I'm jealous, but I don't say

Birthday. "

Shen Song knew why and asked, "So what?"

Gu Chengye stretched out his hand and said childishly, "A gift."

Shen Song said truthfully: "The gift has probably been delivered to your home by now."

"It's a gift arranged by Mrs. Shen, and it doesn't count." Gu Chengye said clearly, "I want your gift."

Shen Song joked with him, "It's not that I'm not interested in gifts."

"But I just want to see what gift you will prepare for me." Speaking of this, Gu Chengye seemed to understand something, and his tone became a little low for no reason, "Haven't you thought about giving me a gift?"

Although Shen Song himself doesn't really care about birthdays, he still remembers to prepare a gift for Ma Gan'er and Jiang An every year.

Thinking of this, Shen Song suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little bit too much. With an idea, he tore off a piece of paper neatly from the notebook, and carefully folded out a little star.

"Only this." Shen Song handed the little star to him.

Gu Chengye solemnly took the little star from his palm, stretched his arm and raised it high, as if looking at the starry sky thousands of miles away, with an extraordinarily focused expression, and seemed to be hiding a bit of uncontrollable joy.

After a while, Gu Chengye carefully put away the little star, and snorted softly, "You still have a conscience. Of course, I'm so generous. In return, I'll take you to a place tomorrow."