Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

At this time, the clerk pushed the cake in front of the two of them.

Mingmei saw Shirley's surprised expression and said with a smile: "What's the matter? You have to remember your birthday after all."

It turned out to be a birthday.

Shirley suddenly thought.

Before, she was wondering why her sister chose to eat in such a high-end place. In Winnet's words, it's not the food that matters, but the style. Given Winnet's big appetite, she probably won't be full.

I don't know what she will eat tonight.

Shirley smiled and thanked Mingmei. When she saw the beautiful cake with eighteen candles placed very closely together, she realized that she was no longer a little girl.

physically.

She was already older than Winnet had been when they first met.

"Haaah..." She took a deep breath.

Encouraged by Mingmei, she blew out the candle and made a wish in her heart.

Although she felt a little sorry for her sister, she decided to leave her sister's wish for next time. Today, she really wanted to see Winnet.

"What wish did you make?" Mingmei asked.

"If you say it out loud, it won't work, right?" Shirley asked back.

Shirley couldn't help but smile when she saw her sister's curious look like a little kid. "What's your wish?"

"Today is not my birthday."

"But I want to know."

"Well, since it's your lovely sister's request... my wish is to leave the organization with you, Shiho, and live a peaceful and stable life."

Sure enough, she still had such naive ideas.

Shirley didn't know how to persuade her, because this was also a way for her sister to show her concern for both of them.

If she denied it, it would be a denial of her sister's persistence so far, which would be a bit cruel. It would be better to guide her patiently and tell her that she could live a good life even if she did not leave the organization.

Some of the cakes were too big for two people to finish, so they had to pack them up to take home. Although I refused again and again, my sister still forced some on me.

The person who was coming to pick her up was already waiting at the side.

These people were later assigned to her for command. Although they could not be called her confidants, at least they would not disobey her orders, and she could dismiss them with just a word.

Shirley got in the car and returned to the institute.

Rather than returning to the residence prepared by the organization, she was more accustomed to sleeping next to Laboratory No. 4, because the core of her experiment was set up there. If the research was officially successful, her relationship with Winnet would be made public, and the boss would not stop them; even more, she would become a veteran member with great hard work and achievements.

She closed her eyes and rested for a while in the car.

"We're here, miss." reported the woman in black who was driving.

Shirley asked her to put the cake in her lounge. She went to the laboratory to organize today's materials and then returned to the lounge.

After making the coffee, Shirley went to the small bathroom to take a shower.

"Why are you still here?"

When Shirley came out of the bathroom, she found the woman in black who had picked her up standing in front of her. She was a little nervous and couldn't help but think about the location of the weapon.

"because……"

The moment the woman in black responded, Shirley rushed to the table by the window, opened the drawer, took out a Browning M1911 pistol and pointed it at the woman in black.

However, before she could fire, she felt a pain in her wrist and the gun fell to the ground.

Shirley's eyes widened, and her mouth was covered by the woman's hand, so she couldn't make a sound. At this time, the woman had already pointed the gun at her.

boom!

The muzzle of the gun sprayed out small fireworks at a birthday party, and the sound was similar to that of a small balloon bursting.

Sparkling glitter fell all over the floor.

"Shh..."

Shirley heard a very familiar voice.

"It's me!" The woman took off her sunglasses and lifted her mask like a masked robber.

It was almost like a human skin mask, with a layer being torn off, revealing his original face.

It's Winnet!

After Winnett released her hand that was covering her lips, Shirley snorted unhappily: "Did you learn it from that woman named Vermouth? You two are really close. She is willing to teach you even this top-secret technique..."

……

ps: I owe 19, there will be good things in the next chapter, ding ding!

135 Only Children Want Cake

Shirley pushed Winnet away and said, "It's rare that you still remember my birthday!"

Her expression was cold and her words were full of anger.

Winnet couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. Her moist, hot palms seemed to leave marks on her shoulders, with a long, burning feeling.

Shirley, who was away from Winnett, saw the mixed rain and snow falling outside the window. She walked to the computer and entered a command to turn on the electric heater in the cage containing the experimental subject.

After doing all this, Shirley turned her eyes back to Winnet and saw that her black coat was soaked by the rain and snow.

Shirley took down the bottle of coffee formula.

Winette organized her words.

"Well, I wanted to give you a surprise, so I asked Vermouth to do it..." She was about to explain that she came here specifically to see Shirley.

Shirley slammed the mug down on the table.

Winnett stopped talking midway. Shirley turned her head and glanced at her. "There's a bathroom here. Let's clean it up first to avoid catching a cold."

Winette nodded but said nothing.

"Go ahead. You can listen to the prepared excuses after you finish washing."

"what."

What excuse was there? Winnett went into the bathroom with her head down, and then she realized that she had no change of clothes.

She turned on the shower head and immersed herself in the dense water droplets, muttering to herself: "It was the same when I was in the United States. I should be used to it by now, right?"

"It backfired..."

Winnett didn't expect Shirley to be jealous of Vermouth.

