Mr. He's heart beats the world with his beauty

Chapter 39 Birthday Cake
After the waiter left, Song Lan rested her chin on her snow-white palm, quietly watching the night outside the glass window.

Night City lives up to its name. It is brightly lit at night and is very beautiful. There are pedestrians on the street in twos and threes, neon lights are flashing, and sweet lovers are kissing on tiptoe at street corners. The atmosphere is harmonious and warm.

Time passed minute by minute.

At first, Song Lan could still keep smiling, sitting and waiting.

Slowly, guests in the restaurant came in and out, the night was dark, and the last guest also left, leaving Song Lan alone in the empty restaurant.

Song Lan checked the time, four hours had passed.

But He Zhaozhi...hasn't come yet.

She couldn't help but grabbed her phone and called He Zhaozhi.

"Sorry, your call was not answered..."

Song Lan put down her phone silently, and the waiter came over.

"Miss, it's almost eleven o'clock in the evening, our restaurant is about to close, hasn't your companion come yet?"

Song Lan looked around, and sure enough, the shop had already started cleaning.

Even if He Zhaozhi came here now, he wouldn't be able to eat it.

With a smile on his face, he got up and shook his head at the waiter, "Sorry, he can't come because he has something to do, and the food doesn't need to be served. You guys should close, I'm leaving first."

"Hey, miss..."

The waiter took a step forward, and before he could finish speaking, Song Lan had already hurried into the night, looking lonely and lonely.

The waiter shook his head regretfully.

"I really don't know who put the pigeons of such a beautiful young lady..."

After leaving the restaurant, Song Lan didn't go home directly. She drove to the river, found an empty chair and sat down to watch the scenery.

In the early winter season, the riverside is cold and deserted, only the sound of the tide hitting the shore can be heard, and the cold wind cuts the face like a knife.

Song Lan raised her numb face, regretting that she didn't buy a bottle of wine, and watched while drinking.

The once-a-year birthday passed so lonely again.

Ever since her father passed out, in Song Lan's memory, she never celebrated her birthday again.

My aunt is busy, so I don't have time to give it to her, and she can't afford a cake herself.

Later, I worked and got rich, but I was busy working overtime and getting promoted, so I ignored my birthday.

It's hard to be free and rich today, but...

But he was let go.

Song Lan lowered her eyes and smiled lightly, feeling really stupid.

How can I expect that man to spend my birthday with me?

The phone in my pocket rang.

Song Lan answered, and He Chaozhi's weary breath came from him.

"I'm still busy, you can eat first, don't wait for me."

Before the words fell, there was a woman's delicate sound of persuading him to drink.

"Mr. He, have another drink, I'll feed you..."

Song Lan's heart turned cold, and she squeezed out a voice from her throat, "Well, you are busy."

Then cut it off directly.

Hearing that the woman's tone was not right, He Chaozhi pushed away the hostess who was trying to lean on him, came to the corridor, and called Song Lan again.

But Song Lan's cell phone was turned off.

Only the ruthless mechanical female voice remained.

"The number you have dial can not be reached."

"..." He Zhaozhi frowned fiercely.

the other side.

After hanging up He Chaozhi's phone call, Song Lan took a few breaths.

It wasn't until the cold air mixed with the smell of river water filled her lungs that she stood up pretending to be relaxed, stepped on the gravel on the bank, and returned to the car calmly.

It's good, He Zhaozhi is busy with He Chaozhi's, and she is busy with hers.

You don't have to be accompanied by a man to survive.

Song Lan came to a cake shop as if nothing had happened.

The cake shop closed in half an hour, and it no longer provided freshly made cakes. There were only a few unsold small cakes left, which were pitifully placed in the freezer.

Song Lan lowered her long eyelashes, was quiet for a while, and chose one of the pure white cream cakes without any decorations.

"That's it, wrap it up for me."

After a while, she returned to the riverside with the cake.

Put a candle, light a candle, close your eyes and make a wish.

There is the continuous sound of the waves, the sweetness of melted butter in the wind, and the faint candles are struggling to beat in the wind, and the light is weak.

Song Lan muttered something.

"I hope my father... will recover soon, and I hope that I can take revenge as soon as possible, take my father home with me, and live happily and happily together forever."

She opened her eyes, her brows and eyes were illuminated by the faint fire light.

Song Lan carefully protected the candle, took out her mobile phone and called Song Zi.

"Lan Lan, what's the matter?" Song Zi asked lightly.

Song Lan knew that Song Zi had always been an indifferent person, but she had an obsession beyond ordinary people when it came to revenge, so she didn't care about her indifference.

"Auntie, do you still remember what day is today?"

"Today?" Song Zi was silent for a while, as if recalling.

Song Lan smiled, her eyes were as gentle as water illuminated by candles, "It's my birthday, aunt."

"Oh, I remembered, how could aunt forget your birthday? Lanlan, you also know that aunt is busy. On the one hand, she has to receive medical treatment, and on the other hand, she also has to take care of your father. She forgot to celebrate your birthday. Don't forget to hate aunt, aunt also has difficulties."

Although Song Zi didn't celebrate her own birthday, the voices of relatives are as warm as candlelight to Song Lan at this moment.

She is greedy for this moment of tenderness, but she also knows that she is no longer a child and can no longer express excessive attachment.

Song Zi, I don't like her indecisive look the most.

"It's okay, aunt, I understand. I just want to tell you that I made a wish to my father, and my father will wake up soon."

"Yeah, yes, yes, you are so sincere, God will take care of you."

After a few more pleasantries, Song Lan put down the phone.

The candle was burnt to the end, and the lingering smoke billowed up.

Song Lan's eyes returned to darkness, she hugged the cake tightly and remained motionless.

……

He Zhaozhi's entertainment was over, and it was almost twelve o'clock at night.

He got in the car and came downstairs to Song Lan's apartment. Seeing that there was no light, he guessed that Song Lan hadn't come home yet, so he called Song Lan.

If he didn't get through, he asked the secretary to call He Xiaoya.

He Xiaoya is Song Lan's friend, so she should know where Song Lan is at the moment.

He Xiaoya fell asleep, and was pulled up to ask about Song Lan's whereabouts, "Didn't Sister Lan go to dinner with Mr. He?"

"...I was busy and didn't go. Do you know where she is now? She's not at home."

"It's so late, where will sister Lan be if she's not at home?"

He Xiaoya scratched the back of her head while muttering.

"Oh, I see, she must be celebrating her own birthday!"

"Birthday?"

"That's right, today is Sister Lan's birthday. She doesn't like to publicize it, so she told me that I wanted to help her celebrate, but she asked Mr. He, so I can't bother you."

Today is Song Lan's birthday?
He Zhaoyi was taken aback, remembering the woman's silence on the phone.

So she invited him to dinner tonight to celebrate his birthday?
(End of this chapter)