Quick Wear: But I just want to be a little transparent

Song Xun made a calendar by himself, and solemnly circled the time every day, counting the days until the banquet.

Zheng Lanxing likes to send him messages recently. Song Xun can't pretend not to see it this time, but he is not good at chatting, so he holds his phone all day and racks his brains to reply to the messages.

Chen Pei knocked on the table: "Don't play with your phone while eating."

Song Xun stood up and took a few photos of the food and clicked send: "Zheng Lanxing asked me what I was eating."

Chen Pei was at a loss for words. It was hard for him to understand why Zheng Lanxing would be so bored as to ask such a question. He muttered in a low voice, "The sour smell of love."

"We are not in love." Song Xun raised his head quickly. He placed all his hopes on the upcoming banquet. By then, the plot would return to normal, his presence would be slightly weakened, and the emotional lines between the protagonists would officially intersect.

The phone rang with a message again.

Song Xun looked down.

--Is it tasty?

Song Xun always takes food seriously. He picked up a piece of braised fish with chopsticks and replied after chewing.

--tasty.

"You..." Chen Pei looked at him and replied to the message seriously, then shook his head, "Forget it."

Maybe it’s because the age gap is too big, he can’t quite understand the awkward temperament of young people nowadays.

"By the way, Zheng Lanxing's birthday is in two days. Have you prepared a gift for her?"

Song Xun's hand holding the chopsticks froze, and Chen Pei realized something: "Don't you always pay attention to Zheng Lanxing's birthday? Why did you forget this time?"

Song Xun felt that he was incompetent and depraved: "I, I just haven't decided what gift to give."

Chen Pei: "Then you should confirm it quickly, time is running out."

Song Xun ate faster and then strolled around the mall for the whole day after dinner.

Finally, I chose a silver obsidian bracelet. The luster of the bracelet is very handsome but not ostentatious, and the surface is sparkling with silver lines, like stars and the Milky Way.

Song Xun suddenly associated it with Zheng Lanxing and thought it was very suitable.

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"Brother, when will you come back?" Song Xun asked the person on the other end of the phone.

Chen Pei's voice came from the other end of the phone: "It will be later."

"But..." Today is Zheng Lanxing's birthday.

"You go first, I won't be back so soon." Chen Pei hung up after saying that, without giving Song Xun a chance to speak.

Song Xun looked at the hung up phone hesitantly, frowned, and suddenly became angry. Isn't work less important than Zheng Lanxing? He actually had to work overtime on such an important day!

Half an hour later, Song Xun was alone, and he cautiously rang the doorbell with the gift he had chosen.

The person who opened the door was an old man in his sixties, who led him inside.

Zheng Lanxing's house has a large artificial lake with a pavilion in the middle. People can go boating in it in the summer. It must be very cool. Song Xun poked his head out to look around curiously and gradually found something wrong.

"Didn't Zhao Huo and the others come over?"

Hearing this, the old man said, "You are the first one to come here."

Song Xun walked slowly: "Do you know when they will come?" In fact, what he wanted to ask more was, will Zhao Huo and the others come?

Old man: “I don’t know about that.”

I didn't see a single car on the way in from the courtyard. It was so quiet that it didn't look like a birthday celebration at all. Considering the relationship between Zhao Huo and Zheng Lanxing, they must have come a long time ago to celebrate the birthday. There shouldn't be no noise at all.

Song Xun couldn't help but want to pull his hair. What if Zheng Lanxing didn't plan to hold a birthday party at all? It would be too abrupt for him to come here alone.

In front of them was the main entrance of the villa. Song Xun suddenly stopped and handed the gift to the old man: "I won't go in. Please pass it to Zheng Lanxing for me."

The old man didn't reach out his hand, and a voice came from above the villa.

"Now that you're here, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Song Xun looked up and saw Zheng Lanxing, who was leaning on the railing of the second-floor terrace in grey plaid pajamas. The soft cotton pajamas made him look softer. His naturally drooping hair made the corners of his eyes curved upwards.

Song Xun withdrew his hand awkwardly and stood there, not knowing what to say.

"Come in." Zheng Lanxing turned and left the terrace, disappearing from Song Xun's sight.

The old man stepped forward, opened the door, and made a gesture of invitation: "Maybe you need to hand it to the gentleman in person."

Song Xun pursed his lips, thanked him, and walked in holding the gift.

Zheng Lanxing happened to come down the stairs, his eyes fell on Song Xun who had just entered the room, and he did not hide his expectation: "What are you preparing?"

Seeing Zheng Lanxing reaching out for a gift, Song Xun felt a little curious and handed the gift to him.

Zheng Lanxing opened the box, lowered his eyes and looked at it for a while, seeming to be very satisfied. His always cold eyes showed signs of melting, and he returned the box.

Song Xun was stunned for a moment, thinking that he didn't like the gift, and felt a little heavy in his heart for no reason.

"What are you standing there for? Put it on me."

Zheng Lanxing's voice urged, and he stretched out his hand and waved.

His fingers were long and clean, the veins on the back of his hands were slightly protruding, and the muscles in his forearms were flowing.

Song Xun stared at the hand in front of him in a daze, lowered his head to take out the bracelet from the box, tried to avoid skin contact, and put it on him.

Zheng Lanxing's brows relaxed and he looked at the bracelet for a few seconds: "Not bad."

Although his tone was reluctant, his expression went against his will.

Song Xun did not expose him, and asked in a roundabout way: "Didn't Zhao Huo and the others come?"

He prayed in his heart that they were just delayed by something and delayed their arrival.

Zheng Lanxing said casually: "They won't come."

Song Xunxin was dead.

So in fact, he was the only one who rushed here foolishly, without knowing anything about the situation, and it was obvious that Zheng Lanxing had no intention of holding a birthday party.

If he knew this was the case, he would choose to send blessings on his mobile phone instead of visiting the person alone.

Zheng Lanxing poured a cup of hot milk from the kitchen: "Sit anywhere."

Song Xun was very foresighted and found a single sofa to sit down, and took the milk with both hands: "Thank you."

This was his first time coming to Zheng Lanxing's house. He noticed something wrong as soon as he entered the door. It was too empty and too quiet. It didn't look like a place where people lived.

Zheng Lanxing sat down on the sofa closest to Songxun and crossed her legs casually: "Why are you so nervous? I'm not going to eat you."

Song Xun put his knees together neatly and placed his hands on them: "I'm not nervous."

Zheng Lanxing sneered, as if laughing at his hypocrisy.

After a moment of silence, Song Xun realized that he hadn't said happy birthday yet.

He looked at Zheng Lanxing and was about to speak when he heard a noise outside the house, and the sound of high heels tapping became gradually clearer.

The middle-aged woman carrying a shoulder bag came over aggressively and turned her face to Zheng Lanxing who was sitting on the sofa: "Zheng Hehai is your biological father, and this is how you treat him? I regret giving birth to you!"

The woman's eyes were filled with disgust as she pointed at Zheng Lanxing's nose and cursed.

It's hard to believe that this is something a mother could say to her own child.

Zheng Lanxing stood up from the sofa with a cold expression: "Let's talk upstairs if you have anything to say."