Chapter 80
"Happy birthday, Strings!"
A colleague who had been having lunch with Song Xianle at the company gave her a small gift.
Song Xianle took the bag and said, "Thank you."
Qian Huizhen: "What are your plans tonight?"
"Let's go have a meal."
She and He Yanqing both considered that they were now working in the same department and that unpleasant gossip would inevitably spread, so they decided not to announce their relationship to the public for the time being and would wait until she returned to Jiang Zhifan.
Qian Huizhen winked and said, "Why don't you find a boyfriend to live with you?"
Song Xianle blinked and said, "Next time."
"I don't know when the next time will be." Qian Huizhen stared at those beautiful eyes, and looked Song Xianle up and down, still thinking that the man opposite was really handsome.
She wore a fitted peach dress that reached just below her knees. The peach was a light, dark shade, a bit like a vintage color. A thin reddish-brown belt was tied around her waist, making it appear even slimmer. Her hair wasn't tied up like it was for work, but in a half ponytail, giving her a more gentle look.
"Okay, I'm leaving first. Bye." Qian Huizhen withdrew her gaze from the beauty, waved her hand, and walked away gracefully.
Song Xianle watched her walk away, then walked to the side of the road and hailed a taxi.
"Master, go to Jin'an Community on Jiufeng Road."
"Okay!"
Driving towards Jin'an Community, Song Xianle felt a little nervous along the way, but there was a smile on his face.
The driver stopped the car and when Song Xianle got out, she saw He Yanqing standing not far away waiting for her.
Today he was wearing all black, a black short-sleeved shirt and black casual pants, which made his pale skin look even brighter. He was wearing a pair of white sneakers.
For some reason, Song Xianle felt that he looked like a steady male college student dressed like this.
Song Xianle got out of the car and walked towards him, only to see He Yanqing immediately walk over after seeing him.
"Let's go, I'll take you for a walk." He Yanqing naturally took Song Xianle's hand, pulled her to his side, and the two of them entered the community.
He Yanqing explained the number of buildings, where the supermarket was, which building he lived in, and the surrounding landmarks, saying he was worried she wouldn't be able to find his house next time. Finally, he took her to his house.
In the elevator, Song Xianle felt a little stuffy, with slight sweat on his forehead and palms.
He Yanqing thought she was nervous and worried that she would feel uneasy and awkward, so he shook her hand firmly and said, "If you don't want to come to my house, we can eat out. It's your birthday today, so you have the final say."
"No, mine is hot." Song Xianle shook his hand and bit her lower lip. "I really want to eat the food you cook."
The elevator opened on the 13th floor, and He Yanqing pulled Song Xianle out to room 1302. After He Yanqing unlocked the door with his fingerprint, the door opened.
Song Xianle went in and changed her shoes. The slippers were new and fit her feet very well. They must have been bought by He Yanqing specifically for her.
"You sit on the sofa for a while, you can watch TV or play with your phone. I'll go to the kitchen first." After saying that, He Yanqing went to wash some grapes and cherry tomatoes and put them on the low table next to the sofa.
Then he asked her, "What kind of drink do you like?"
Song Xianle walked over to him and asked, "What do you have?"
"I bought a lot, including coconut milk, cola, and Sprite. Or you wanted freshly squeezed juice, but there are only watermelon juice and orange juice."
He Yanqing suddenly thought of something, "Do you want it iced or at room temperature?"
"Ice, please."
He Yanqing walked to the refrigerator and was about to open it when he saw Song Xianle standing on tiptoe next to him to look into the refrigerator. He quickly closed the refrigerator door.
He leaned against the refrigerator and looked at Song Xianle's puzzled eyes.
He pondered for a moment and then said, "How about you sit on the sofa first and wait for me to bring it to you?"
Song Xianle guessed that there was something inside that she couldn't see, but she didn't have to find out.
"Okay, then I'll be a good guest and wait for you to serve me."
Song Xianle nodded and said, "I want to drink coconut milk, ice cold."
