Chapter 257 Don’t Mention the Number 28

Oh haha~

Clearly feeling Mo Yuchen's cold black eyes moving on the gift bag held in his left and right hands, Shen Xingluo seemed to have fallen from a high mountain to a bottomless valley, desperate but helpless. , I struggled for half a minute but it had no effect at all.

"Don't you want to eat cake? Why don't you come in?"

Looking back, Mo Yuchen turned the wheelchair, turned around and slid the wheelchair into the room.

call.

Shen Xingluo couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief and lowered his head again to look at the gift bag in his hand.

She regrets it now.

When she regretted why she bought something, she only thought of herself and completely forgot about Mo Yuchen.

If only she could think about Mo Yuchen, she wouldn't be in a desperate situation.

Dragging heavy steps, she slowly approached the room.

"Why don't you come over quickly?"

At that time, Mo Yuchen was already sitting on the sofa.

On the table in front of him was a very delicious cake. The difference from before was that candles were already lit on the cake.

"Ang, come here."

In response, Shen Xingluo, who was standing at the door, didn't dare to let Mo Yuchen wait for a moment and hurried in and closed the door.

Seeing that there were a lot of candles on the side, Shen Xingluo temporarily placed the gift bag on the other side of the sofa and squatted opposite Mo Yuchen.

He grabbed the edge of the table with both hands, leaned his chin on the table, and asked curiously with his big eyes open, "Why only light one candle."

"lazy."

Mo Yuchen just replied with a single word.

"Let me help you."

Shen Xingluo quickly grabbed the pack of candles of various colors and counted them while inserting them on the cake.

"1, 2, 3, 4······"

"28."

After she excitedly put in the last candle, she looked up and met Mo Yuchen's face, which was as dark as Bao Gong's.

"What, what's wrong?"

she asked momentarily uneasy.

What else had she done to make him unhappy?

"Do you have to do so much?"

Looking at the cake full of candles, Mo Yuchen half-squinted his eyes, with a hint of displeasure on his stern face.

She must use this way to remind him that he is 7 years and 11 months older than her?

"Yes, you are 28 years old, of course you have to have 28 penises..."

However, before Shen Xingluo finished speaking, he was interrupted by Mo Yuchen with a cold voice.

"Shut up! Don't mention the number 28!"

Shen Xingluo: "······"

What happened to the number 28?

Why can't you mention it?

"Husband, is it true that my sister said that you will not live to be thirty?"

The only thing she could think of was that it was rumored that Mo Yuchen would not live to be thirty, so Mo Yuchen did not allow her to mention the number 28.

If the rumors were true, then Mo Yuchen would only have two years to live.

No wonder he was so angry.

"I won't live to be thirty?"

The corners of his thin lips were raised slightly, and Mo Yuchen's eyes were filled with a faint enchantment, "Come here."

Shen Xingluo stood up obediently and immediately walked to his side.

The next second, Mo Yuchen grabbed her hand and pulled her hard.

She threw herself directly into his arms.

"you······"

Holding his hard chest with both hands, Shen Xingluo raised his head and looked at him.

Turning over, Mo Yuchen directly pressed her under him.

"You don't think I can live to be thirty?"

The deep, hoarse voice stirred people's hearts like strings.

"I didn't think so. I just heard what others said."

Shen Xingluo quickly shook his head.

It's not what she said, it's a rumor!

The rumor that he would not live past thirty had nothing to do with her.

"Oh, then why do you think I can live past thirty?"

Mo Yuchen did not let go of her because of her immediate denial, lowered his head, and stopped ten centimeters away from her.

He raised his other hand and picked up her hair that was scattered on her face.

The corners of his mouth were slightly lifted, charming yet noble.

Cold fingertips traced across her face, and Shen Xingluo's body trembled uncontrollably. She didn't dare to look at Mo Yuchen, and looked away with her clear pupils, "You are young and strong. My body is so good that I can live not only to thirty years old, but also to ninety years old!"

"Is it?"

Mo Yuchen nodded with satisfaction, and the coldness between his brows gradually dissipated.

Young and strong!

Well, he liked that word.

Although he is 7 years and 11 months older than her, his physical fitness is no worse than those of young men in their early 20s.

He could satisfy everything she wanted.

Both mentally and physically.

"You know the truth."

He tapped the tip of her pretty nose.

"Then can we get up first, blow out the candles, and make a wish?"

Shen Xingluo's body trembled slightly with his touch. She stared at the burning candle on the table and asked softly.

"In no mood."

Seeing the firelight reflected in her black and white pupils, and the smell of jasmine and a little bit of sweet milk coming from her nose, Mo Yuchen reluctantly stood up and left.

"The candle will burn out soon."

Shen Xingluo urged.

Moreover, doesn't he have an idea of ​​how much he weighs?

She is bearing a weight that she should not bear.

"Fine."

Mo Yuchen slowly straightened up and pulled her up easily.

"Make a wish."

He looked at her,

"Want me to make a wish?"

Shen Xingluo turned his head to look at him in surprise, wondering if he had forgotten that he was the birthday boy today.

"If you don't make a wish, the candle will burn out."

he reminded.

"Oh fine."

Looking at the candle that had burned to the end, Shen Xingluo had no choice but to kneel in front of the table, clasping his hands and closing his eyes tightly, focused and sincere.

"Ask God to bless her mother, grandpa, and grandma to be free from worries in another paradise world."

"I hope she can get her grandparents' estate back soon."

"Um...what is the third wish?"

Just when Shen Xingluo felt that she had no other wishes to fulfill, Mo Yuchen's voice sounded behind her.

"You are so greedy, how many wishes have you made?"

Suddenly, Shen Xingluo quickly added in his heart, "I hope God will bless her and not give Mo Yuchen a chance to kill her."

Mo Yuchen, who had his legs crossed, crossed his arms and looked at the serious Shen Xingluo arrogantly, his thin lips pursed into a straight line.

Instead of wishing on a birthday cake, she might as well wish on him.

After all, as long as she asks, he can satisfy her with anything.

Putting down his hands and opening his eyes, Shen Xingluo looked happily at Mo Yuchen behind him, "Okay. You can blow out the candles."

Mo Yuchen raised his eyebrows and said, "You made a wish, why do you want me to blow it?"

"Because you are the birthday girl."

After saying that, Shen Xingluo stretched out his hand to pull him, with a coquettish tone, "Blow, just blow. If you don't blow, the candle will be extinguished."