In the end, Jian Qiaoxin failed to return the card.
After Wen Yuan came back, he saw that the lunch box was eaten halfway down: "A Gan, do you like it?"
Yan Gan put down his chopsticks and encouraged him: "Your cooking skills have improved."
"Of course, I have worked so hard to make it for you for a long time!" Wen Yuan was a good talker, and he smiled sweetly: "I will cook for you in the future, OK."
Yan Gan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his lips smirked: "Okay."
Half an hour later.
Jian Qiaoxin was called to get the lunch box. He opened the lid and took a look. Yan Gan was really picky. He didn't eat ginger, garlic, and even some shrimp.
Wen Yuan was certainly not feeling embarrassed at all. Some people have been pretending for so long that they live in that lie.
After the crew finished work, Jian Qiaoxin still received a call from Wen Yuan. The person on the line showed some sincerity this time: "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to eat it myself, but A Gan was also hungry, so I gave it to him."
Jian Qiaoxin said: "You can give it to whoever you want."
Any fool could tell that the speaker was unhappy, but Wen Yuan was willing to pretend not to understand.
The two people made a plastic friendly contact, and finally the phone was hung up. Jian Qiaoxin's eyes were cold, and he took a deep breath to suppress the urge to throw the phone.
He came out of the crew, and it was now eleven o'clock. A City was full of traffic, but it was also very prosperous. A luxury car parked at the door of the crew, attracting many people to look sideways.
Jian Qiaoxin pretended to not see it, there were so many luxury cars parked in the studio every day like bicycles at a school gate, there was no surprise at all.
But what he didn't expect was that the person in the car walked straight over when they saw him.
Xiao Zihua wore a burgundy red suit, and he looked like a noble boy, handsome and attractive.
He was holding a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. The center of the bouquet was an expensive gift box. The prince had always been generous in his pursuit, and this time he was very generous.
The flower was held in front of Jian Qiaoxin, with a tangy fragrance: "Happy birthday."
Jian Qiaoxin paused in his footsteps but did not answer. His delicate face was showing helplessness: "Thank you, Brother Hua."
"Take it, the present." Xiao Zihua's face was confident.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "I'm sorry, I accept the thoughts, but the present is too expensive, I can't take it."
The people around him gathered around to see. Xiao Zihua was very well-known as the most popular newcomer. Although it was late at night, the film and television city never slept anyway, and the flow of people was quite huge.
Xiao Zihua raised his eyebrows: "You don't like this? What do you like, I'll buy it for you."
Jian Qiaoxin took a half step back and created a decent distance: "I think it's best to talk about this another day, I'm very happy to accept your kind thoughts, and I am very flattered. But I'm just a nobody, and I'm not suitable for you. There are a lot of people here, and it's not good if it gets posted on the Internet, or..."
"Jian Qiaoxin." Xiao Zihua's tone got cold, twisted his neck, and said in a low tone: "Today is your birthday, I don't want to embarrass you so I won't argue with you, don't be too cocky."
Xiao Zihua pointed to the brand new sports car over there: "For you."2
There were people around who exclaimed and admired, some were surprised, and they were more amazed at the ideal nature of this scene.
People with knowledge of the goods had also noticed that the sports car was a new model, with at least an eight-digit base, which was enough for Jian Qiaoxin to work hard for a lifetime.
"So, you can have everything with a good face."
"The prince is so generous. If I were Jian Qiaoxin, I would go crazy."
The gossip was like a net that was put over someone's head and it was hard to breathe. The grievances of a day were like the tide surging over and almost overwhelming him.
Jian Qiaoxin took a few steps forward, walked to the luxury car, put the flowers down in front of everyone's eyes, and put the keys away.
This series of movements did not stop in the slightest.
Immediately afterwards, Jian Qiaoxin turned and bowed to Xiao Zihua, then he turned to leave without saying a word.
Yan Gan and others at the door of the crew just came out and saw this scene.
Xiao Zihua took off his sunglasses, and the arrogant young master strode over to block the other's path. He strongly pinched Jian Qiaoxin's wrist: "Not that, what the hell do you mean..."
All the words were stuck in his throat, and the prince, who had always been doing whatever he wanted, got stunned.
