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On Luo Yi's birthday, Wen Xiaohui arranged leave with his colleagues in advance, got up early, and rushed to Luo Rui's house.

Luo Rui opened the door wearing Fatty Lan's apron and stuffed bunny slippers, "Beibi, come on, come on, I'm ready."

Wen Xiaohui was carrying large and small bags, including gifts for Luo Yi, the clothes and cosmetics he would wear tonight, and the decorations he bought yesterday. He put the things down and rubbed Luo Rui's light chestnut curly hair.

, "This hairstyle looks so cute, I'm so awesome."

Luo Rui said with a smile: "The hair style is very good. It looks good mainly because I have a small face."

"Smell." Wen Xiaohui stretched out his arms, "I'm exhausted from all this stuff, let's get started quickly."

Luo Rui's parents have been doing business abroad for a long time and rarely come home. Because they can't make up for their son in terms of time, they try their best to meet his material requirements. Therefore, Luo Rui renovated this big house to make it more and more girlish.

Every detail reveals the owner's attitude towards exquisite life.

Luo Rui's kitchen is more like a laboratory, filled with a bunch of baking tools that Wen Xiaohui can't even name, and the pastry models alone fill an entire display cabinet.

Wen Xiaohui sighed: "You cook so many sweets all day long without getting fat. I really admire you."

"I have a good metabolism." Luo Rui rubbed his hands, "Come on, let's get started."

After Wen Xiaohui's observation, Luo Yi didn't like sweets very much, so he planned to make a strawberry cheese layer cake, which was simple and delicious.

While Luo Rui was beating eggs, Wen Xiaohui put the bright strawberries one by one in the basin and washed them.

Luo Rui walked over, picked up one and threw it into his mouth: "Wow, these strawberries are beautiful and delicious."

Wen Xiaohui patted his hand: "Imported from the United States, it costs six yuan a piece."

"Aw, stingy."

After Wen Xiaohui washed the strawberries, he followed the method Luo Rui taught him, using chopsticks to poke out the core, and then carefully cutting into thin slices with a knife.

Luo Rui looked at it and was very dissatisfied: "Your knife skills are terrible, be careful with your hands."

"It's sandwiched in the cake anyway, and you can't see it."

"Who said you can't see it? Do you know that the thickness of each layer is so different that it's very ugly?" Luo Rui pushed him away, "Go away, I'll do it."

Wen Xiaohui could only watch from the sidelines.

After cutting the strawberries, Wen Xiaohui fried the mille-feuille cakes under Luo Rui's nagging and supervision, then laid them out layer by layer, and finally taught him step by step how to write with butter.

It took two hours and the cake was finally ready.

Wen Xiaohui looked at the slightly twisted words "Happy Birthday" on the cake and felt quite accomplished.

Luo Rui made a sad face: "So ugly and vulgar."

"What's so ugly and so vulgar!"

"Writing 'Happy Birthday' on a cake is ugly and vulgar. Why don't you just write 'Shou' in traditional Chinese?"

"Why do you have so many things to do? It's not just for you."

"Its appearance in my kitchen is a stain on my aesthetics." Luo Rui turned his head and waved his little hands vigorously, "Hurry up and put it on, don't let me look at it again."

Wen Xiaohui was too lazy to pay attention to him and carefully put the cake in the box.

Luo Rui opened the oversized double-door four-layer refrigerator. There were more than a dozen art-like cakes displayed inside. Each one was so exquisite and unique that it looked fake. It made people salivate. There was a refreshing and fragrant cream smell mixed with it.

The air-conditioning came out, and the smell was refreshing. Luo Rui said: "Why don't you bring another one with you? If Luo Yi asks you who taught you how to do it, you can at least prove that it's not the teacher."

Wen Xiaohui gave him a middle finger gesture: "No. But why are you making so many cakes?"

"Sell it. I've been selling cakes on Weibo recently. Some people have reserved these cakes. Before opening the store, I'll try to gain popularity. Remember to advertise for me." Luo Rui looked at his work with happiness on his face.

"No problem." Wen Xiaohui put up the cake, "I'm leaving, I have to go back and decorate it."

"Hey, I got the photo of the person I want to introduce to you. It's on my computer. Why don't you leave without taking a look at it?"

"Next time, don't worry." Wen Xiaohui blew a kiss to him, "Bye bye Beibi."

Luo Rui muttered from behind: "He's very handsome... Oh, slow down, what if you fall?"

Wen Xiaohui hurriedly got into the car and went straight to Luo Yi's place.

