C22 Small Book (1/2)

That night, Lang Yan did not come back.

Hee Zhuolun, who was living in the opposite villa, only closed the lights and went to bed at two in the morning, then got up and started running before six.

When he was about to leave, he took a glance at the villa on the opposite side and asked the night watchman, ”Did the people from the villa come back last night?”

The night watchman replied, ”I didn't see anyone return.”

Hee Zhuolun was a little disappointed as he thought that he had overestimated Lang Yan. Otherwise, why wouldn't he have returned at this time?

He immediately lost the mood to train and ran around the garden before returning to the villa.

At breakfast, Martial Arts handed over a small square book about three or four centimeters thick. The cover was made of brown leather, looking very old.

Hee Zhuolun looked at the little notebook with doubt: ”What is this?”

Martial Arts said with a smile, ”It's a very interesting book.”

Hee Zhuolun picked up the booklet and saw the words ”Birthday” written on the side of the book. The words ”Happy” were written on the other two sides of the book as he smiled: ”Uncle Wu, it can't be that you gave me a birthday present?”

But, didn't Uncle Wu already send her a birthday present? Moreover, the words were not from Uncle Wu.

Martial arts laughed without a word.

Hee Zhuolun opened the notebook.

He was startled. ”Isn't that the piece of paper dropped from Lang Yan's' bomb '?”

Could this be the birthday present Lang Yan had given him?

Martial Arts replied, ”Yes, after arranging them in order, I will have them make small notebooks.”