A complicated look flashed across Liu Qing's eyes, and after a moment he added, "That's good. Are you full? When you're full, Dad will go shopping with you and buy you a birthday present."
Liu Zhiyuan didn't care about any birthday gifts, but she rarely spent time with her father, so she happily took her father's arm and went shopping.
Dad picked out two sets of clothes for her.
When he reached the men's clothing store, Liu Zhiyuan stopped.
Liu Zhiyuan finally brought her father into this men's clothing boutique.
She picked out two outfits and insisted on paying for them herself.
One is for my dad and the other is for my uncle’s birthday.
After her birthday, she secretly looked at the marriage certificate and remembered her uncle's birthday.
She always thought simply that since marriage was a fact, she had to learn to take care of the uncle and get used to being someone else's mistress.
As for love, it can also be cultivated.
She and Duan Zichen had been in love for so long, but they didn't get married in the end.
And she and the uncle got married in such a hurry, maybe this was fate.
She didn't want to worry about so many things, so she just lived according to such simple and straightforward ideas and let nature take its course.
Liu Qing smiled happily as he watched his daughter happily choosing clothes for Song Ling.
To him, his daughter's happiness is the most important thing.
As for her son-in-law's family background, he actually doesn't care.
Today is my uncle's birthday.
Liu Zhiyuan rushed home from get off work early and ordered a cake on the way home.
Then she went to the vegetable market and bought a lot of his favorite vegetables (she figured it out).
Come home, put on your cute apron and cook for him.
She carefully prepared a sumptuous meal, placed a small cake in the middle of the table, put candles on it, and waited for the uncle to come back to light the candles together.
However, the uncle seems to be very busy.
She called him, but he didn't answer.
She thought he was probably having surgery and it was inconvenient for him to answer the phone.
She sat patiently at the table waiting for him.
At around eleven o'clock, his call finally got through.
"Uncle, when will you come back?" she asked happily.
After a moment of silence, Song Ling replied, "In half an hour."
Liu Zhiyuan smiled and suppressed the little snicker in her heart, but she didn't celebrate his birthday.
She thinks men are careless.
Maybe he forgot that today was his birthday, so she planned to give him a little surprise.
Half an hour later, Liu Zhiyuan, lying on the balcony, saw the car parked in the parking space downstairs of his house.
She ran to the door excitedly.
Hearing the elevator open, she suddenly opened the door and pulled Song Ling forward.
"Happy birthday, uncle!"
Song Ling froze in place. Liu Zhiyuan pointed at the table full of dishes and said with a smile, "How is it? Surprise? Your little wife specially prepared red wine for your birthday."
The uncle said nothing and remained silent.
Liu Zhiyuan said happily again: "Look, what I made today is what you like. Come sit down and try it."
Just when she thought Song Ling would be overjoyed, he coldly shook her hand away, and his aura became even colder.
Liu Zhiyuan was frightened.
The aroma of cake continued to waft in the air, but Liu Zhiyuan felt as if snowflakes were floating, making her shudder.
She didn't understand, so she stepped forward and grabbed him, "Uncle, what's wrong with you? Why do you look unhappy? Are you tired from work today?"
Song Ling ignored her, shook off her hand, and went straight to the bathroom.
Liu Zhiyuan stepped forward and grabbed his arm, a little anxious, "What's wrong? No matter what, celebrate your birthday first. After your birthday, you will forget the unhappiness."
This time, a dark red color suddenly appeared in Song Ling's deep eyes, and he stared at her coldly.
Surprised, she quickly let go of him and stared at him in a daze.
Song Ling's thin lips curled up into a sharp arc, and he coldly forced out two words, "Shut up!"
Liu Zhiyuan looked at him with a pout, feeling a little strange.
She had been waiting for him to come back, she even lit a candle and waited for him to blow it out.
At this moment, the flickering candlelight made the atmosphere in the room a little strange.
Song Ling was so angry that his eyes jumped. He turned around suddenly and overturned the table full of food and cakes.
In his rough movement, the goblet was broken.
The fragments splashed on Liu Zhiyuan's bare feet.
She didn't even have time to put on her shoes.
At this moment, Liu Zhiyuan was terrified, full of disappointment and grievance.
Her feet might bleed, but she didn't care at all.
Seeing her full of love being destroyed so easily by Song Ling, she yelled at him uncontrollably, "Song Ling, what's wrong with you? Are you crazy?"
Song Ling's back was stiff and he remained silent.
Liu Zhiyuan felt very aggrieved, but could only swallow her tears and sneered, "Song Ling, are you crazy? Why don't you know how to respect others? Do you know how long I prepared for your birthday? I took the subway back with the cake and so many ingredients, prepared all night, and waited for you until 11:30, just to say happy birthday to you.
Why are you doing this to me? Why are you wasting my love?"
Her feet were bleeding and she staggered back two steps.
Song Ling's body trembled slightly, but he did not make any other movements.
Liu Zhiyuan shouted in disappointment, "Go! Go! Go!"
Song Ling's eyes were dim, and finally he opened the door and walked out.
The door of the living room opened and closed again. Liu Zhiyuan finally couldn't help but squat down, hugged her arms, and let the tears of grievance flow out.
Song Ling sat in the car and didn't rush to start the engine.
He looked at the lights on the 16th floor, lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and exhaled white smoke.
Something in the smoke blurred his eyes.
The text message alert sounded, Song Ling glanced at the screen and saw the familiar number.
A warm feeling flashed through his heart.
Opening the text message is just four simple words: "Happy Birthday!"
He stared at the screen for a while, then put his phone down.
That night Liu Zhiyuan almost cried all night.
Get up the next morning, clean the house, and go to work.
Liu Zhiyuan was restless all day, looking at her phone from time to time, but the screen was clean.
Damn Song Ling, he didn’t even call her after he went crazy last night.
She is also a stubborn person and feels very aggrieved about this.
Even though she had kicked him out last night, she still felt aggrieved.
It has been a week since Song Ling contacted her, and he has never returned to this home.
When Liu Zhiyuan got home from get off work, she didn't even feel like cooking.
When she lay in bed and looked at the birthday present prepared for him on the bedside table, she felt very depressed.
Finally, I simply opened the closet, threw the gift in, and never looked at it again.
It was raining again outside, with lightning and thunder.
She was alone in her bed, but she felt a little abandoned.
Close your eyes and force yourself to sleep.
When the phone rang, she sat up subconsciously, and when she saw the strange number flashing on the phone, her eyes darkened.
After the call was connected, she heard Duan Zichen's hoarse voice.
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