Chapter 131 "Today is Qixi Festival!"
It’s just time to get off work.
Song Xi put away the camera, took out the memory card and handed it to Ye Zi, asking her to send it to the retouching department.
She was driving Zhang Hening's little BMW today.
After going out, Jing Zhuo threw the BMW keys to Zhang Hexing who was behind him.
"Go home for dinner tonight and drive the car back."
Zhang Hexing defended himself: "I have a game tonight."
"There's a game at home tonight, hurry up."
Jing Zhuo was too lazy to talk nonsense with him, so he took Song Xi's hand and walked towards his car.
He didn't drive a Bentley today, he drove the Cullinan.
When I opened the car door, I saw a large bouquet of red roses on the passenger seat. The flowers were gorgeous and of the highest quality.
Song Xi was stunned.
Subconsciously, he said, "Today is Saturday, why did you send flowers?"
"The cake is at home. I can eat it when I get home."
Jing Zhuo took out the flowers and placed them in her arms. The red roses and the bright beauty made the clouds in the sky look particularly beautiful.
"Have you forgotten what day it is today?" he said.
What?
Song Xi was confused and looked down at the date on his phone.
"It's Qixi Festival!"
"No, it's your birthday."
Jing Zhuo held the car door open and looked at her with raised eyebrows, "Get in the car, it's time to go home and celebrate your birthday, big birthday girl."
Song Xi's mind froze for two seconds before she remembered that her birthday was approaching.
In the past, she would look forward to this day every year because Zhang Hening would celebrate her birthday with her, sing karaoke together, eat cake, and have fun together.
But this year...every day has been great since I got married.
Happy every day.
It feels like every day is my birthday.
I can see my best friends every now and then.
She almost forgot about it.
Life is still so good.
Song Xi put the flowers on the back seat, then sat in the passenger seat, her eyes sparkling.
"Okay, go home!"
Behind him, Zhang Hexing was holding the car keys and standing next to the pink mini BMW. His handsome face was so good-looking that it was hard to describe it in words.
He has long arms and legs, and it has been a long time since he drove such a cramped car.
Zhang Hening is given so much money every month.
Can't she save some money and buy herself a decent car!
This wasteful thing.
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Cullinan did not return to Millennium Garden, but stopped at the door of Crane House.
The large yard is filled with various flowers, and the large crabapple tree is wrapped with small lights that flicker and emit orange light.
The strange creatures were playing and fighting in the yard, circling around her.
Song Xi was led by Jing Zhuo and walked into the room step by step.
There were several bunches of balloons in the living room, and on the large projection screen were photos of Song Xi of all sizes.
In the middle, there are a few big words hanging in red and green.
Happy birthday, Xibao!
It’s very lively and prosperous.
Under the screen, there were piles of beautifully wrapped gifts, waiting for her to open.
"Thump, thump, thump, thump~~~"
A lively and familiar figure flashed down from upstairs. Zhang Hening had on exquisite and beautiful makeup and appeared with her whole family - dad, mom, grandparents and great-grandparents!
"Today, we gather here to wish our most beautiful and most beautiful dear Xibao a happy birthday!"
"Comrade Song Xi, congratulations on surviving your zodiac year!"
“Have a glorious 25th year!”
There were two "bang" sounds in front of my eyes, and they were colorful paper fireworks.
One after another, they exploded in the air and landed on Song Xi's hair, body, and sight.
She was surrounded and received this grand and lively blessing.
Song Xi's eyes were filled with tears.
Feeling of liquid flowing down.
Her shoulder felt heavy, Jing Zhuo held her left shoulder and pulled her into his arms.
"Happy birthday, leader."
He raised his chin and winked at Zhang Hening.
After receiving the order, Zhang Hening immediately pushed out a small cart from the kitchen, on which was placed a round, exquisite two-layer cake.
The edge of the cake is decorated with grapes, strawberries, blueberries, and rose petals...
There are also a few cream strokes in the middle, outlining the cartoon outline of Song Xi.
She has a bun on her head and smiling eyes.
"This is a cake made by my eldest brother. You were not here today, so he spent most of the day in the kitchen learning from the cake chef. He ruined three cakes and fed Qiqi."
Zhang Hening actively explained: "He also bought these flowers, and my mother was responsible for waking up the flowers and arranging them."
"Grandpa wrote the four big words 'Happy Birthday', Grandpa blew up the balloons, Dad hung the little lights outside, and Grandma, Grandma, and Aunt Wang cooked dinner."
"I planned the whole thing. How about it? Do you like it?"
Song Xi's eyes became red again.
The tears that I had just held back began to fall again, uncontrollably, and I was overwhelmed with emotion.
"You...you are too tearful."
She never, ever has.
I have received so much attention and love.
In the Song family, her birthday is a day of reflection for her. She needs to be grateful to everyone and remember everyone's help and kindness to her.
She had to solemnly state in front of the whole family that she would be filial to her grandmother, her uncles, all the elders, and take care of her younger brothers and sisters in the future.
This year, Song Xi had a very special birthday.
This year is the happiest year for her.
"Okay, okay, stop crying. Birthday boys shouldn't cry."
Grandma walked forward with a smile and raised her hand to wipe Song Xi's tears.
"Be happy, smile, and be as silly as He Ning. Then you can smile every day from now on."
"Eat, eat. Zhuozhuo, take your wife to wash her hands. It's time for dinner."
Grandpa also broke the atmosphere.
The family walked towards the restaurant with smiles on their faces.
Song Xi was taken to the bathroom by Jing Zhuo to wash her hands. Her red eyes and even the tip of her nose were reflected in the mirror.
Mingming hates crying the most.
But today... she really wanted to cry.
Jing Zhuo hugged her from behind, applied hand sanitizer, rubbed her hands carefully, and then used his big hands to hold her small hands and rinse them clean under the faucet.
"Silly baby, don't cry."
"Every year from now on, your birthday will be as lively as this."
Song Xi blinked and wiped his hands.
Jing Zhuo turned around and was about to leave when she grabbed his wrist and pulled him back.
He stood on tiptoe and kissed her.
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