To You, My Beloved

When Feng Yiyi mentioned this, Gu Qingcheng suddenly remembered that it was Tang Shi's birthday.

As for Tang Shi's birthday invitation... Gu Qingcheng glanced at Tang Shi secretly, but he didn't mention it in front of him.

It was naturally impossible for Gu Qingcheng to tell Feng Yiyi that she had not received a birthday invitation, and then see her triumphant eyes, so he just smiled, chose to remain silent, and gave Feng Yiyi an ambiguous answer.

Feng Yiyi did not see Gu Qingcheng's embarrassment, so she thought that Gu Qingcheng had already received the invitation to Tang Shi's birthday party, so she turned away and ignored Gu Qingcheng: Brother Shi, have you ordered a birthday cake?

Tang Shi seemed to be very interested in this topic and closed the computer directly: The birthday party was not arranged by me. It has always been arranged by my eldest sister. But when I said this, I suddenly remembered that the eldest sister said that this time I need to order more cakes with different flavors. After all, everyone has different tastes. Yiyi, what flavor do you like?

Feng Yiyi didn't expect that Tang Shi would actually care about her taste. Her eyebrows were filled with excitement. She asked, Can I choose two more flavors?

Tang Shi nodded slightly.

After receiving Tang Shi's permission, Feng Yiyi tilted her head and thought for a moment, then said, Strawberry and purple sweet potato.

Tang Shi said hmm and remembered it. Then suddenly, he turned his head to look at Gu Qingcheng and asked, What about you?

Gu Qingcheng thought that she was a redundant person standing here. Suddenly she heard Tang Shi ask about her favorite cake flavor. She was stunned for a moment, and then a trace of warmth appeared in her heart. From the time she returned to China to now, Tang Shi He has always had a disgusting and bad attitude towards her, and now he comes to ask her about her taste. Does this mean that there is still hope for her?

Although Gu Qingcheng was excited in her heart, she didn't show it like Feng Yiyi did. She thought about it, and then said to Tang Shi, Matcha flavor.

In fact, she not only didn't like matcha-flavored cakes, but she actually hated them. The flavor she really liked was vanilla, but it was matcha-flavored. It was Tang Shi's favorite cake flavor, so she pretended that she liked it too, but she didn't. For other reasons, I just hope that we can share his preferences for cakes.

When Tang Shi heard the words matcha flavour, a sneer appeared on Tang Shi's expression for a moment. She stared at Gu Qingcheng and said in a strange tone: Matcha flavour, right? That's really unlucky. , what I hate most is matcha flavored cake, it makes me sick when I see it!”

When Feng Yiyi heard this, the corners of her lips suddenly curled up.

Under Tang Shi's ridicule and Feng Yiyi's complacency, Gu Qingcheng's face instantly lost all color.