Luo Yi was still at school and had not come back. Wen Xiaohui put the cake in the refrigerator, and then started tying ribbons, blowing balloons, choosing music, and arranging flowers. He felt that Luo Yi's family was so abnormal and he must have never had a good birthday. He must

Give Luo Yi an unforgettable sixteenth birthday.

By the time he finished decorating the living room, he was already covered in sweat. He went to take a shower, change his clothes, put on light makeup, and then put the cake in place. At this moment, he saw from the window that someone stopped at the door of the villa.

A car. He was a little surprised. Because he couldn't cook, he ordered Western food from the hotel. Now he drives a Mercedes-Benz when delivering food?

He opened the door and walked out, and a man in a black suit got out of the car, holding a gift box in his hand.

The man was slightly startled when he saw him.

Wen Xiaohui frowned and said, "Who are you?"

The man looked at the house number and said, "This is Ms. Luo's house."

"yes."

"Where is Master Luo Yi? Who are you?"

"He didn't come back from school. Well, I'm his friend."

"Oh." The man came over, "The master asked me to give the young master a birthday gift."

Master... Young Master... If this man's expression wasn't so serious, Wen Xiaohui almost burst into tears, but when he thought about it, could this man be referring to Luo Yi's father? Apart from that, there seemed to be no other possibility. He was curious.

He said: "Master...is he Luo Yi's father?"

The man nodded, as if he didn't want to say more: "Do you know when the young master will come back?"

"It's almost done. Do you want me to hand it over to him?"

"Thank you, but this gift needs to be delivered to the young master in person."

"Then...you go inside and sit down?"

The man shook his head: "The young master will be unhappy, I will just wait here."

Wen Xiaohui frowned and looked at him, not knowing what to do. It was too strange to leave a living person like this in the yard.

The man said: "Just go and do your own thing, don't worry about me."

"……All right."

Wen Xiaohui glanced at him again and then entered the room. After a while, the food deliveryman came. When he came out to sign for the goods, he saw the man in black standing upright at the door like a statue. He had a really good figure, but his face was a little bit...

ugly.

He put the food and wine on the table, looked around, everything was ready, and was waiting for the birthday boy to come back.

The sun was setting. Wen Xiaohui had been busy from morning to night. After a tiring day, he leaned on the sofa and fell into a daze. He didn't know how long he had slept, but he was suddenly woken up by some noise. He jumped up from the sofa and heard that the sound was

Came from the yard.

He opened the door, and sure enough it was Luo Yi who came back. He only heard Luo Yi say coldly: "What is it, take it back."

"Master, I have requested that I must deliver it to you."

"Do I have any obligation to accept it?" Luo Yi threw the bicycle into the yard, turned around and walked back into the house.

Wen Xiaohui felt embarrassed that he had been caught peeping, and said awkwardly: "You are back."

When Luo Yi saw him, his expression seemed to be forcibly softened: "Brother Xiaohui, please go in first."

Wen Xiaohui nodded, closed the door, and then put his ear against the door to listen.

Just listen to Luo Yi say: "Put the things here, you go, don't show up at my house casually."

"Yes, Master."

After a while, Wen Xiaohui watched the car drive away.

He hurriedly showed up in the middle of the living room, feeling quite annoyed because of this little episode that all the surprises he had prepared were gone.

Luo Yi pushed the door open and came in. When he saw the carefully decorated living room, his frozen face changed from indifference to surprise, and finally melted into a smile.

Seeing him smile, Wen Xiaohui breathed a sigh of relief. He stretched out his hands from behind, each holding a spray bottle with colorful ribbons. He sprayed it into the sky and shouted: "Luo Yi, happy sixteenth birthday!" and drew a picture.

Big love.

Luo Yi threw the gift box in his hand to the ground, walked over in a few steps, and hugged Wen Xiaohui.

Wen Xiaohui was shocked, and the spray bottle in his hand spit out colorful ribbons, which fell on the two people's faces, entangling them like a spider web...

Time seemed to stand still at that moment, and even the music in the living room seemed unable to cover up the sound of my heart beating violently.

Luo Yi said in a very low voice in Wen Xiaohui's ear: "Thank you."

Wen Xiaohui threw the spray bottle on the ground, put his arms around his back, and said with a smile: "You're welcome, I hope you will spend every birthday happily in the future."

Luo Yi couldn't help but tighten his arms and hugged Wen Xiaohui with a force that seemed to embed him into his body. Wen Xiaohui felt a little embarrassed and stroked his head: "Okay, okay, I know you are very touched.

"

Luo Yi let go of him, his expression gentle and happy: "This is my first birthday."
To be continued...