Chao Simuan

Su Ziyan went to Wei Hui's house first. As soon as Shi Yi came back from the outside, when he reached the gate, he saw Su Ziyan get off the car with a cake and a bag in his hand. She walked over in two or three steps and called, "Doctor Su."

Su Ziyan turned his head and smiled: "Eleven."

"Why are you outside?"

Eleven bit her lips: "Go for a walk."

Su Ziyan nodded: "Alright, walk more to exercise, but it will be winter soon, so you can't stay outside for long."

Especially because she is not in good health, and if the cold wind blows too much, she will definitely catch a cold.

Eleven hummed softly when he heard the words, then saw the cake in his hand and asked, "What is this?"

Only then did Su Ziyan return to her with a tall cake and smiled: "Today is Miss San's birthday, I'm here to celebrate her birthday."

Eleven was stunned for a few seconds, Miss San's birthday?

Today is Miss San's birthday?

Then she—does she need to prepare any presents?

Su Ziyan took two steps towards the gate, seeing that Eleven didn't keep up, he shouted, "What's wrong with you?"

Eleven regained consciousness, looked up at him, thought for a while and said, "Doctor Su, go in first, I will come in later."

Su Ziyan didn't doubt that he was there, and nodded with a slight smile: "Okay."

As he spoke, he turned and entered Wei's house.

Eleven stood next to his car and knelt down, thinking whether he should buy Miss San a gift or not. Miss San took her out of the fire cage and gave her a good life. She didn't force her to do anything, even Because of her, even the servants at home have been changed.

Miss San is so kind to her, she should prepare a gift for Miss San.

!What can be prepared?

Eleven walked towards the nearby supermarket with heavy steps. She couldn't afford the expensive gifts, and she was embarrassed to give the cheap ones. After looking around for about 10 minutes, she came out of the gift area and turned her head to see the Dolls on the cabinet.

It was in the shape of a puppy, about the size of a pillow, and it was grayish. When Eleven saw this, she thought of Twelve. She took it from the cabinet and bit her lip.

Wei Hui came home just after six o'clock, and when she got out of the car, she saw Su Ziyan talking to Eleven. The two of them were talking about something, beaming with joy, and she walked over with her high heels, Luoluo said, "Ziyan."

With a natural and familiar tone, Eleven took two steps towards Wei Hui and said respectfully, "Miss San."

Wei Hui glanced past her, and said softly, "Go in."

Eleven bowed his head and followed behind Wei Hui and Su Ziyan in a muffled voice, hearing the two chatting.

"Why did you come here?"

"Need not."

"No need, I just remember your birthday. You, now, every year is one year less, and every year is one year. Cherish it."

Eleven didn't understand the rest of the words clearly. She was full of Su Ziyan's words. Every year is less than one year, and one year is one year. Could it be that Miss San is seriously ill?

With this thought in mind, she looked sideways at Wei Hui. Under the setting sun, Wei Hui's expression was indifferent, his facial features were deep and sharp, his face was not as serious as usual, but a little more gentle. Such a third lady, she can't tell that she is sick at all. But she saw her with a fever last time, accompanied her for an examination, and the deal she said.