Because Jian Qiaoxin was crying, today was his birthday, he should be the star, receiving the blessings of the world, and a happy smile.1
But there was no smile on his delicate face. Those always tender apricot eyes were red, and there were deep grievances and pain in them.
Jian Qiaoxin felt embarrassed, he threw Xiao Zihua's hand away, with fierceness and crying: "Go away."
Xiao Zihua was taken aback, and he was scolded for the first time in his life. Such an experience left the prince stunned for a moment.
He reacted and ran after him: "Why are you crying?"
Jian Qiaoxin wiped his face and ignored him.
"Is someone bullying you?" Xiao Zihua stammered a little: "You don't like roses, what do you like, I'll change to a different one for you?"
Jian Qiaoxin was being entangled by him. He was about to say something, but the prince suddenly stopped speaking. He was acting a bit strange. Jian Qiaoxin turned his head and saw Yan Gan standing behind him.
Yan Gan had a cigarette in his mouth and his hands were in his pockets. He looked like a ruffian, but he had a sense of elegance when he did it.
Xiao Zihua was like an elementary school student who saw the homeroom teacher, cleverly said: "Uncle, why are you here?
Yan Gan nodded, the man's stern face was a little puzzled: "I should be asking you this, it's so late, what are you doing here?"
"......"
Xiao Zihua hurriedly waved: "I just want to have a chat with a friend."
"Have a chat?" Yan Gan lifted his eyelids and glanced at Jian Qiaoxin, whose eyes were still red, and frowned. The man blew out a smoke ring, as if he sighed leisurely.
Walking forwards with his slender legs, Yan Gan took a few steps forward, and kicked his nephew's feet relentlessly: "I see that education abroad has taught you nothing good, you only know how to harass other people?"
Xiao Zihua's expensive suit was stepped on. He took two steps backwards, but he did not dare to yell at all. Although the age difference was only a few years, he was very afraid of his uncle.
Yan Gan's temper was very notorious, his character was that one is one and two is two, and his methods were very brutal, no one in the entire Yan family dared to challenge him.
The people around the film and television city were still around, and under everyone's eyes, everyone did not want to let this good show go.
Yan Gan finished teaching his shameful nephew and walked to Jian Qiaoxin with a cigarette in his mouth: "My nephew bullied you?"
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head quickly, it looked like he had always been an embarrassing situation in front of Yan Gan all the time: "It's nothing, thanks...Thank you Mr. Yan."1
"No need to thank me." Yan Gan lifted his eyes and looked at Xiao Zihua not far away: "Such lacking manners, his uncle needs to give him a lesson."
Jian Qiaoxin didn't dare to respond. Whether it was Xiao Zihua or Yan Gan, he couldn't afford to offend them.
Yan Gan looked at his watch and said, "It's late now, let me apologize in his place, how do you get here, I'll have someone sending you back home?"
Jian Qiaoxin knew this was just a polite remark: "Thank you Mr. Yan, I have already booked a taxi."
Wen Yuan ran over from behind, and he took Yan Gan's sleeve: "Zihua is pursuing Xiao Xin, but Xiao Xin, don't you have a boyfriend?"
Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I have a boyfriend."
Wen Yuan still wanted to say something, but Yan Gan frowned. He didn't like to inquire about other people's private affairs too much.
Xiao Zihua refused to admit defeat: "Boyfriend? Boyfriends can still be broken up..."
When he said this, he received another dagger stare from Yan Gan, threatening him into shutting his mouth.
The farce of a day ended today. It was just only one day, but it felt like a year.
Jian Qiaoxin got out of the taxi and dragged his tired body home. As soon as he turned on the light, he heard a "pop!" like someone throwing confetti.
Colorful colored paper fell from above, and unexpectedly landed on him.
Qiu Jian was holding the confetti. He specifically dressed up today. Standing under the light, he looked so handsome and cool. He smiled and said, "Xiao Xin, happy birthday."
Jian Qiaoxin's hand on the switch froze: "You...didn't forget?"2
"How could I forget your birthday." Qiu Jian took his lover's hand and walked to the dining table. There was a carefully prepared delicacy on it: "Look, it's all you love to eat."
The table was full of homemade meals, looking very delicious and it was fascinating to look at.
There was also a big cake on the top, with candles on it, glowing in warm light and scorching eyes.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly smiled.
