Chapter 40 Happy Birthday, Qiao Yanmeng
What's even stranger is that there is no one in this amusement park.
“Is this place going to close down?”
"no."
Qiao Yanmeng frowned, but quickly responded: "You are not going to book the whole place."
Seeing the man nod indifferently, Qiao Yanmeng felt an inexplicable pain in her heart. It turned out that the life of rich people was not what she could imagine.
They walked to the front of the Ferris wheel, and Zhan Tingbei turned around and looked at her: "Is it okay?"
The warm yellow light coated the man's handsome profile. At that moment, he looked like a noble prince in an oil painting, and Qiao Yanmeng unconsciously stretched out her hand and placed it in his palm.
The two got on the Ferris wheel.
The Ferris wheel rose slowly, the ground became farther and farther away, and gradually, the night view in the distance became clearer. The lights in the huge city were like the reflected starry sky. A breeze blew, and Qiao Yanmeng became more and more absorbed.
And at this moment, the sky suddenly burst into brilliant fireworks, catching her off guard.
"It's fireworks! So beautiful!"
Qiao Yanmeng couldn't help but murmur, with a subtle smile on the corner of her lips.
Looking at the girl's smiling face, Zhan Tingbei raised the corners of his sexy lips slightly.
The colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky like petals. I thought it was the end, but unexpectedly every petal bloomed again. The entire deep blue night sky seemed to be full of blooming flowers!
This is the first time I’ve seen such luxurious and beautiful fireworks!
More importantly, the fireworks did not stop, but continued to bloom, finally forming a sentence.
Happy birthday, qym.
The smile on Qiao Yanmeng's lips froze when she realized the name, and then she looked at the stern man in front of her in disbelief. He had a calm expression and outstanding temperament. Facing Qiao Yanmeng's gaze, his black eyes did not waver at all. Seeing his expression, Qiao Yanmeng immediately understood.
He had prepared all of this.
Birthday……
She hasn't celebrated her birthday since that incident five years ago, and even she has forgotten that her birthday is today.
Qiao Yanmeng's eyes felt sore and her frozen heart seemed to be slowly melting.
"Does it look good?" Zhan Tingbei opened his thin lips, his voice as mellow and charming as fine wine.
Qiao Yanmeng choked up and nodded, wanting to say thank you, but she felt that this thank you was too insignificant. The light emitted by the bright fireworks coated the man's profile, and his angular face seemed to soften, and even his voice became gentle:
"Happy birthday, Qiao Yanmeng."
Qiao Yanmeng's tears, which she had suppressed for a long time, finally wet her eyes: "...Thank you."
"Silly girl." He said softly, stroking her cheek with his slender, cold white fingers. His fingertips were covered with thin silk and were a little rough, but they made people feel at ease.
Qiao Yanmeng wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Zhan Tingbei: "I know that a lot of things have happened to you before. I won't rush you. I will always wait for you to open your heart to me."
Finally, she swallowed what she was about to say and said only one word: "Okay."
The atmosphere here is exceptionally warm, but the other side is like winter, extremely cold.
When the assistant walked into the office, he felt something was wrong. Mu Nanxuan was standing beside the bed. His mood was extremely low, and he stared at the fireworks outside the window.
The assistant put down the documents and said, "Mr. Mu..."
"Get out!"
The assistant immediately ran away in fear.
Mu Nanxuan looked at the three letters, and the pure and beautiful face of the woman appeared in his mind, but the next second, the cold and handsome face of the man appeared again.
The scene of the two kissing is still vivid in my mind.
Today is Qiao Yanmeng's birthday, and the fireworks just happened to appear. Is it a coincidence? Mu Nanxuan wanted to deceive himself, but found that he couldn't do it. When he thought that Qiao Yanmeng was really with Zhan Tingbei, his heart was torn with pain!
The woman whose eyes were once filled with only herself...
The person who would whisper to him whenever he got angry...
“Bang!”
Mu Nanxuan punched the window.
The night deepened, the moon disappeared into the clouds, and Qiao Yanmeng returned home. This was probably the most peaceful sleep she had had in the past five years, and her dreams were filled with brilliant fireworks.
Just when she was sleeping soundly, she was woken up by a knock on the door. Qiao Yanmeng looked at the time and found that it was already past eight o'clock. She guessed that it was Zhan Tingbei calling her to eat, so she hurried to open the door, but she didn't expect to see a face that she didn't want to see again.
Qiao Yanmeng closed the door almost subconsciously, but she didn't expect the man to grab the door panel as if he was prepared and then push it open with force, squeeze in and slam the door shut!