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Chapter 164 She Is His Wish
Tang Yimo replied calmly: "Uncle Ding told me."

Mo Yuchi narrowed his eyes slightly: "Oh, are you investigating me?"

"You?" Tang Yimo stared at him up and down for a moment, then asked indifferently: "Why do you need me to investigate?"

Mo Yuchi: "..."

Tang Yimo pursed her lips: "You helped me yesterday, so I will return you a gift."

Mo Yu hesitated, and opened the bottle. The pills inside were exactly what he saw in the pharmacy this morning.

So, Tang Yimo was busy all night, making pills for him.

The light in her eyes deepened a little, and even if she returned the salute, her mood became more cheerful.

"Missy's gift, I like it very much." After Mo Yuchi finished speaking, he put the medicine bottle into the drawer and locked it.

Only then did Tang Yimo nod his head, after much deliberation, he still said, "Happy birthday."

Mo Yuchi raised his eyes to look at her, his eyes darkened for a moment, and then he said aloud, "Since it's my birthday, I should eat the cake, right?"

Tang Yimo was stunned for a moment, she thought that Mo Yuchi didn't like this.

She didn't refuse, but nodded: "Yes."

Come to think of it, she was the only one still living here, since she wanted to thank him, it wouldn't be too much to eat a cake with him.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door.

"speak."

"Second young master, the cake is ready, do you want the flowers to bloom now?" It was Uncle Ding's voice.

"Okay, I see, come down immediately." Mo Yuchi said.

Tang Yimo was a little surprised, or confused, how could Mo Yuchi make the cake in advance? Could it be that he planned to celebrate her birthday with her early in the morning?
She didn't ask, but just followed him out of the study.

When we arrived at the restaurant, a [-]-inch cake was placed in the middle of the table, and a strong mango smell wafted through our nostrils.

Tang Yimo couldn't help curling his lips.

Her favorite fruit is mango.

For the first time, a little girl's brilliance appeared in her eyes: "Second Young Master, do you like mangoes too?"

Mo Yuchi did not speak, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, which was rare and soft in the candlelight.

Tang Yimo was distracted for a moment.

At this moment, Uncle Ding came over, put down the cake-cutting knife, and asked all the servants to go out with him.

Suddenly, only Tang Yimo and Mo Yuchi were left in the room.

Mo Yuchi took out a candle from the table, lit it and inserted it into the cake.

The flames of the candlelight shone brightly in his deep eyes.

Tang Yimo looked at him, and rarely said kindly: "Make a wish."

Mo Yuchi did not make a wish, but pulled away the chair in front of her, looked at her, pursed his lips slightly, and said in a voice like wine, "Miss, please sit down."

Tang Yimo walked over and sat down.

Mo Yuchi walked across from her, cut the cake with a knife, and handed it to her.

Tang Yimo looked at him suspiciously: "Aren't you going to make a wish?"

Mo Yuchi leaned back on the seat, crossed his legs comfortably, and said slowly: "My wish was granted when I was here, and there is only one."

She is his wish.

His eyes darkened a lot, and he lowered his head slightly, the aggressive light in his eyes blurred.

Looking up again, he gave her the mango on top of the cake.

Tang Yimo took a sip, looked at him thoughtfully, and suddenly became curious about him.

His wish has been going on for many years now.

What is the wish to fall to the ground that Mo Yuchi, a standard prince, cannot realize?
(End of this chapter)