Qiu Jian said: "Baby, make a wish and blow the candle."
"Ok."
Jian Qiaoxin put his hands together, and silently made a wish in his heart. He wished that he could survive this hurdle and go to the chapel to marry his true love.
While blowing out the candles slowly, Jian Qiaoxin suddenly felt that, in fact, it was not necessary to get married. They had been in love for so many years, and their relationship had become very strong.
If Qiu Jian really wanted to do it tonight... he might let him.
With that determination in mind, after Jian Qiaoxin sat down, Qiu Jian, who was sitting across, filled the red wine glass, and mysteriously took out a velvet gift box from behind him.
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes lit up: "This is..."
"I have prepared a birthday gift for you for a long time, and I have saved money for several months to buy it. I hope you like it, baby." Qiu Jian smiled mysteriously.
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes fell on the gift box. Could it be those clothes and bags?
The gift box was slowly opened by Qiu Jian, and there was a very delicate watch lying quietly in the center of the velvet gift box.
For a moment, Jian Qiaoxin's heart seemed to sink to the bottom.
Qiu Jian still didn't know: "How do you like it? I bought it according to the size of your wrist."
Jian Qiaoxin's throat was dry, and he pointed out, "Do you still remember the size of my clothes?"
"Of course." Qiu Jian put the gift box in front of his lover: "I might forget everything but I will never forget matters related to you, because they are the most important things in my life, silly."
The silver haute couture watch exuded the soft light of stars under the light, which was very dazzling.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly picked up the watch: "Why are you spending so lavishly, don't we have to save money to buy a house together, and we've worked hard these years in order to have a home."3
"The saving..." Qiu Jian's eyes dodged a little, although he was quick, Jian Qiaoxin still caught it.1
He comforted Jian Qiaoxin: "Don't worry, I have kept our savings in a good place, and I don't touch them, I used the bonus to buy this gift."
Jian Qiaoxin also wanted to smile but he couldn't smile. Later on, he did laugh, laughing at himself.6
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In the end, Jian Qiaoxin failed to return the card.
After Wen Yuan came back, he saw that the lunch box was eaten halfway down: "A Gan, do you like it?"
Yan Gan put down his chopsticks and encouraged him: "Your cooking skills have improved."
"Of course, I have worked so hard to make it for you for a long time!" Wen Yuan was a good talker, and he smiled sweetly: "I will cook for you in the future, OK."
Yan Gan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, his lips smirked: "Okay."
Half an hour later.
Jian Qiaoxin was called to get the lunch box. He opened the lid and took a look. Yan Gan was really picky. He didn't eat ginger, garlic, and even some shrimp.
Wen Yuan was certainly not feeling embarrassed at all. Some people have been pretending for so long that they live in that lie.
After the crew finished work, Jian Qiaoxin still received a call from Wen Yuan. The person on the line showed some sincerity this time: "I'm sorry, I originally wanted to eat it myself, but A Gan was also hungry, so I gave it to him."
Jian Qiaoxin said: "You can give it to whoever you want."
Any fool could tell that the speaker was unhappy, but Wen Yuan was willing to pretend not to understand.
The two people made a plastic friendly contact, and finally the phone was hung up. Jian Qiaoxin's eyes were cold, and he took a deep breath to suppress the urge to throw the phone.
He came out of the crew, and it was now eleven o'clock. A City was full of traffic, but it was also very prosperous. A luxury car parked at the door of the crew, attracting many people to look sideways.
Jian Qiaoxin pretended to not see it, there were so many luxury cars parked in the studio every day like bicycles at a school gate, there was no surprise at all.
But what he didn't expect was that the person in the car walked straight over when they saw him.
Xiao Zihua wore a burgundy red suit, and he looked like a noble boy, handsome and attractive.
He was holding a huge bouquet of roses in his arms. The center of the bouquet was an expensive gift box. The prince had always been generous in his pursuit, and this time he was very generous.
The flower was held in front of Jian Qiaoxin, with a tangy fragrance: "Happy birthday."
Jian Qiaoxin paused in his footsteps but did not answer. His delicate face was showing helplessness: "Thank you, Brother Hua."
"Take it, the present." Xiao Zihua's face was confident.
