Looking at the phone that had been hung up on, Song Yuli puffed out his cheeks, his brows furrowed, and his face was full of unhappiness.
This person is really going too far.
Which is more important, working overtime or your birthday?
Looking at the table full of dishes, Song Yuli's eyes suddenly reddened.
...
When Nangong Yu dragged his tired body home, it was almost 11:30.
He had expected to be met with complete darkness when he opened the door, but as soon as he opened it a crack, blinding light shone out.
Nangong Yu was slightly taken aback. When he walked into the living room, he saw that Song Yuli was actually asleep on the sofa.
Looking at the food on the table in the restaurant, and the cake placed next to it, Nangong Yu suddenly remembered that today was his birthday.
He pursed his thin lips slightly, feeling somewhat annoyed as he recalled the phone call Song Yuli had made that afternoon.
If he had known she cooked so much food, he wouldn't have bothered working those lousy overtime shifts at the company.
Seeing the faint tear stains on Song Yuli's face, Nangong Yu suddenly felt a pang of pain in his heart.
"sorry!"
He kissed Song Yuli's tightly closed eyes with a guilty look, then held her in his arms. Just as he was about to go upstairs, Song Yuli suddenly woke up.
Smelling the familiar scent beside him, Song Yuli subconsciously snuggled closer to Nangong Yu: "You're finally back."
Upon hearing Song Yuli's somewhat hoarse voice, Nangong Yu's throat suddenly felt sore.
"I'm sorry I'm late."
Upon hearing this, Song Yuli instantly sobered up and struggled to get out of Nangong Yu's arms.
"What time is it? What time is it? Is it past midnight yet?"
Nangong Yu gently put Song Yuli down, then shook his head: "Don't worry, not yet."
Song Yuli checked the time on his phone with his own eyes.
At 11:49 PM, there were still eleven minutes until midnight; everything was still in time.
Song Yuli breathed a sigh of relief: "Thank goodness, thank goodness, I didn't miss it."
After saying that, she took Nangong Yu's hand and led him to the restaurant, saying with concern, "I made all of this for you myself. You can eat more if you're hungry."
After pausing, she continued somewhat apologetically, "It might be a little cold, let me heat it up for you."
Nangong Yu grabbed Song Yuli's hand and shook his head at her: "No need, I prefer cold rice."
How could Song Yuli bear to let him eat cold food? So she reached out and stopped him.
"Let's not eat these things, let's eat cake instead. I made it myself, and you have to finish it all, okay?"
Upon hearing this, Nangong Yu was even more shocked: "You made this yourself?"
No wonder she's been going out so often lately, it turns out...
Song Yuli nodded vigorously, then, as if remembering something, she said somewhat awkwardly, "I'm a beginner, so it might not look that good. So, you can't be disgusted or mindful of it!"
Nangong Yu smiled helplessly: "Silly girl, how could I dislike or mind something you made yourself?"
After saying that, he opened the cake box, revealing a rather strange-looking fruit cake.
Upon seeing it, Song Yuli's face immediately turned red: "Is it particularly ugly?"
Nangong Yu shook his head: "Not ugly."
Whether it was the truth or a lie, Song Yuli felt exceptionally pleased as he listened.
Looking down at the time on his phone again, Song Yuli realized it was already 11:58 PM, and he started to feel anxious.
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