I want to be my ex-boyfriend's aunt every day

In this joyous moment with everyone applauding, Ji Xinrou asked the waiter to push the cake out, and everyone booed.

Ji Xinrou smiled, "I prepared this, I hope you like it."

She neither called him "Mr. Fu" like everyone else, nor did she choose any other intimate name.

Instead, simplify.

Ji Xinrou understood that the more warm and familiar they acted, the more people would understand their relationship. And the more casual and nonchalant they appeared, the more opportunities it would give people to speculate and guess.

The multi-layered cake was indeed large, and almost everyone got one.

Xia Yunshu looked at him and felt pity for Fu Yufan.

It would have been fine if he himself, who was so high and mighty, had forgotten his birthday, but even none of his employees remembered it. If it hadn't been for Fu Zheng, he probably wouldn't have celebrated his birthday.

Thinking of this, a feeling of sympathy arises spontaneously.

When her mother was alive, she was a little princess and an object of pampering.

But since his mother passed away, Xia Hong never gave her a birthday present again. He poured almost all his love on Xia Yingying.

Now that Xia Hong is paralyzed on one side of his body, he needs a nurse and Wang Ma to take care of him. As for Xue Huirong and Xia Yingying, they didn't even come. It's ironic to think about it.

When she looked at Fu Yufan again, she felt an inexplicable sense of substitution.

Fu Yufan, you must not be very happy either, right?

In that case, why not...give him this gift myself to make him happy.

While picking up the food, Fu Zheng deliberately moved closer to Ji Xinrou and asked in a low voice, "Where is the notebook I prepared for you from Broadway, the work notebook?"

Ji Xinrou was really stupid. Seeing that the notebook was dirty, she naturally didn't care and threw it into the trash can.

But at this time, she could only say: "I came in a hurry and forgot to bring it."

Fu Zheng understood that this was the best opportunity to take down Fu Yufan.

If you miss it, it will be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He hurriedly urged, "What are you going to eat? Go get it yourself or ask someone to deliver it to you? Hurry, he is leaving." Fu Zheng knew Fu Yufan too well.

Yes, knowing yourself and knowing your enemy, you can fight a hundred battles with no danger of defeat.

She regarded him as an enemy to study and understand.

The hand holding the clamp paused.

"I'll get it right away." But his eyes looked at Fu Yufan reluctantly.

Xia Yunshu gave him a piece of Black Forest.

The moment he saw the two people approaching, Fu Zheng felt extremely upset.

If Ji Xinrou took out the sheet music at this moment, what would Xia Yunshu have to do? But she got there first. "Mr. Fu," Xia Yunshu smiled faintly, "I know you like to eat this."

Fu Yufan joked, "It's changed recently."

"For fruit? Blueberries? Strawberries?"

Fu Yufan shook his head, "Matcha flavor."

Xia Yunshu couldn't help laughing, knowing it was a joke, "By the way," she slowly took out the work notebook that had been discarded in the theater's warehouse and trash can from behind. She had carefully studied the music scores inside, and also disinfected and wiped the notebook clean. At this moment, she handed the notebook to Fu Yufan, who was stunned and reached out to touch it.

Xia Yunshu said: "This is Teacher Wu's music score. It was written for me, but it was a random piece. Who knows? This random piece became Teacher Wu's representative work."

"You mean, this is my mother's relic?"

Over the years, Fu Yufan has been frantically searching for his mother's belongings.

It is said that last summer, a girl from a medical school traveled a long way to send a signature pen that Wu Pei had once used to Fu Yufan. She asked for 30,000 yuan for it, and Fu Yufan bought it without saying a word.

In his opinion, all of this carries his mother's emotions, voice, and destiny, which cannot be measured by money.

The moment he saw the work notes, he took it carefully in his hand. The moment he opened the first page, he knew that it was indeed his mother's handwriting.

He was very happy, "This is the best gift I have."

"It would be nice if there was a piano here. I have memorized the second half of the score some time ago, as well as the third of the chords. I racked my brains to compose it, and later asked a few colleagues to listen to it. Those musicians all felt it was good. If there was a piano, I would play it for you right now."

"Isn't this simple?"

Fu Yufan secretly exerted force on the hand holding the notebook.

"what are you up to?"

It's impossible to have someone send a piano over?

Fu Yufan contacted the housekeeper and said, "Send the piano over within half an hour. You can rent or borrow it." Fu Yufan was used to giving orders, and the housekeeper was used to handling all kinds of strange tasks that he arranged on a whim.

Xia Yunshu frowned, "Actually, I plan to celebrate your birthday alone with you tonight. I will give you this surprise when night falls."

"Why delay gratification? Play it for me now." His eyes were shining.

Xia Yunshu understood that he couldn't wait to listen.

"Okay, do whatever you want."

At this moment, Fu Zheng actually saw Xia Yunshu handing the notebook to Fu Yufan.

At this moment, no matter what lies Ji Xinrou told, she could get away with it, but Ji Xinrou was guilty after all, and she didn't even dare to think about how Xia Yunshu found the dirty notebook from the trash can.

What's more, I never expected that Xia Yunshu would hand the notebook to Fu Yufan in public.

At this moment, she was in a state of confusion.

And just now, she clearly saw a brilliant smile on Fu Yufan's face when he got the notebook. Only then did she realize that perhaps that thing had more extraordinary meaning than the cake she had given him.

Fu Zheng also noticed that Ji Xinrou was about to leave, but he moved closer to her, "The plan has changed. Let's go to the bathroom and talk. Don't let this crazy girl steal the show today."

Ji Xinrou felt extremely ashamed.

She didn't expect that Fu Zheng would still stand by her side and be ready to help her at this time. She hurriedly followed him into the bathroom.

Fu Zheng stood in front of the sink and found a dirty rag next to it. She wet it and wrapped it around her right fist.

Only then did he look at Ji Xinrou.

"Aunt, what are you doing?" Ji Xinrou hurriedly stepped back.

At this moment, Fu Zheng was like a boxer, as if he was about to throw a heavy punch at the next moment. However, Ji Xinrou was right, Fu Zheng was very angry just now. After working in foreign companies for many years, she was used to giving orders.

She thought this stupid woman would definitely listen to her.

If he had given the notebook to Fu Yufan, wouldn't it have successfully enhanced the relationship between the two of them? However, he had no idea that the idiot Ji Xinrou actually lost the notebook and shamelessly lied to him.

What she couldn't tolerate the most was deception and betrayal, and Ji Xinrou made her miss a good opportunity.

The fiery fist hit Ji Xinrou's eyes. She screamed and fell down, looking at the boxer opposite in fear. "Aunt, what are you doing? You are... I accidentally lost it. It's all my fault. I will listen to you in the future."