"Can."
After she left, He Yanqing took out coconut milk from the refrigerator, poured most of it into a cup and took it out.
He Yanqing left the bottle of coconut milk on the low table and said, "Don't drink too much. We need to eat later."
At this moment, Song Xianle had already turned on the TV and was watching a variety show. Seeing him coming, she took the glass of coconut water and replied, "Yeah, I got it."
She took a sip and asked him, "Don't you need my help? Help you wash the vegetables, or cut the meat or something."
"Or, do you really treat me as a guest?"
Song Xianle took another sip of coconut juice. She knew there was a cake in the refrigerator, so they probably wanted to keep it a little mysterious and not show her what the cake looked like.
He Yanqing didn't really treat her as a guest, he just thought that she had just got off work and let her rest for a while.
"I treat you as my girlfriend." He Yanqing reached out and touched her head. "You just got off work. If you're not tired, you can come and help me."
He Yanqing turned and went into the kitchen. Song Xianle put down her cup and followed him. She still wanted to see He Yanqing cook with her own eyes. With this in mind, Song Xianle washed the vegetables and didn't wait for her to cut the meat, because He Yanqing had already cut it and put it in the refrigerator to marinate.
So, now she sat at the dining table and watched He Yanqing cook.
There was a sizzling sound as the oil was added to the wok, followed by a clacking sound as the vegetables were added. He Yanqing had his back to her, revealing his broad back, with the strings of a brown apron tied at the waist. His hands moved up and down with such skill that Song Xianle couldn't help but stare twice.
When He Yanqing poured the dishes out of the plate, Song Xianle returned to the living room and brought in the fruit.
When He Yanqing saw Song Xianle leave, he thought she was bored and went out to watch TV. Although he felt a little uncomfortable, he still wanted her to stay. But it was also good that she left. If she were here, he might be a little distracted and worried that the dishes he cooked would not be to her liking.
From behind, he saw Song Xianle come in, holding a plate of fruit and coming to him. Then he picked up a cherry tomato and put it into his mouth. This action caught He Yanqing off guard.
"Here, have one." Song Xianle stood on tiptoe and fed He Yanqing a cherry tomato. Seeing him bend down when she fed him the second one, her heart suddenly felt slightly sweet, so she fed him another one.
He Yanqing's originally frowned brows relaxed when he ate the cherry tomatoes, and a satisfied smile appeared in his eyes as he looked at her, "Okay, that's enough."
Song Xianle returned to the seat where she had just sat, and He Yanqing continued to cook with his back to her, his face full of an unsatisfied look as he savored the moment just now.
"What are we having for dinner tonight?"
"Shrimp with scrambled eggs, shredded pork with fish flavor, cola chicken wings, broccoli with garlic sauce, and snow pear and pork rib soup."
These were the names of the dishes that Song Xianle reported to him last night. She sent more than a dozen of them to He Yanqing on WeChat and asked him to choose from them.
"It's a bit much, can we finish it?"
"Is it a lot? I still think it's not enough. It's okay, I'll make a little of everything, so nothing will be wasted."
The food in the other pot was ready to be served. He Yanqing poured it out and Song Xianle went over to bring it out and placed it on the dining table.
He Yanqing used two pots at the same time, and the four dishes were ready quickly.
Song Xianle brought out all the dishes one by one, while He Yanqing brought out the washed bowls.
He Yanqing served them soup. The soup had been cooked an hour ago and kept warm in the electric stew pot.
Song Xianle picked up a piece of chicken wing and tasted the pepper in it, and his face changed.
Despite the strong sweetness of the cola, she could still taste the pepper, which was fragrant, but she didn't like it.
"What's wrong?" He Yanqing looked uneasy when he saw Song Xianle biting the chicken wing with difficulty. "Don't you like it?"
Song Xianle shook her head, took a bite, chewed it thoroughly and swallowed it, "The chicken wings you made are delicious, very tender and tasty. I just can't get used to the taste of pepper."
