The Tip of the Gangster’s Heart

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The man narrowed his eyes, hugged her waist, and remained silent.

quite a while,

Only then did a low "hmm".

Only then did Fu Sheng regain his freedom.

She stood up, the silk cloth on her body was cool and comfortable,

Although exposed.

Fu Sheng looked down, then glanced at someone again, and muttered softly,

"Stinking rogue."

think about it,

She casually went to the closet to get a bath towel and put it on her body,

In this way, most of the places were covered, which gave her a sense of security.

Su Muhan stood quietly behind, staring at her with burning eyes.

Fu Sheng looked at the time,

Slowly, it was already past nine o'clock,

It's time, too.

She turned her head and ordered Su Muhan sternly,

"You are here, don't move, I will go to the living room to drink some water."

Su Muhan pursed his lips, sat on the edge of the bed, nodded, "Okay."

Fu Sheng then walked out of the bedroom.

She carefully took the cake out of the refrigerator,

I unpacked it and put a candle in it.

The cake is not big, only six inches,

Part of the cream on the top is slumped, and the outline is a bit rough, so people can tell that it is made by a novice at a glance.

Fu Sheng carefully brought the cake to the coffee table, and then lit the candles.

She took a deep breath, looked at the clock on the wall, and counted down slowly.

three……

two……

one……

Lights out!

Just a snap of the fingers,

The lights in the whole room went out in an instant, and it was plunged into darkness.

Only one candle on the cake was burning faintly, illuminating a small area.

Fu Sheng rubbed her hands in satisfaction, and was about to call her man,

The bedroom door opened.

in the dark,

The tall figure stood there, visibly paused,

Fusheng frowned, holding up the little cake,

Her beautiful eyes stared at him unblinking, seeming a little nervous.

The warm light illuminates her small face, and the outline is soft.

"Happy birthday, Bai Bai." She said softly,

The voice is soft, like a piece of glutinous rice cake, sweet to the bottom of my heart.

The man stands in the dark, motionless, with an unclear expression,

"...?" Fu Sheng waited for a while, but did not wait for his reaction.

"You... don't like it?"

She is distressed.

The man was silent for a moment, then walked over slowly,

He looked at the not-so-delicate cake calmly, his fingertips trembling slightly,

"You did it?"

"Yeah!" Fusheng looked at him expectantly and nervously, "Is it good-looking?"

This is a skill that took her half a month to learn.

She did it all day today,

Although it was still not as good-looking as those made by professional masters in the end, she was already very satisfied.

Fusheng was held in front of him like offering a treasure,

"Now, we're going to sing Happy Birthday."

Speaking of this, she suddenly shrunk her nose, a little embarrassed,

"Although singing birthday songs is a bit old-fashioned, and I can't sing very well—"

Su Muhan took the cake in her hand, put it on the coffee table with a calm expression,

Fu Sheng followed suit, poking her finger, "I'll sing the birthday song later, if I get out of tune, don't laugh... Otherwise, I'll be embarrassed."

"knew."

The man pursed his lips and sat on the sofa,

With a calm expression on his face, he held her hand, and suddenly remembered something, with a bit of doubt in his tone,

"Can I make a wish?"

Fu Sheng was taken aback, then nodded, "Yes."

"I'll finish singing, then you make a wish, and then we'll blow out the candles together."

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Don't click on the next two chapters, the chapters are messed up.

(56) It’s lost in the skirt, move if you want to see it... [heart tired]