Chapter 275: Send your birthday present(14)

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When Joan got close, she saw that the man was holding a cigarette in one hand and a pen-like object in the other, and he stared straight at the pen, not knowing what to think.
Qiao An bit her lower lip and moved closer to the place where Lu Jinnian was standing. Lu Jinnian, who had always been distracted, then realized that someone was approaching, suddenly turned his head, and glanced at Qiao coldly. An OK, then quickly put the recording pen in his hand into the trouser pocket, and asked in a cold tone: "Who let you in?"
It has been a long time since Lu Jinnian has spoken to her in such apathetic tone of freezing death.
Qiao An was uncomfortable and shivered. She looked at the man timidly and found the look on the man's face. The coldness was scary. Joan was so nervous that she became nervous and frightened, and she grasped it subconsciously. He swallowed a spit in the gift box in his hand, and then closed his eyes and handed the thing in front of him. The voice said softly and softly, "Send it to you."
After finishing these three words, Joan found that his heart was about to exceed his load.
She felt that at this moment, with her carefully written love letter in her arms, she felt exactly the same when she went to Hangzhou to find him. She was anxious, uneasy, nervous, excited, just for a short minute. Time, her palms were wet with sweat.
Lu Jinnian turned his head indifferently again and glanced at the blue gift box held by Qiao An's white and tender little hand. His eyebrows frowned, and his eyes fell on Qiao An's good head with a puzzled expression, and he never stretched out. The meaning of taking over.
Joan doesn’t know how long it has passed. Her hands holding the gift box have become somewhat panic acid, and her heart has become more embarrassed. She can’t help but secretly raised her eyelids, glanced at the man, and found the man’s vision was deep. Han Che, looking at her like a thousand years of ice and snow, Joan trembles with the finger holding the gift box, instinctively takes a step back, and then whispered another four words: "Happy birthday."
Qiao Anhao's voice was very low, but it clearly passed into Lu Jinnian's ears.
His delicate and cold cheeks froze for a moment, staring at Joan's good head, and struck through a layer of consternation. He seemed to be uncertain. After a while, the tone of the voice spoke softly, and he asked, "What do you say?" ?"
From his home tonight to the present, this is the first sentence he said. Although there were only four words, Joan Hao relaxed all over his body.
Her courage became a little bit bigger, she raised her head, looked at Jin Nian's still indifferent face, and repeated what she had just said: "Happy birthday."
After a pause, Joan Hao added two words: "Happy birthday to you!"
Qiao An had "Happy Birthday" twice in a row, so that Lu Jinnian finally determined that he had heard it correctly.
Happy birthday... very simple four words, but for him, it is so strange.
Let's take a closer look. It should have been 17 or eight years since I last heard these four words.
Lu Jinnian wanted to say something, but he felt that his throat was blocked by something. He opened his mouth but could not make a sound.