He Yanqing knew that she didn't like food with pepper in it. Fortunately, he only marinated the chicken wings with a little pepper, and didn't add any to the other dishes.
"You can eat something else," He Yanqing put the cola chicken wings in front of him, switching places with the fish-flavored shredded pork, "I'll be careful next time and not put pepper in it."
It seems I still don't know her well enough.
Upon hearing this, Song Xianle swallowed the food in his mouth, took a sip of coconut juice, and said happily, "There's a next time? When? Is it my next birthday?"
He Yanqing looked at her cunning eyes and paused, "You ask even though you know the answer."
They both knew that if the relationship went well, the "next time" wouldn't have to be so far away.
After dinner, the two sat on the sofa for a while to digest their food. A movie was playing on the TV, an old one, and Song Xianle was watching it with great interest, eating an orange while watching. During the movie, she noticed He Yanqing leave and thought he was just going to the bathroom.
After a while, the lights in the living room went out. Song Xianle was suddenly startled, and then he realized what was going on.
She turned around and saw He Yanqing coming out with a cake, lighting candles and singing the birthday song:
"happy birthday to you——"
"happy birthday to you——"
"happy birthday to you——"
"Happy birthday, Strings."
Those eyes full of tenderness flickered in the flickering candlelight. He looked at her, and one hand carefully protected the candles on the cake, fearing that they would suddenly go out.
"Come and make a wish."
Song Xianle closed her eyes in front of the cake and blew out the candles after a few seconds.
The candles were extinguished, and the only light in the living room was the movie playing on the TV.
Song Xianle used the dim light to look at the person across from her. He was looking at her, his eyes filled with the warmth of a spring breeze brushing against willow branches, his expression focused. She leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek.
I kissed him not because I was moved, but because I felt that the looming darkness created a good atmosphere.
"This is a wish I made," she explained softly.
However, whether it is true or false, He Yanqing has to judge it himself.
He Yanqing looked at her, his voice unconsciously lowered, "Your wish is very easy to fulfill, you can come a few more times."
The sweet aroma of the cake wafted in the air, and Song Xianle seemed to be bewitched and kissed He Yanqing on the other side of his face.
As early as when Song Xianle kissed him for the second time, He Yanqing placed the cake on the low table. At this moment, the two of them sat on the sofa, with a distance of 20 centimeters between them.
When Song Xianle came closer, He Yanqing put his arms around her waist. When she kissed him on the face again, he lowered his head and said, "Do you want to try another position?"
Song Xianle pushed him hard, but found that she couldn't break free, so she leaned into his arms, looked at his lips, thought about what he meant, and hummed: "Wishful thinking!"
He Yanqing continued to seduce her: "Don't you want to try it?"
Song Xianle was too embarrassed to continue. Her face flushed red as she felt the man's hand rubbing her waist, making her feel itchy. She was a bit angry and said, "If you want to try, try it! Let me go now."
He Yanqing let go of his hands, and Song Xianle left his arms, sat upright, lowered his head and pulled up to the corner of his clothes.
He watched Song Xianle pull her shirt down and watched her pout slightly. His throat slid up and down. Without waiting for Song Xianle to tidy up her clothes, he pressed down and kissed her red lips.
Song Xianle was caught off guard and cried a few times, then was instantly enveloped by He Yanqing's breath, and began to get into it, hugging his neck in response.
Two minutes later, He Yanqing hugged her, resting his chin on Song Xianle's shoulder, listening to her slight breathing.
Song Xianle pinched his arm angrily, causing He Yanqing to hiss.
"You said I could try."
"I was—" Recalling what he had just said, Song Xianle couldn't refute him, "Forget it."
Song Xianle also hugged his waist, imitating the way he had just hugged her.
The two hugged each other for a long time, and neither of them wanted to leave each other's arms.
The movie reached its climax, and the two protagonists kissed passionately as they were about to leave, unable to bear to part with each other. Halfway through the movie, they embraced calmly, looking forward to meeting again.
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