She scratched her hair and washed it briefly without being too careful. The cool feeling of her skin touching the air made her feel a little lost.

Halfway through, Shirley brought in a large bath towel and hung it on the door handle.

She held it in her hand and it still felt wet. Could it be that Shirley had just used it? She slowly lifted the towel to her mouth and nose. In just a short moment, her cheeks became even redder than in the hot water.

As if facing something terrible, Winnett tried to take it away, but then she thought of its significance and gently put it on.

There seemed to be some residual body temperature of Shirley on it, and when it was draped over the body, it felt like there was a flame burning on it.

The orange devil suddenly danced on her shoulders.

Winnett felt her feet were soft and weak, as if she was stepping on a layer of sponge.

I walked to the bathroom entrance, slowly opened the door, and saw a pair of simple slippers neatly placed at the door. They felt slightly sticky, which seemed to indicate that they were brand new.

Shirley stood by the window holding a mug. There was a large table under the window, connected to a grid cabinet against the wall. On it were numerous chemical reagent bottles, each with a label and in order.

The computer desk is on one side of the cabinet, opposite it is a sofa bed, and the small bookshelf next to it is filled with medical books and English books.

There was a single bed in the corner, and on the round table not far in front were two bottles with chemical formulas attached to them. Winnet guessed that they were sugar and coffee, probably a unique interest of chemists.

A coffee cup.

Winnett's mood brightened when she saw the coffee cup, and she was surprised by the significant change in her mood.

When Shirley saw Winnet come out, she took the remaining cake to the round table, opened the paper cover, cut out a piece and put it on a small plate.

Winnet came over and murmured softly, "Originally, I wanted to prepare a cake, too."

"No need to prepare cake. My sister forced it on me. I'm not a child. I don't need cake."

The 1980s

Shirley put the small plate in front of Winnet, and Winnet stared at Shirley's profile anxiously.

"Well, just now..." Winette held the steaming coffee cup with both hands, rubbed her knuckles for a while, and then pinched the sides with a little force, "Did I go a little too far?"

"I'm very angry that another woman helped you prepare a surprise for me." Shirley sat on the stool at the side with a cold expression.

Winette looked Shirley in the eyes.

"But I'm very happy that you came to see me today," Shirley added.

Winnett didn't notice any joy, maybe Shirley was being shy. This somewhat stiff attitude made it impossible for her to relax, every move was very restrained, her eyes and voice were particularly stiff, as if she was under some kind of spell, unable to relax at all.

"Really? I have prepared a gift." Winnet mentioned.

Then she remembered that the gift was stuffed inside the clothes she had worn, so she wanted to go back to the bathroom to get it. Just as she was about to get up, Shirley grabbed her wrist and she froze again.

"Eat this gift for the children first." Shirley crossed her legs and held her chin with her hands, and there seemed to be a smile in her pupils.

"it is good!"

"The last time we met was about a month ago." Shirley mentioned casually that Winnett was on a mission before and the two had little chance to meet. She was actually very excited, "It seems to be very late today."

"Well, it's darker because of the rain and snow."

The organization has removed the surveillance on Shirley. It is not an exaggeration to say that the institute is her private territory. No one will show up here to disturb her at this time. Since the tram line is not far away, the sound of horns can be heard here, and the rain and snow outside the window also give people a bleak and lonely feeling.

It was chilly.

"I thought you wouldn't come today." Shirley said, tilting her head.

Winette finally understood that Shirley was looking forward to her arrival, but Shirley's attitude was always confusing, making it difficult for her to tell whether Shirley was really angry or not.

"How can I miss your birthday? If possible, I want to spend every Christmas like the one I spent in the United States."

"That's it..."

"Isn't that good? I quite like it."

"But if you always stay at one stage, you will feel unsatisfied."

"Indeed... Shirley, you have grown up too."

"You too."

"Um……"

"You were a small girl to me then, a young girl like a flower in early May. But now, nothing seems to have changed."

"I've grown a little taller, too."

Winnet said, but her growth is not obvious compared to Shirley. From a Western perspective, she is indeed not tall, and is only the same height as Shirley now. As for her development...

She saw Shirley's chest and the dark red mature professional suit, and she couldn't help but be stunned.

"Is that so? Why can't I feel that you are already twenty years old, Miss Pastor, and still so shy easily?"

Winnett's girlishness did not fade away. In Shirley's eyes, she became even more beautiful.

"Remember the first time we met?" Shirley asked.

"You mean, inside the institute?"

"Correct."

“That memory must not be a very good one.”

Winnett meant that Shirley's will was denied that day, and the researchers who wanted to stay were shot. Under such circumstances, it was fortunate for Shirley, who was full of emotions, that she did not suffer any psychological trauma.

"As soon as I saw you were injured, I rushed to help. I was wondering why a girl came to save me. Later I found out that she was still a confused girl," Shirley said, thinking of the situation at that time.

Winette picked up her cake and finished her coffee.

……