never come back, And now he...has nothing.

The picture in my mind stays in the state of my mother lying on the hospital bed before she died, with sunken eye sockets and broken bones. The beautiful mother in the past is now like a flower that is about to wither and wither.

Qiao Jiao seemed to see life passing away from her mother like grains of sand...

He wanted to cry, but couldn't. He could only look at his mother with two big, empty eyes.

At this last moment, he should have said something, but his lips squirmed and he couldn't utter a word.

It was the mother who said with difficulty in a voice like a bellows: "Look...find Jinhuai...you, your elder brother Huai...will protect you..."

Qiao Jiao opened her eyes suddenly, her body was obviously covered with a blanket, but it was not warm at all, it was very cold.

He looked around the cage-like room, thinking of Mo Jinhuai's indifferent attitude towards him since he came to Mo's house.

Even if he sent himself to Mo Jinhuai's bed on the first night he came, the man accepted him, but afterwards it was like treating a toy he bought, it's fine to play with it, and he didn't look at him much the next day at a glance...

Mother, do you know that Brother Huai may protect me, but he doesn't necessarily want to protect me...

Having to do something because of a responsibility is different from doing something voluntarily.

Qiao Jiao buried her head in her knees, curled up in the blanket, and fell asleep again in a daze.

He didn't know how long he had been asleep, but when he was half asleep and half awake, he heard a knock on the door.

Qiao Jiao opened his eyes, calmed down, and then quickly rushed to open the door.

—Brother Huai!It must be Brother Huai!He didn't forget his birthday!

Rushed to the door, the boy stopped suddenly, straightened his hair with his hands, rubbed his eyes, tried to make himself feel better, and then opened the door.

Before the smile dissipated, it froze in embarrassment.

No one was outside.

There was only one dining car with a beautiful cake with candles on it.

There is not even a word of congratulations, only the trembling and dancing candles, as if dancing a birthday dance for him.

Qiao Jiao slumped his shoulders.

Mo Jinhuai remembered his birthday, which made him very happy.

But can't say I wasn't disappointed.

The man knows to buy him a cake, but he doesn't want to live with him...

This is the difference between responsibility and voluntariness.

Qiao Jiao thought so at the time.

Lost, he silently pulled the cake trolley back to the room without moving, just staring at the few candles until they burned out...

Ding--!

— A text message rings, pulling Qiao Jiao out of the unpleasant memories.

He took out his phone and glanced at it. It was a message from Mo Jinhuai.

[Huai: I'm ready to leave the company, see you later. 】

Oh.

He was about to reply when he received another text message.

It was still from Mo Jinhuai.

The man was particularly awkward, as if he hadn't finished the last sentence and was struggling with whether he should say the second half.

[Huai: Miss you, wait for me. 】

"Hey...idiot..."

Qiao Jiao scolded, but he didn't know whether it was Mo Jinhuai who scolded, or the original self.

The corners of her mouth turned up at some point, if Qiao Jiao looked in the mirror right now, she would definitely be overwhelmed by the sweet smile on her face.

In the past, he was too stupid, thinking that men didn't like him, and he was very pessimistic about everything.

But looking back now, it's easy to explain why Mo Jinhuai only gave him a cake, but didn't celebrate his birthday with him.

With how much the dead man attaches importance to him, coupled with this weird personality, it must be because he did those things to him ungently before, and he is currently feeling guilty.

And the awkward man, I don't know how to face him.

So, I bought a cake and put it at the door. People must be hiding in a corner and watching him secretly.

If one day he can be a little smarter, instead of dragging the cake into the house sadly, he will look around carefully and say no

You will surely find the dead man hiding in the corner.

Two big idiots...

It's really not easy for two people who are so stupid to come together in the end.

Qiao Jiao poked his finger at the phone screen, and sent a message back to Mo Jinhuai: [Well, wait for you, I miss you too. 】

The moment the man far away from Mo's received this text message, all the expressions on his face softened, and his lips slowly curled into an arc.

The secretary standing next to him was terrified.

Is it raining red?He actually saw their President Bingshan... laughing? !

Not only did Mo Jinhuai smile, but the smile gradually deepened, and he stared at the text message for a long time while pinching his phone.

He could almost imagine Qiao Jiao on the other end of the phone shyly responding to the message from this line of small words.

The man suddenly became anxious like a cat's paw.

I can't bear it, I can't wait.

If possible, he really wanted to fly to Qiao Jiao's side immediately.

Mo Jinhuai didn't delay any longer, put away his phone, took his suit, and put it on neatly while walking.

"President, do you need to arrange a driver?" The secretary trotted behind and asked.

"No," President Mo Da gave a reason in a rare good mood, "What kind of driver should I bring for the date?"

After finishing speaking, he strode into the elevator with an unrecognizable pace and threw the secretary away.

The secretary who was shown a face: "..."

What's so great about dating?Just don't need a driver!You are on a date, and I am going on a date with the driver brother too!

The secretary shook his head, twisted his waist and walked away.

Mo Jinhuai was in a great mood.

If it weren't for tone deafness, he would even want to sing while driving.

Thinking that Qiao Jiao was waiting for him, President Mo seemed to have turned into a young boy who was in love for the first time.

No wonder everyone loves dating, because sweet!

In the future, he will try all these things that he has never tried with Qiao Jiao before!

Suddenly, a call came in.

The mobile phone is connected to the intelligent system in the car, and the voice prompt sounds: "Little daughter-in-law is calling, is it connected?"

"Go." Mo Jinhuai's voice was brisk.

After the call was connected, there was no voice on the other end of the phone, only rustling, as if the signal was not good.

"Don't worry baby, I'm on my way." Mo Jinhuai said softly.

There was still no sound on the other end of the phone. After a few seconds, a rough and hoarse male voice sounded: "Mo Jinhuai, your baby is in my hands."

The steering wheel turned sharply, and the silver supercar made a sharp brake sound on the deserted road, almost causing an accident.

Mo Jinhuai stopped the car, panted heavily, and asked hoarsely, "... Qiao Chen?"