Jian Qiaoxin said: "I'm sorry, I accept the thoughts, but the present is too expensive, I can't take it."
The people around him gathered around to see. Xiao Zihua was very well-known as the most popular newcomer. Although it was late at night, the film and television city never slept anyway, and the flow of people was quite huge.
Xiao Zihua raised his eyebrows: "You don't like this? What do you like, I'll buy it for you."
Jian Qiaoxin took a half step back and created a decent distance: "I think it's best to talk about this another day, I'm very happy to accept your kind thoughts, and I am very flattered. But I'm just a nobody, and I'm not suitable for you. There are a lot of people here, and it's not good if it gets posted on the Internet, or..."
"Jian Qiaoxin." Xiao Zihua's tone got cold, twisted his neck, and said in a low tone: "Today is your birthday, I don't want to embarrass you so I won't argue with you, don't be too cocky."
Xiao Zihua pointed to the brand new sports car over there: "For you."2
There were people around who exclaimed and admired, some were surprised, and they were more amazed at the ideal nature of this scene.
People with knowledge of the goods had also noticed that the sports car was a new model, with at least an eight-digit base, which was enough for Jian Qiaoxin to work hard for a lifetime.
"So, you can have everything with a good face."
"The prince is so generous. If I were Jian Qiaoxin, I would go crazy."
The gossip was like a net that was put over someone's head and it was hard to breathe. The grievances of a day were like the tide surging over and almost overwhelming him.
Jian Qiaoxin took a few steps forward, walked to the luxury car, put the flowers down in front of everyone's eyes, and put the keys away.
This series of movements did not stop in the slightest.
Immediately afterwards, Jian Qiaoxin turned and bowed to Xiao Zihua, then he turned to leave without saying a word.
Yan Gan and others at the door of the crew just came out and saw this scene.
Xiao Zihua took off his sunglasses, and the arrogant young master strode over to block the other's path. He strongly pinched Jian Qiaoxin's wrist: "Not that, what the hell do you mean..."
All the words were stuck in his throat, and the prince, who had always been doing whatever he wanted, got stunned.
Because Jian Qiaoxin was crying, today was his birthday, he should be the star, receiving the blessings of the world, and a happy smile.1
But there was no smile on his delicate face. Those always tender apricot eyes were red, and there were deep grievances and pain in them.
Jian Qiaoxin felt embarrassed, he threw Xiao Zihua's hand away, with fierceness and crying: "Go away."
Xiao Zihua was taken aback, and he was scolded for the first time in his life. Such an experience left the prince stunned for a moment.
He reacted and ran after him: "Why are you crying?"
Jian Qiaoxin wiped his face and ignored him.
"Is someone bullying you?" Xiao Zihua stammered a little: "You don't like roses, what do you like, I'll change to a different one for you?"
Jian Qiaoxin was being entangled by him. He was about to say something, but the prince suddenly stopped speaking. He was acting a bit strange. Jian Qiaoxin turned his head and saw Yan Gan standing behind him.
Yan Gan had a cigarette in his mouth and his hands were in his pockets. He looked like a ruffian, but he had a sense of elegance when he did it.
Xiao Zihua was like an elementary school student who saw the homeroom teacher, cleverly said: "Uncle, why are you here?
Yan Gan nodded, the man's stern face was a little puzzled: "I should be asking you this, it's so late, what are you doing here?"
"......"
Xiao Zihua hurriedly waved: "I just want to have a chat with a friend."
"Have a chat?" Yan Gan lifted his eyelids and glanced at Jian Qiaoxin, whose eyes were still red, and frowned. The man blew out a smoke ring, as if he sighed leisurely.
Walking forwards with his slender legs, Yan Gan took a few steps forward, and kicked his nephew's feet relentlessly: "I see that education abroad has taught you nothing good, you only know how to harass other people?"
Xiao Zihua's expensive suit was stepped on. He took two steps backwards, but he did not dare to yell at all. Although the age difference was only a few years, he was very afraid of his uncle.
Yan Gan's temper was very notorious, his character was that one is one and two is two, and his methods were very brutal, no one in the entire Yan family dared to challenge him.
The people around the film and television city were still around, and under everyone's eyes, everyone did not want to let this good show go.
