He Zhimo glanced at the girl sideways and said softly, "It's just a little unexpected that you would know about my relationship with her."

Tang Susu was stunned.

Suddenly I thought of He Zhimo's life. His father died early, and he depended on his grandfather for life.

I can't help but feel sorry for him.

Fortunately, although he had an unfortunate childhood, when he grew up, many people would like him and love him.

She bowed and said seriously, "In the future, many people will celebrate your birthday."

The boy suddenly lowered his head and looked at her seriously.

She was stunned, but couldn't understand the emotions in his eyes, so she could only smile at him.

She happily walked to the table, pulled out a chair for He Zhimo, and exaggeratedly gestured with her slender white fingers, "Come and sit down, we have the birthday boy today!"

The boy stepped forward and also helped the girl next to him pull out her chair.

Tang Susu was stunned for a moment, then smiled happily, "You pull out the chair for me, and I'll pull out the chair for you. Why don't we just sit on our own?"

But she still sat down and He Zhimo pulled out a chair for her.

She reached out, picked up the Japanese hat on the table, and put it on the head of the young man next to her, "He Zhimo, put on a Japanese hat."

He Zhimo lowered his head and put on his hat obediently.

If you have known him before, you will definitely be surprised.

The cowardly boy was not afraid of being beaten or humiliated. His only weak spot was his head, and he would not allow anyone to touch it.

Now, he actually bowed his head for a woman.

Tang Susu was busy putting in the candles again. "After today, you'll be 17."

She put 17 candles in the air, picked up the matches beside her, and carefully lit them.

"It's time to make a wish!" She turned her head and saw the young man staring at her.

She was stunned, and touched her fair face with her slender white fingers, "There shouldn't be anything on my face!"

She lowered her head and looked for a mirror in her bag. Seeing that there was indeed nothing on her face, she felt relieved.

She looked at He Zhimo with a smile, "Close your eyes and make a wish!"

The next second, she called him again, "Wait a minute, we haven't sung the sun song yet!"

She sat next to He Zhimo, opened her mouth gently, and sang a birthday song, "Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you..."

She sang twice, but the birthday boy didn't speak.

"He Zhimo, sing!"

The young man was startled, then turned his head to look at her and said in a deep voice, "Just sing it."

Tang Susu held her chin with her hand and shook her head, "No, you're the birthday girl, you have to sing too."

The boy said nothing.

Tang Susu's slender white fingers gently tugged at the corner of his clothes, "Sing, you have such a nice voice, you must be able to sing."

The girl's voice is soft, with a long ending, like a cat acting coquettishly.

He Zhimo lowered his eyes and looked at her.

Tang Susu pouted her red lips and said, "Come on, if you don't want to sing, then don't sing. Let me sing!"

She was just trying it out, and she knew that He Zhimo would most likely not agree to it. After all, with his personality, it would be strange if he actually started singing.

Even in private, it was just the two of them.

She turned her head to look at He Zhimo, and the young man looked at her with deep dark eyes.

Her heart skipped a beat, and for some reason she didn't dare to sing to him.

She turned around, resting her slender white fingers on her cheek, looking at the flickering candlelight on the birthday cake, and slowly spoke.

"Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you..."

The girl's voice is soft and pleasant to the ear, and it carries a cheerful mood and is particularly contagious.

Tang Susu sang the last note of the song,

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

The next second, she heard the young man next to her humming softly with her.

"happy birthday to you."

The boy's deep and hoarse voice carries a unique charm that makes people jump without hesitation.

She was stunned, her eyes wide open in disbelief.

He Zhimo actually sang.

In fact, he was not as withdrawn as she thought, and he was also willing to communicate with others.

She clapped her hands happily.

"It's so beautiful, He Zhimo, your singing is just too beautiful to listen to!"

He Zhimo lowered his eyes and looked at the girl's exaggerated expression. Even though he knew she was trying to coax him, his heart still skipped a beat.

Tang Susu watched the candles burn, pulled He Zhimo, and said expectantly, "He Zhimo, make a wish quickly."

The young man raised his eyes slightly, looked at her, and gently closed his charming peach blossom eyes.

He never believed in making wishes.

Just believe that if you want something, you have to work hard to get it.

If you can’t get it for the time being, then just bear with it.

When it comes to what he wants, he always hits the target with one shot.