Ning Qiluo's apartment is only about 67 square meters and is a duplex. She doesn't keep pets because she doesn't have time to take care of them, so she keeps some succulents that are easy to grow naturally.
I opened the curtains, and the room became much brighter.
Ning Qiluo turned around and saw that peerless genius sitting on her sofa, leisurely drinking coffee.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea struck her, and she immediately said to Jiang Yingchi, "I'll have Jones and Edith prepare your birthday party! They're professionals! It'll save you money!"
Jones and Edith went out shopping. They told her on WeChat that they would be back to cook dinner tonight!
Jiang Yingchi said, "They are on holiday today."
Ning Qiluo waved her hand: "I didn't approve their leave! They just went shopping!"
Jiang Yingchi: "I approved it."
Ning Qiluo: "..."
Jiang Yingchi used her authority to grant Jones and Edith leave.
Ning Qiluo was a little unconvinced: "Jones and Edith clearly said they were serving me, so why would they listen to you?"
Jiang Yingchi looked up at her and said, "Because I told them that I am your fiancé."
Ning Qiluo: "!"
How could Jones and Edith believe him so easily?
Is it just because he's handsome?
She tentatively asked him, "Can you tell me why I impulsively entered the entertainment industry in the first place?"
"Didn't you already give me the answer?" Jiang Yingchi looked away.
She's already said it?
Ning Qiluo thought back for a moment.
Then the phrase "acting rashly" came to mind...
"Then could you..."
"Celebrate my birthday for me first."
His answer was mechanical, leaving no room for negotiation.
Ning Qiluo had absolutely no concept of what a 'birthday party' was.
Singing a birthday song is enough for a birthday.
They insist on having a candlelight dinner, and it has to be classy and romantic.
She'd be a fool to believe she understands romance.
So she held Jiang Yingchi's phone, slowly approached him, bent down and whispered, "Jiang Yingchi, how old are you today?"
How old...
Jiang Yingchi had already put down her coffee, leaned back slightly, and clasped her hands in front of her stomach: "How old do you think I should be?"
Ning Qiluo immediately squatted down, leaned on the armrest of the sofa, and looked up at him: "Twenty-two?"
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
He didn't answer, and his expression was so intriguing that Ning Qiluo knew she had guessed wrong.
So she guessed again: "Twenty-four? I think it's at most twenty-four, or maybe twenty-three."
After guessing, Ning Qiluo said smugly, "Look! I didn't even guess you were older. I'm only nineteen. If you were my fiancé, you definitely couldn't be much older than me."
"..." Some words suddenly stuck in my throat...
A while later.
Under Ning Qiluo's very curious gaze, Jiang Yingchi answered her, "I am twenty-eight years old this year."
"What? You're already twenty-eight?"
Ning Qiluo seemed to be greatly frightened. Her body trembled, and she suddenly stood up and took several steps back.
This tiny, seemingly unintentional action deeply touched Jiang Yingchi's heart.
Ning Qiluo couldn't believe he was already twenty-eight, so she was particularly shocked: "I'm only nineteen, and you're already twenty-eight. Are you an old cow eating young grass?"
Jiang Yingchi: "..."
An old cow eating young grass...
Is he that old?
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