Mrs. Yu clapped her hands and smiled with crooked eyebrows.
"Xiao Song, grandma wishes you a happy birthday, always smile and be happy every day."
Nan Song's eyes were a little wet, "Thank you, grandma, please take care of yourself."
Mr. Yu leaned towards the screen and smiled like an old naughty boy: "Xiao Song, thanks to you, I can finally have a bite of cake. They usually look at me and won't let me eat. Happy birthday~"
Nan Song laughed, "You have diabetes, so you'd better eat less and pay attention to your health."
Yu Fengjiao was sitting in a wheelchair. The weather was hot. Her knees were still covered with the thin blanket embroidered by Nan Song. There was a gentle smile on her usually serious face, "Happy birthday, my daughter."
"Thank you Aunt Yu. I received your gift. It's so expensive. How could you part with it?"
Yu Fengjiao smiled and said: "What's the gift I'm not willing to part with? If you like it, I'll keep it all for you."
Yu Zeyu created a group called "No Big Brother Group". Except for Yu Jinwen, almost everyone in the Yu family was in the group. They all sent birthday wishes to Nan Song, but they all tacitly refrained from mentioning Yu Jinwen.
Nan Song looked at the waves of blessings and sighed softly in his heart.
No matter what happened between her and Yu Jinwen, most people in the Yu family treated her sincerely.
She has always been clear about grudges and grudges. She will remember all the good things done to her and will not tolerate those who hurt her.
...
Yu Jinwen knocked on the door of Suite No. 77 in Shuiyunjian.
Now he comes to Nancheng more and more frequently, and it has almost become his and Fu Yu's second home.
The door was opened from the inside, and Fu Yu appeared in the door holding a chicken wing in his mouth. He was wearing a black vest and a pair of large black pants underneath, and his muscle lines were clearly visible.
However, Yu Jinwen is not a woman, so he has no interest in appreciating it. He only feels that he is a loser and an otaku.
"Come back so early?"
Fu Yu raised his peach blossom eyes and said, "It seems that things are not going well. How about it? Have you met anyone and eaten the cake?"
It's purely a matter of which pot is not opened and which pot is lifted.
Yu Jinwen ignored him, walked in, looked at the fried chicken and beer on the coffee table, frowned, "Eat this late at night, do you want to gain weight? Or do you want to enter middle age as soon as possible?"
The two of them hurt each other.
Fu Yu jumped on the sofa and continued to eat chicken wings, "What do you know? I am taking advantage of the fact that my metabolism is still relatively fast. I don't dare to eat it when I am middle-aged. Do you want some?"
"
"No." Yu Jinwen refused coldly, went to the wine cabinet, opened a bottle of whiskey, and came over with two glasses.
Fu Yu's eyes were fixed on his hand with a band-aid on it, "What's wrong with the hand?"
Before Yu Jinwen could speak, he added: "Did you use some bitter trick on Nan Song again? You can alternate the thirty-six strategies. Don't always use the same trick. If the wolf comes three times, it won't work."
"No."
Yu Jinwen was in a depressed mood. Let alone any cruel tricks, even if he committed seppuku in front of Nan Song, she probably wouldn't look at him again now.
He raised his hand to pour the wine, but Fu Yu stopped him, "I'm injured, why should I drink? I'm not afraid of inflammation."
"This little injury is nothing, it doesn't matter."
Yu Jinwen didn't think so, so he took his hand away, poured two glasses of wine, and said, "Have a drink with me."
Fu Yu looked at the whiskey, suddenly remembered something, and said with a smile: "I still remember that time in the jungle, when I went to rescue Nan Song. I narrowly escaped death and completed the mission. I handed over a box of whiskey to the enemy. Everyone died that time.
After escaping, I finally managed to save my life and came back. I didn't care about it. I opened a box of wine and got very drunk. The next day, I was punished by the squadron leader and ran across the mountain. My feet were covered with blood blisters.
....”
Yu Jinwen also thought about it, a faint smile appeared on his lips, but he said: "That box of whiskey does not belong to the enemy."