In my ears, I heard He Zhao chattering endlessly...

"Mr. Yu, have you met Mr. Nan and spoken to her?"

"I finally got in, but why did I come out so quickly? I didn't even say a few words. What a waste."

"We have completely offended Chef Ding this time. Why don't I go back and prepare a gift for him to apologize to him? I saw that he was so frightened that he thought we were going to kidnap him...

..."

Yu Jinwen said "hmm" and said, "It's up to you."

He Zhao turned around and continued to ask, "The colorful porcelain you asked me to bring out from the museum cut the old curator Wen's flesh so hard that it really made him cry. Ms. Nan knew that the porcelain was worth so much money.

?"

He was worried that Nan Song would not know the goods, "This colorful porcelain is much more valuable than the four small enamel bowls before..."

"Why are you talking so much, and it's not your money you're spending."

Yu Jinwen interrupted him impatiently.

Antique jade collections are inseparable. How could a jade carving master in Nansong fail to recognize a colorful porcelain? As for how much it is worth...

Birthday gifts are given with a thought.

He lowered his eyes and looked at his hands. If he hadn't been too stupid to make a necklace and pricked his hands with blood, he would have really wished he could give her something he made by himself.

Just like the gift she made for him with her own hands.

He had no experience, so he went out of his way to check some posts on the Internet, saying that you have to be attentive when pursuing someone. The amount of care he put into Nan Song was not even one thousandth of the way she treated him back then.

But who gave her the smiley face necklace she wore around her neck?

Could it be that he is also the one chasing her?

...

It was getting late and the birthday party was over.

The brothers hadn't seen each other for a long time, and they planned to go for a drink. Nan Song had work to do tomorrow, so he didn't want to accompany him. He took a bunch of gifts and drove the emerald sports car given by his brother back to the rose garden.

The colorful porcelain vase was reluctant to throw away, so Nan Song brought it back.

Her grandfather once taught her, "When you encounter a good thing, you can't let it go no matter what. If you waste it, you will be struck by lightning from the sky."

When we got home, the rain abated and it was pouring down.

Nan Song was a little tired. She changed her clothes and was about to take off her makeup. She took out her silent mobile phone and took a look. There were many messages and missed calls, most of which were birthday wishes.

Many of them were sent by the Yu family.

Ms. Yu Fengjiao, Yu Zeyu, Yu Fanyin, etc. all sent her birthday wishes, caring about her health, and greetings about her work and family. It was the same as in previous years, but it was different.

But Nan Song still felt a sense of warmth.

Thinking about it carefully, in the past three years, she was able to survive in such a loveless marriage because people in the Yu family who cared about her gave her some warmth.

Nan Song thought for a while and then responded to them.

As soon as I finished replying to Yu Zeyu's message, he got a video call from him.

Nan Song was stunned for a moment, then opened the phone to answer the call. Yu Zeyu's handsome little face appeared on the screen, "Sister Nan, happy birthday!"

"Thank you Xiaoyu, I received your blessing."

As soon as Nan Song finished speaking, she heard Yu Zeyu's "Dang Dang Dang Dang", and then the scene turned to show a whole family sitting on the sofa, guarding the cake, singing Happy Birthday to celebrate her birthday.

"Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you...Happy birthday, Xiao Song!"
Chapter completed!