Chapter 2002： .Birthdays of the two of us (1/2)

Tang Moran looked through the window to the black door outside, the endless blackness, she was like a discouraged balloon,

From the original full of expectations, it became a disappointment.

Steward Qi came out again and glanced at the disappointed Tang Moran, feeling incomprehensible: ”Miss Tang, then

Would you like to take out some flowers, balloons and candles? ”

Those were prepared by Tang Moran himself.

Tang Moran shook his head, got up, and went upstairs desperately.

The steward Qi looked uncomfortable.

I glanced at the flower bouquets and candlesticks in the kitchen, thinking about waiting, maybe people will be back in a while?

Fu Ting came back from the outside at midnight, drunk, and walking a little unstable.

He worked overtime for half a month on this project, and finally signed the contract today. He was happy. He had more wine. Someone came back.

It's late.

Stumbled upstairs and opened the door of the room.

The person on the bed was small, shrunk into a ball under the quilt.

”Moer...” Fu Tingye looked at the fuzzy figure and hugged him.

Tang Moran just fell asleep, and was awakened again after such a noise.

She smelled the strong alcohol on his body and frowned, ”Did you drink? Did you drink a lot?”

”Well, I'm so happy today. I drank two more glasses.” He held her and refused to let go.

Is he happy? He also promised to come back today for his birthday.

”What are you happy about? Today...Do you still remember what day it is?” Tang Moran asked him tentatively.

”Well, a project has been implemented today, so the following days will be much easier.”

”Is that what makes you happy today?” Not because she was waiting at home for his birthday, but because

His project?

He didn't remember what he had said clearly.

Tang Moran felt wronged and wanted to cry, so he sniffed and turned to sleep, ignoring him.

Every night Fu Ting knew that he was drinking a bit high, got up and went to the bathroom to take a bath, and when he came back, he hugged her and fell asleep.

The next day, he had a headache due to the hangover. It was too early to take a look, and Tang Moran was still not awake.

He got up and went downstairs.

Seeing discarded flowers and cakes in the trash can, he twisted his eyebrows slightly.

Manager Qi just came out and saw him in surprise and asked: ”Master, when did you come back?”

”Last night.” He poured himself a glass of warm water.

”Last night? Why didn't I see you? I waited for you in the middle of the night.”

”What are you waiting for me?”

”Did you forget what day was yesterday?”

”What day?” He still didn't remember.

”Saturday, your birthday.”

”My birthday?” Yes, on his birthday, he promised to come back and spend time with Mo'er: ”Wasn't Mo'er yesterday?

Are you waiting for my birthday? ”

”Yeah, Miss Tang waited for more than a day for you. Yesterday she made cakes and threw away countless ones before making one.

Satisfied, wrote a blessing, tied a bunch of flowers, set up a beautiful candlestick, and waited until midnight. ”

”She's been waiting for me?” Fu Tingye's heart was tense, thinking how sad she would have been waiting for herself for a day.

”Wait until 12 o'clock, and the cake is still there. I thought you didn't come back all night and just processed it in the morning.”

The family's words are full of pity: ”Look, I just put it in the trash can.”

Fu Tingye also felt that it was a pity that this was a cake that Mo'er made for herself, but because she had forgotten it for a while.

Tasted it, and was thrown into the trash can.

Mo'er said nothing after he came back last night.

”Take these away.”

The housekeeper Qi asked someone to come and throw away the trash.

Tang Moran woke up without finding Fu Tingye by his side.

He came back late last night, is he out now?

Do whatever you want.

Tang Moran was a little angry.

So when she saw Fu Tingye sitting in the dining room enjoying breakfast, she was a little stunned.

Fu Tingye spoke first: ”Get up? Come over and eat.”

She nodded and sat opposite him with her head.

Milk and bread, and fried eggs, a very nutritious breakfast.

Tang Moran bit his mouth, without raising his eyebrows, completely treating Fu Tingye who was sitting opposite her as the air.

”Did you sleep well?” Fu Tingye said again, feeling ashamed.

”Yeah.” Tang Moran nodded and replied. But there was no concentrating light in his eyes, as if he was thinking about something, or in a daze.

Seeing her desperate look, he couldn't tell what it was like.

”By the way, did you ask me something last night?” He planned to give her a chance to question himself.

Tang Moran shook his head honestly: ”No, you were drunk last night, maybe you remembered it wrong.”

”Really not? Why do I seem to remember it? You seem to ask me what day was yesterday.”

Tang Moran almost bit his tongue, his black pupils finally looked at him, as if asking him again: Yesterday was