Evil Army Junior: Sir, please respect yourself

Tian Lingxin froze for a moment, and looked in the direction the man glanced at, and soon, he saw the cake that was already made on the table.

On the cake, there were some distorted fonts, and the four words "Happy Birthday" were written in big buttercream.

Can't you see it?Of course, making a cake is to celebrate a birthday, otherwise what would you do?

Looking up at the man who was frowning inexplicably in front of him, Tian Lingxin also frowned slightly, put on her toes, followed his tall body, and took the candle in his hand.

Then he pushed his hand away slightly, slipped under his arm and replied indifferently; "I don't know the reason for making up for grandma's birthday, but grandma should be very concerned about this birthday cake, but it's the first time Do, not do well."

Walking over, Tian Lingxin ignored the man behind him, and slowly opened the candle, took out a candle from inside, and carefully inserted it in the middle of the cake.

"Then you can take a hot shower first." Turning around, looking at the woman who was carefully inserting the cake into the middle of the cake, a flash of light flashed across her eyes.

Tian Lingxin took a deep breath, as if he didn't hear what the man behind him said, he slowly lowered his head and glanced at the cake that had already been made, before turning his head; "Uncle, you are so free, why don't you help me with this cake?" Take it to grandma's room, it's already eleven o'clock."

Naturally, Tian Lingxin was not a fool, and from his tone, he could vaguely feel a slight concern.

It's just that if you want to take a shower, maybe it's too late. In the past, the old man went to bed on time at ten o'clock, so I don't know if it's too late now.

Hearing Tian Lingxin's words, Leng Xuanhan's eyes dimmed, but he didn't say anything. He stepped forward to pick up the cake on the table, and then followed the woman who walked out first. .

Looking at the slender figure walking ahead, Leng Xuanhan's deep black eyes were quietly stained with a soft light.

This silly woman really made him...

Concubine Yin Yu in the room was not asleep. At this moment, she was sitting on the sofa in the room, holding a dilapidated book and flipping through it carefully.

Those eyes that were always sharp were now stained with soft nostalgia, with tears glistening slightly.

This book is her and her old man's favorite collection of poems. Since the old man left, she only occasionally reads it. However, every year on her birthday, she can't help but read it.

Because, there are too many memories, every time I read this collection of poems, I can't help but think of the old man.

Like that birthday cake...

However, at this moment, there was a knock on the door.

Yin Yufei, who seemed to be immersed in memories, just raised her hand and brushed the corner of her eyes, the soft light in her eyes just now has disappeared.

He looked up at the clock, it was eleven eighteen!

Who is here so late?

The servants of the Leng family knew that Concubine Yin Yu didn't like to be disturbed after ten o'clock.

By this point, the servants should have returned.

Concubine Yin Yu thought it was the servant who came here, but when she heard the knock on the door, she frowned in a serious manner.

Putting the book in his hand on the desk, he immediately got up from the sofa, walked to the door with big strides, and opened the door with a heavy face.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the door opened, two voices, one high and the other low, rang out, singing the somewhat unfamiliar happy birthday song.