his little luck

Chapter 791 I Love You and Don’t Surrender: Akira Mato, My Birthday Is Very Good

"Feng Zhengcheng, how did this necklace come about? Does it have anything to do with you?"

Feng Xi's title and attitude towards Feng Zhengcheng made Feng Zhengcheng unhappy, and at the same time he was a little bit embarrassed.

His face sank, and he scolded in a low voice: "Feng Xi, do you ever call your father by his name like that? Do you know how to write the word respect? Also, as your father, let me ask you how this necklace came about." Yes, is there anything wrong?"

Feng Xi wanted to laugh just now, but now he really laughed out loud.

"Feng Xi, what are you laughing at?"

Seeing Feng Xi smiling, Feng Zhengcheng's face became more and more gloomy, "Don't laugh any more."

"What am I laughing at?"

Feng Xi laughed again for a long while, and then slowly restrained his smile.

But the arc of the pink lips was raised slightly, and the irony was obvious: "Feng Zhengcheng, I naturally know how to write the word respect; you are right, indeed, you should respect your father. But the premise is that you are a father, Feng Zhengcheng, I don't think you have done what a father should do."

"Feng Xi, you!" Feng Zhengcheng shouted, "Do you understand what you are talking about?"

He lowered his voice slightly, and said in a low voice, "Don't forget that your mother's things are still here with me."

Feng Ximirun's small face froze slightly.

Mom stuff!
She bit her lower lip slightly with her white teeth, trying her best to restrain her emotions.

Feng Zhengcheng could only threaten her with this.

But unfortunately, she couldn't help it.

The two people who should be father and daughter are at a stalemate at the moment.

Feng Xi didn't speak, Feng Zhengcheng looked at her coldly.

It was obviously Feng Qi's birthday dinner, but the atmosphere at the moment was strangely embarrassing.

It was Rong Shijie who broke the silence. He looked at his watch, and the pointer on the high-end dial pointed to 58:[-].

He said, "Miss Feng Xi."

Feng Xi turned his head and looked at Rong Shijie in doubt.

Rong Shijie said, "You still have one last birthday present."

"There's more?" Feng Xi was startled.

The other students were also surprised.

I have already given so many gifts, and there is even a birthday present! ! !
Everyone present became more and more curious, wondering who gave Feng Xi such an inhumane birthday gift with such a generous amount of money.

This is Feng Qi's birthday dinner?
Sorry, no one cares about this anymore at this time!

Feng Qi's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot at this moment, but no one was paying attention to her at all.

"What is the last birthday gift?" Feng Xi asked curiously.

"Miss Feng Xi, please follow me." Rong Shijie said.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the part of the banquet hall near the floor-to-ceiling windows.

He left, Feng Xi followed behind him.

The light blue floor-sweeping evening dress outlined her slender waist and made her figure slim.

The two walked one after the other, and the guests made way for them.

Feng Xi walked behind Rong Shijie, still puzzled.

What exactly is a gift?
Arriving in front of the French windows, which were all French windows, Rong Shijie signaled the waiter to open all the curtains to the maximum, then turned around gracefully, and smiled at Feng Xi: "We'll be there soon..."

He looked down at the watch in his hand and counted down: "Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one!"

As the voice of the number one fell, suddenly, there were several loud sounds in succession, as if some trumpet had been sounded. First, a firework was released into the sky, and then, one after another, the fireworks exploded in the sky.

Colorful and colorful fireworks of various shapes illuminated the entire sky.

Feng Xi's eyes widened in surprise.

And all the guests at the banquet gathered around the window one after another, watching the bright fireworks in the sky specially set off for a girl's birthday.

Feng Xi's birthday this year.

Someone remembers.

And, someone gave her a big birthday.

Although, she didn't know who that person was.

. . . . . . . . . .

It's almost ten o'clock at night.

Feng Xi returned to her own small broken house.

The last birthday gift, the fireworks, went off for nearly 10 minutes.

She stood there in a daze until the fireworks were almost over before she managed to regain her senses.

After that, Feng Qi's birthday dinner could not continue.

Thinking of Feng Qi's charcoal-black face at the end, Feng Xi felt secretly refreshed.

Seeing Feng Qi deflated, she couldn't be happier.

It has to be said that it was Feng Qi who tried to overwhelm her every time.

She, Feng Xi, also raised her eyebrows today.

And with so many birthday presents, Feng Xi couldn't get them back.

The gift giver was also considerate, and directly opened a room in the Imperial Pavilion to put Feng Xi's birthday presents, and said that she could pick them up whenever it was convenient for her, with no time limit.

Who the hell gave her such a generous birthday present?

Until he got home and opened the door, Feng Xi was still thinking about this question.

She pushed open the door and went in, only to find that the light in her small dilapidated room was on, warm orange.

She was taken aback for a moment, only to realize later that she is not alone in her room now.

In the past two days, she has one more resident here.

Feng Xi entered the shabby house, and saw Akira Mato sitting on the sofa.

The man took a book from nowhere, and the book was spread out on two overlapping long straight legs.

The slender fingers flipped through the book carelessly, seeming to be reading, but also not seeming to be reading.

As if he heard the sound of the door opening, he raised his head, stared at Feng Xi with his blue eyes, and greeted with a smile:

"Are you back? It's still early. How was your birthday dinner tonight?"

Feng Xi originally wanted to say it very well, very very well.

There are many exciting scenes accumulated at the banquet, and I want to talk to him.

But looking at Mayo Akira's smiling face, for some reason, she was a little crazy.

It was as if the moment she met his blue eyes, she was drowning in his eyes.

"Huh?" Feng Xi didn't answer for a long time, and Matou raised his eyebrows, "What, were you bullied?"

Feng Xi turned around and shook her head wildly: "No, no, no, that's why I haven't been bullied."

"Then?" Matou said, "Are you having a good time?"

"No unhappy!"

For some reason, Feng Xi's sweet little face blushed inexplicably at Mato Ayato's words of concern.

She walked over and said: "It's really great to attend Feng Qi's birthday dinner today, didn't Feng Qi want me to be her humiliation, but guess what, the embarrassing person became herself in the end. "

"Really?" Mayo Aya agreed, "That's pretty good."

"Hey. Why do you react so flatly?"

Mato Akira smiled: "Then how should I react violently?"

Feng Xi pursed her lips and said dissatisfiedly, "You should ask what happened, why is she so ugly."

If he didn't ask, how could she continue talking.

(End of this chapter)