Chapter 148 Shen Yang, Happy Birthday

Even the wax on the back of the envelope had been carefully fashioned in the shape of a rabbit.

Shen Yang carefully opened the envelope without damaging the wax paint, and took out a piece of letter paper with a light green background and white edges from the inside, and unfolded it.

Yin Jiamu reminded him: "Read the letter again."

Shen Yang blinked, and slowly began to read:

"Shen Yang, hello, I am your fan club Chang Lulu, today is your birthday, on behalf of..."

This is a song that will be popular all over the world next year, will be featured in the New York Times, and will be rated as the voice kissed by an angel by the world.

Words and sentences full of heart poured out from his mouth, clear and clear, gentle and pleasant to the ear.

Xu Chenxi looked at the boy on the other side of the screen without blinking. When he found that the base of his ears had been stained little by little with the passage of time, he couldn't help it.

The corners of her mouth were raised, revealing her snow-white teeth, and her almond eyes were curled up in a smile, which was incomparably brilliant.

Is there anything more joyful than going back in time, and the noble and cold male god is still gentle and flirtatious? !

Looking at her cub's obedient and soft cute appearance, Xu Chenxi, clad in a girl's skin and holding her mother's heart, patted the table and announced:

No!Have!!
She picked up the mobile phone, and there was nowhere to vent her happiness, so she had to harass Tian Tian and play the king's songs together every day.

Chen Xi:! ! !
Chen Xi: Yang Zai is so cute!

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Chen Xi: (moved to tears.jpg)

……

On the coffee table, Shen Yang's cell phone flickered a few times, then quickly dimmed, without attracting anyone's attention.

The second gift is a thousand grid jigsaw puzzle customized with one of Shen Yang's street photos.

In the photo, Shen Yang just debuted, wearing a big fisherman hat, standing in front of the glass door of a cafe.

He raised his head slightly, hiding those clear peach blossom eyes in the shadows.

But the afterglow of dusk still stubbornly passed through the brim of the hat and sprinkled on his face, plating a layer of warm gold on the already delicate face curves.

It is similar to but completely different from the close-up picture on the lock screen of Xu Chenxi's phone.

One is the youthful and energetic young idol Shen Yang, and the other is the cold and noble voice circle top flow Yangshen.

The third gift is a teacup, on which are the Q version animation images of the three members of the Y3 group.

The villain Yin Jiamu in a suit and the villain Ke Leying with red hair sat facing each other. You scratched my hair and I pulled the corner of your clothes, while the villain Shen Yang stood coolly with his arms folded and watched the fun.

Isn't it their daily life in the group.

……

The seventh gift is a disc.

After clicking play, a girl with a sweet smile appeared on the projector, and she said to the screen: "Shen Yang, happy birthday."

Then there was a young man who scratched his head facing the camera: "Brother Shen Yang, I wish you a happy birthday."

Then came a white-collar girl with her suit still on, leaning against the wall and smiling to the camera, "Shen Yang, happy birthday."

The half-grown boy in high spirits: "Shen Yang, I wish you a happy birthday."

A middle-aged woman with a kind smile: "Happy birthday, boy."

……

One after another, different people and different voices said the same blessing: "Shen Yang, happy birthday."

The video was about to end, and a cluster of fireworks exploded brilliantly in the night, turning into sparks all over the sky.

After the bustling end, a line of white regular script stood out:
Produced by Shen Yang Global Fan Club Mingyan.

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