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Wen Song was taken aback.

Then he thought of the difference between the Qin family and ordinary families that he had glimpsed around Qin Shi before.

He knew that Qin Shi had a bad relationship with the Qin family.

But, never even a birthday?

What kind of place was the Qin family in Qin Dynasty?

"Why is it not your birthday?" Wen Song asked, his voice dry: "Can you tell me?"

"Because of that woman."

Qin Shi paused, then continued: "That's my biological mother. For her, getting me wrong was the beginning of ruining everything for her. The day I was born was also the most painful day for her, so when I was young , Every time it comes to my birthday, I have to witness her hysterical collapse, and she does her best to let me know how much she hates my existence."

"Okay, don't talk about it." Wen Song restrained his breathing rate, raised his hand to touch Qin Shi's back, and from the perspective that Qin Shi couldn't see, his face was full of anger.

Just hearing what Qin Shi said, Wen Song couldn't accept it anymore. He couldn't imagine how Qin Shi lived in the Qin family for so many years in the past. The memory of the family only remained cold.

Although Wen Song was somewhat restrained, Qin Shi still noticed Wen Song's emotional changes. In fact, he didn't care much about it anymore. After so many years, he had already recognized the fact that the family was not worth his time and wasted. Focus on it.

"It's okay." Qin Shi said to Wen Song in a soothing tone: "You should also know this, I don't want you to know these things about me from outsiders that day."

"Okay." Wen Song nodded.

So they hugged each other like this. Accompanied by candlelight, they listened to Qin Shi tell all about his Qin family's past, which was pretty much the same as what he had guessed in his heart before Wen Song, but the feeling of hearing what Qin Shi said personally was still the same. the same.

Qin Shi's tone was too flat, as if he was telling someone else's experience from a third perspective.

The calmer he is, the more Wen Song loves him, and the more he hates the three members of the Qin family.

"Are you very angry?" Qin Shi asked with his head tilted, his lips pressed against Wen Song's ear.

Wen Song nodded: "Well, very angry, how could they treat my boyfriend like this, I was so angry, I was so angry that I wanted to hit someone, if Qin Sinian stood in front of me at this time, I would definitely beat him hard! "

He has always been very gentle towards people, and he doesn't seem to have any temper, but Qin Shi was amused by his harsh words now.

Qin Shi thought for a moment and said, "Qin Sinian may really not be able to beat you."

Wen Song's skills in martial arts scenes are there. No matter how scheming Qin Sinian is, he is just a college student who has just entered college. He is only 1.8 meters tall, but his physique can't even withstand a punch from him.

"But you don't need to fight with him." Qin Shi straightened up and said seriously: "I will deal with him, you will only dirty your hands if you do."

Wen Song frowned: "But what should I do if I get angry when I think of him?"

Qin Shi thought for a while and said, "Then you think about me more, don't you mean that you will be happy when you think about me?"

Wen Song didn't hold back, and turned his head to laugh for a moment, but when he saw the half-burned candle, he became anxious: "Hurry up, make a wish, the candle will be gone!"

All the bad things about the Qin family were left behind by them, and giving Qin Shi a happy birthday is the most important thing right now.

Wen Song dragged Qin Shi to the cake, and told him: "Make a wish before blowing out the candles, don't say your wish, it won't work if you say it."

Qin Shi looked at him with a serious face, as if he was working on some serious and grand project, the corners of his lips were raised wantonly, and his eyes were full of smiles.

"it is good."

Qin Shi closed his eyes facing the candle, and made his first birthday wish in his heart.

He hoped that Wen Song would be safe and happy forever.

"Ok?"

Seeing Qin Shi's eyelids move, Wen Song asked.

Qin Shi opened his eyes to see his nervous and expectant face, and couldn't help but hook his lips into a smile: "Okay."

Although saying things like wishes would not come true, Wen Song was still a little curious about what kind of birthday wish Qin Shi would make.

"What wish did you make?"

As soon as Wen Song finished asking, before Qin Shi could speak, he waved his hands again and again: "Forget it, it won't work if you say it. Don't satisfy my curiosity."

Qin Shi smiled: "Then can I blow out the candles now?"

"Hurry up!" Wen Song looked at the number 29 on the cake and said to himself, "Fortunately, I asked the hotel for edible candles."

Seeing him like this, Qin Shi still smiled, and moved closer to stop him, but he heard Song call him to stop him.

"Hey wait..." Wen Song said, "Do you want me to take a photo of you? Usually, I take photos to record this moment on birthdays."

"Okay." Qin Shi readily agreed.

He readily surprised Wen Song, took out his phone and said, "I thought you wouldn't like taking pictures."

Work already has to face countless cameras, and fans will take pictures of them during the trip. Qin Shi doesn't like to face the camera in private, and there are very few life photos. Every time Ji Zhengqing asks for business, he just perfunctory Ask Chen Yao to take a few photos between work.