Yan Gan finished teaching his shameful nephew and walked to Jian Qiaoxin with a cigarette in his mouth: "My nephew bullied you?"
Jian Qiaoxin shook his head quickly, it looked like he had always been an embarrassing situation in front of Yan Gan all the time: "It's nothing, thanks...Thank you Mr. Yan."1
"No need to thank me." Yan Gan lifted his eyes and looked at Xiao Zihua not far away: "Such lacking manners, his uncle needs to give him a lesson."
Jian Qiaoxin didn't dare to respond. Whether it was Xiao Zihua or Yan Gan, he couldn't afford to offend them.
Yan Gan looked at his watch and said, "It's late now, let me apologize in his place, how do you get here, I'll have someone sending you back home?"
Jian Qiaoxin knew this was just a polite remark: "Thank you Mr. Yan, I have already booked a taxi."
Wen Yuan ran over from behind, and he took Yan Gan's sleeve: "Zihua is pursuing Xiao Xin, but Xiao Xin, don't you have a boyfriend?"
Jian Qiaoxin nodded: "I have a boyfriend."
Wen Yuan still wanted to say something, but Yan Gan frowned. He didn't like to inquire about other people's private affairs too much.
Xiao Zihua refused to admit defeat: "Boyfriend? Boyfriends can still be broken up..."
When he said this, he received another dagger stare from Yan Gan, threatening him into shutting his mouth.
The farce of a day ended today. It was just only one day, but it felt like a year.
Jian Qiaoxin got out of the taxi and dragged his tired body home. As soon as he turned on the light, he heard a "pop!" like someone throwing confetti.
Colorful colored paper fell from above, and unexpectedly landed on him.
Qiu Jian was holding the confetti. He specifically dressed up today. Standing under the light, he looked so handsome and cool. He smiled and said, "Xiao Xin, happy birthday."
Jian Qiaoxin's hand on the switch froze: "You...didn't forget?"2
"How could I forget your birthday." Qiu Jian took his lover's hand and walked to the dining table. There was a carefully prepared delicacy on it: "Look, it's all you love to eat."
The table was full of homemade meals, looking very delicious and it was fascinating to look at.
There was also a big cake on the top, with candles on it, glowing in warm light and scorching eyes.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly smiled.
Qiu Jian said: "Baby, make a wish and blow the candle."
"Ok."
Jian Qiaoxin put his hands together, and silently made a wish in his heart. He wished that he could survive this hurdle and go to the chapel to marry his true love.
While blowing out the candles slowly, Jian Qiaoxin suddenly felt that, in fact, it was not necessary to get married. They had been in love for so many years, and their relationship had become very strong.
If Qiu Jian really wanted to do it tonight... he might let him.
With that determination in mind, after Jian Qiaoxin sat down, Qiu Jian, who was sitting across, filled the red wine glass, and mysteriously took out a velvet gift box from behind him.
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes lit up: "This is..."
"I have prepared a birthday gift for you for a long time, and I have saved money for several months to buy it. I hope you like it, baby." Qiu Jian smiled mysteriously.
Jian Qiaoxin's eyes fell on the gift box. Could it be those clothes and bags?
The gift box was slowly opened by Qiu Jian, and there was a very delicate watch lying quietly in the center of the velvet gift box.
For a moment, Jian Qiaoxin's heart seemed to sink to the bottom.
Qiu Jian still didn't know: "How do you like it? I bought it according to the size of your wrist."
Jian Qiaoxin's throat was dry, and he pointed out, "Do you still remember the size of my clothes?"
"Of course." Qiu Jian put the gift box in front of his lover: "I might forget everything but I will never forget matters related to you, because they are the most important things in my life, silly."
The silver haute couture watch exuded the soft light of stars under the light, which was very dazzling.
Jian Qiaoxin slowly picked up the watch: "Why are you spending so lavishly, don't we have to save money to buy a house together, and we've worked hard these years in order to have a home."3
"The saving..." Qiu Jian's eyes dodged a little, although he was quick, Jian Qiaoxin still caught it.1
He comforted Jian Qiaoxin: "Don't worry, I have kept our savings in a good place, and I don't touch them, I used the bonus to buy this gift."
Jian Qiaoxin also wanted to smile but he couldn't smile. Later on, he did laugh, laughing at himself.6
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