After the kiss ended, both of them were a little gasping.

Ye Yifan's red little face leaned against his chest and gasped gently.

The man surrounded her and squeezed her cheek with one hand: "From now on, you will be my only woman, my wife of Zhou Zimo."

Ye Yifan's eyes flashed, he raised his head and looked at him, and gently pulled his lips.

"Madam, this is our birthday gift for you, please don't dislike me."

The two servants handed her a small basket full of handmade things, even rag dolls and embroidered shoes.

Zhou Zimo saw her dazed and reached out to rub her hair: "Don't you like it? I'll agree to make up for your birthday."

The servant raised his head and looked at her nervously, and Ye Yifan nodded: "I like it."

"Just like it." He curled his lips gently, with tenderness in his eyes: "In the future, you will receive a lot of gifts on every birthday, and everything represents a blessing from a person. I will find a few big houses and store them. When we get old, there will definitely be a lot of things.

At that time, we can leave these things for our children.”

Without waiting for her to speak, her big hand held her little hand and walked in.

Ye Yifan was pressed to a rectangular white dining table and sat.

On the table are exquisite golden candlesticks, red wax is burned, and a row of flowers are placed in the middle.

The white porcelain lid was lifted and a bowl of noodles was printed into the eyes.

Green peppers, tomatoes, leeks, mushrooms, white eggs and egg yolks, and colorful vegetables are cut into evenly scattered on top. They look great. Even the noodles are the same in thickness. It can be seen that the people who make this bowl of noodles are very attentive.

"You must eat longevity noodles on your birthday, try it."

Maybe the food was so good that she felt hungry when she saw it, but her face turned weird as soon as she took a bite.

"How is it, is it delicious?"

Looking at his expectant eyes, Ye Yifan frowned. Could it be that he did it?

Didn't he know how to cook?

"Yeah." She nodded, it was a bit too sweet. Did he treat sugar as salt?

"Then you eat more." Zhou Zimo pecked her lips, curled up the corners of her lips proudly, and her tail was almost raised to the sky.

I completely forgot who chopped a few baskets of vegetables and rolled out a jar of noodles.

The noodles he rolled into the pot and melted as soon as he cooked them. The fire was so big that he was the only one who beat the fireman.

Seeing her eating delicately, Zhou Zimo felt a sense of accomplishment, and she was happier than winning the battle. In the future, he would cook more and feed her fat.

Except for the dean's mother who made it for her once, no one has ever made her longevity noodles. Ye Yifan thought of Cui Wanjun, and his nose felt sore, and tears fell from his little face.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Zimo wiped away her tears in panic, with worry in her eyes.

Ye Yifan hugged his waist, buried his face in his chest, and cried like a child, saying, "My mother said that I didn't make longevity noodles for me this year, so I will definitely be replenished next year."

But she is gone.

Zhou Zimo felt ache in his heart, hugged her tightly, and said hoarsely: "It's okay, I'll make up for you."

"Will you leave me?"

"Follower." Zhou Zimo held her little face, wiped her tears, and said lonely: "You have always wanted to leave me." And I will never let go even if I die.

Ye Yifan sniffed and shook his head: "I don't want to leave now."
Chapter completed!