"It's different, this is a record." Qin Shi smiled slightly and said, "Recording the first birthday you gave me is also the most meaningful birthday in my life."

Wen Song pursed his lips and smiled, but he couldn't suppress the smile in his eyes, and urged him embarrassedly: "Hurry up, hurry up, I'm ready to take pictures!"

Qin Shi lowered his eyes, lowered his head close to the cake, and blew the candles.

click-

The camera freezes the time at this moment. Although the man in the photo is not smiling, there is gentleness and joy in the corners of his eyes and brows.

Wen Song was very satisfied with this photo, but when he took off the candle and was about to cut the cake, Qin Shi held down his hand.

"what happened?"

Qin Shi took out his mobile phone: "This is the cake you made for me, and I want to take a picture too."

Qin Shi looked for the angle and took a few shots before he took a photo that he was most satisfied with.

"I don't seem to have told you that I made the cake, did I?" Wen Song was a little surprised.

Qin Shi put away his phone, and said in a natural tone, "Is it hard to guess? You smell like butter all over your body. I want to eat you more than cake."

Wen Song was silent for a moment, he always didn't know how to respond to Shang Qin Shi's serious remarks like this.

"It took a lot of effort to hide it from me." Qin Shi raised his eyebrows: "You have been lying to me since yesterday. You have to catch a flight today."

Wen Song touched his nose: "Isn't that to surprise you, aren't you happy?"

Qin Shi bent his lips and looked at him, his eyes were gentle and meaningful: "Happy, thank you for your hard work."

Wen Song was satisfied, couldn't stop laughing, and couldn't help feeling complacent, picked up the cake and shoveled it and cut it: "This is actually the first time I made a birthday cake. I used to make small pastries at home. It really took a lot of money." I put a lot of thought into it, and I even consulted the pastry chef at the hotel, I won’t show you the previous imperfect works, this is the version I am most satisfied with.”

"There is nothing imperfect." Qin Shi said, "From your hand, everything is perfect to me."

"I'm getting better at talking." Wen Song smiled and inserted a piece of cake with cream to Qin Shi's mouth: "Taste how it tastes."

Qin Shishun opened his mouth obediently, and ate the cake that Wen Song handed to his mouth.

The sweet but not greasy cream mixed with the egg scent, the fluffy cake embryo melted in his mouth, and the slightly bitter taste of chocolate inside neutralized the sweetness of the cream, making Qin Shi, who never liked cakes, I think this cake is delicious.

"How is it?" Wen Song looked at Qin Shi expectantly, without blinking his eyes.

"Delicious." Qin Shi swallowed the food in his mouth and said, "It's delicious."

"really?"

Wen Song didn't seem to believe it, so he bent down and took a bite to taste it himself. In fact, he thought it tasted the same, much worse than the taste he had in some cake shops before. He felt that Qin Shi was wearing a filter to say This sentence is true, but for him, it is actually useful.

"Haven't you tried it yourself?" Qin Shi looked at him and asked.

Wen Song said: "I tried it, but I don't know if you will like it. I still feel that it is not as delicious as the cake shops I used to eat. It is really professional."

"It's different." Qin Shi said.

"Huh?" Wen Song raised his head, didn't quite understand the meaning of his words, and didn't know that he had some cream on his mouth and didn't eat it, "What's the difference?"

Qin Shi looked down at him, his eyes fell on Wen Song's face and the corners of his mouth, and the corners of his lips curled up slightly: "No matter how delicious those cake shops are, you didn't make them yourself."

Wen Song frowned, with smiles in his eyes, and boasted: "You can really talk, Teacher Qin's mouth has turned sweet after eating the cake!"

Qin Shi gradually approached, looking at Wen Song intently, his deep and gentle eyes seemed to swallow people up, and he was willing.

He lowered his voice, low and gentle: "Is your mouth sweet, do you want to taste it?"

When he said this, the distance between them had been drawn very close by Qin Shi, the tip of their nose was lowered, the sweet cream and each other's breath were entangled, the ambiguous factor was in their gradually accelerating breathing and heartbeat, and there was a little Spread out in the rising body temperature bit by bit.

"taste."

Wen Song didn't even have time to make a nod. The moment he made the sound, Qin Shi pinched the back of his neck and raised his head to meet his kiss.

When making the cake, Wen Song tasted it many times and tried many times before he could make a creamy taste with just the right amount of sweetness, but now he tasted the saliva exchanged with each other, and felt that the cream was still too sweet.

Before being kissed all the way to the bed, Wen Song's final state of mind made him miss the cake he spent a lot of time making, and they didn't even eat a few bites. If this continues, there will be no more time to eat the cake. It will take a long time The taste of the cake will be compromised.

Qin Shi heard him struggling to squeeze out a few small reminders, and finally got impatient, let go of him, got up, walked quickly to the door of the room, and pushed the cake.

In Wen Song's half-supported body and casting doubtful eyes, Qin Shi said in a hoarse voice, "I'll eat later, so I can replenish your strength."

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