Chapter 182 (2/2)

Song Xi glanced, ”look at the strength of your spring heart. Don't let Dongxu see it. It must hurt you.”

Han Chunmeng immediately raised her eyebrows and said, ”well, he was envious. Last time I told him that Georges Sheng was handsome, and he didn't have a good eye to gouge me out. It was his uncle. He was envious of his relatives. You said he was more careful.”

Song Xi's good mood is suddenly destroyed when she mentions George Sheng. She can't describe this feeling. It's like the scene of embarrassment, grievance and anger last night. Her heart is straight and sudden, and her anger is increasing in the past night.

Don't want to show displeasure in front of Han Chunmeng, Song Xi only secretly angry for a few seconds, even if the shift of sight, inadvertently turned, eyes fell on the back table, there are several cake boxes, she was surprised to ask: ”how so many cakes?”

Han Chunmeng said, ”I wasn't here before. I was sent by others. Today is your birthday, not for you. Who else can I give it to?”

Song Xi walked over and saw a blue-green cake box first. She knew it. She ordered it herself and prepared to eat it with song Yuanqing. But next door, it was also the logo of the store, but the color of the box was different. When she opened it, she saw the exquisite and beautiful Princess Cake. On the chocolate plate in the middle, it said: happy birthday, my little princess.

Song Xi saw the moment, immediately blocked throat, she knew that this is song Yuanqing gave her.

Han Chunmeng came over and hugged Song Xi's shoulder and comforted him in a soft voice: ”don't cry. I'll go to see my uncle later. It's not good for my eyes to cry red.”

Originally, Song Xi's tears had welled up in her eyes. Hearing the words, she quickly opened her lips and took a deep breath to suppress the bitterness of her throat.

There is an envelope on the third cake box. Song Xi opens it and sees a simple line of handwritten words: happy birthday, Miss Song.

The last signature is Yuanbao.

Song Xi was stunned and looked at the white cake box below. It was sent by Yuanbao. What about the purple one next to it? Tong Hao brought it in the morning and said it was from Yuanbao.

At this time, Han Chunmeng was standing in front of the purple cake box, saying, ”I'll open it for you.”

Han Chunmeng is quick, but before Song Xi can get there, she has untied the ribbon three times, five times and two times. Then she opens the lid carefully. At the moment when the lid is lifted, a zombie with an elongated tongue pops up in the cake box with a sound effect: ”Wow, ha, ha, ha, ha...”

In the quiet lounge, Han Chunmeng screams and hides back. When she accidentally bumps her butt into the corner of the table, she feels so painful that she doesn't know whether to shout or to shut up. On her round face, her facial features make a mess, and her face changes color.

Not to mention her, even Song Xi, who is standing one meter away, has changed greatly, but she is so scared that she can't shout at all, only she is stiff.

The zombies in the cake box are still wandering in the air. At first glance, they are particularly frightening, but they are used to it. That's what it is. After all, they are dolls.

After Song Xi regained his mind, he picked up the lid on the ground that Han Chunmeng had thrown away and covered it. That kind of magic, Wahaha, finally stopped.

Han Chunmeng's left hand covers his rear buttock. It really scares his scalp and makes him numb. He can't help but scold: ”this is special. Who sent it?”

Song Xi's face turns white and red. Tong Hao, OK, she remembers him!

He went to help Han Chunmeng rub his ass, and Song Xi asked, ”how is it, it's not damaged?”

Han Chunmeng grinned and looked at the last unopened cake on the table. With a hiss, she said, ”who sent that?”