The big-name husband has played too much: the poisonous pet, the good girl

"Baby, go in!"

Tian Junhao hugged her, surrounded by countless people, and was invited into the hall by the stars.

A 99-storey cake suddenly appeared in front of her.

An Ying snuggled up to Tian Junhao, she looked like a little woman, the blush on her face couldn't fade away.

Countless guests surrounded them. [

At this time, Bing Yu took the microphone and cleared his throat.

"Everyone, please be quiet. Today is the 18th birthday of our charming queen, Ms. An Ying. It is also Ms. An Ying's coming-of-age ceremony. It is also a big gift for Ms. An Ying to recognize her relatives. Ahem, the last gift is temporarily selling one Guan Zi, announced by our charming king himself. Now, let us give warm applause, and welcome Miss An Ying to make a wish and blow out the candles, oh!"

Thunderous applause filled the hall.

The music started and everyone sang the birthday song together: "Happy Birthday to You...Happy Birthday to You...Happy Birthday to You...Happy Birthday to You..."

An Ying pursed her lips, looking a little reserved and embarrassed under the attention of everyone.

Subconsciously, she grabbed Tianjunhao's robe tightly, she had never experienced such a scene.

Not used to it, An Ying felt that the smile on her face was almost petrified.

"Baby, don't be nervous, close your eyes, make a wish, and then tell me in a low voice, I will definitely make your wish come true." Tian Junhao's heavenly voice echoed in her ears.

An Ying calmed down before she nodded, closed her eyes, made a soft wish, and then opened them.

"Baby, what wish did you make?" Tian Junhao couldn't help asking her as he looked at her slender eyelashes fluttering up and down.

An Ying blinked her eyes, took a deep breath, and took another deep breath.

She had a feeling of seeing death as home, and let go of the hand that was holding the corner of Tian Junhao's clothes.

Then, he signaled Bingyu to hand her the microphone.

An Ying grasped the hand of the Nike style, slightly sweating.

I'm so flustered!

She made up her mind and must take advantage of today's opportunity to confess her love to Tian Junhao.

Just die, she just wants to fly moths to the flame once.

Tian Junhao didn't know what An Ying wanted to do, so he could only look at her quietly.