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In the villa, Bai Xingchen hung up the phone. She gritted her teeth and continued to call back.

The phone over there beeped twice and then was turned off.

Bai Xingchen stared at the phone screen until the screen turned completely black, his face turned green with anger, and he smashed the phone with his backhand to vent his anger.

"Si Fuqing! Got together with brother Mu Qi again! Bitch!"

The guests who came to attend the birthday party in the villa became quiet and all turned their heads to look in her direction.

The assistant was startled by the movement, "Sister Chen, what's going on?"

Bai Xingchen smiled stiffly, "It's okay."

He forced a smile on his face and said to everyone: "Everyone, keep playing and have fun."

"It's too late. Let's cut the cake and share it with everyone." Bai Xingchen said this to his assistant.

"Huh?" The assistant scratched his head in confusion, "Sister Chen, what do you mean? Didn't you prepare this cake specifically for Mr. Jiang?"

Bai Xingchen's face turned completely dark, and he turned around and went up to the second floor.

He ordered in a cold voice: "After everyone has finished playing tonight, let them disperse directly."

The assistant saw her leaving and followed her anxiously, "Sister Chen, Mr. Jiang will be here soon. Are you going upstairs at this time? What if Mr. Jiang comes?"

Bai Xingchen glanced back at her, his face even more ugly.

Then he glanced at the gaudy colorful decorations in the living room, and his face became darker, "Those balloons and banners, all burned."

Then he turned around and went upstairs without looking back.

The assistant was left alone, scratching the back of his head and wondering why.

Obviously this afternoon, Sister Chen was smiling happily, and her face changed as soon as she made a phone call.

In Jiang's villa, Si Fuqing gently patted Jiang Muqi's face to wake him up.

Jiang Muqi, who had just experienced a high fever, opened his eyes, staring at her with confusion and confusion.

His eyes couldn't focus, like a newborn puppy.

At this moment, Si Fuqing looked through Jiang Muqi and seemed to see the shadow of Jiang Leyan in his body - innocent, ignorant and cute.

Si Fuqing lowered her tone and coaxed him, "Are you fully awake now?"

Jiang Muqi blinked, and there were fluctuations in his eyes.

He frowned and looked at her, "Qing Qing?"

The voice was extremely hoarse.

Si Fuqing handed him the bowl of noodles directly, "You have a fever. Eat first. Only after eating will your body be strong."

Jiang Muqi stared at the bowl of slightly bland longevity noodles and was stunned. He stared at the bowl of noodles without moving for a long time.

Si Fuqing sat beside his bed and waited for a long time, but saw no reaction from him.

"The food is a bit crude. I haven't cooked for a long time and my hands are raw." She didn't know why, but she felt inexplicably angry in her heart. "If you don't like it, I'll order takeout for you now."

Jiang Muqi finally reacted.

Before she could bring the bowl of noodles over, he took the bowl of noodles from her hand.

Take a bite, chew slowly and taste it slowly, as if you are eating the most expensive French and Western food.

While he was eating, Si Fuqing poured a glass of water, took out a few pills and put them on the bedside table.

"Your high fever hasn't completely subsided yet, don't forget to take medicine later."

Jiang Muqi ate the noodles slowly, looked at her and said, "It's delicious."

"What?" Si Fuqing didn't hear clearly.

Jiang Muqi smiled, and the smile at the corner of his mouth turned out to be clear and clean, "The taste is the same as before."

Sifu listened clearly to this sentence.

But she frowned. She had cooked for him many times before, but he never responded at all.

Even always with disdain.

Si Fuqing tugged at the corners of her lips, "Don't forget to drink the medicine later. I'll go downstairs to accompany Yanyan."

Jiang Muchi nodded and stared at her back, with obvious tenderness in his eyes.

When Jiang Muqi came out of the bedroom again, he put on a loose and warm sweater and black casual pants.

Tall and big, he looks slender and straight.

Si Fuqing glanced at his short, semi-wet hair and moved her lips, wanting to remind him to pay attention to his health. After all, he was still sick, but in the end he endured it.

Jiang Muqi's current state seemed to be full of vitality. Compared with the sickly and frail appearance a few hours ago, he was just two people.

Jiang Leyan was originally nestled in her arms, listening to her talk about picture books. After seeing Jiang Muchi, Jiang Leyan came out of her arms and ran to Jiang Muchi's side.

With short hands and feet, he climbed onto the sofa, and then shrank into Jiang Muqi's arms.

Two chubby hands held Dad's face and looked at him carefully, "Has Dad recovered from his illness?"

Jiang Muqi still had a cold and didn't want to infect the little one with the virus, so he leaned back and turned his head away.

He handed the little girl in his arms to Si Fuqing, and at the same time, with a smile on his face, he answered her, "Dad wasn't sick just now, he was resting."

"Liar!" Jiang Leyan curled her lips, not believing him at all.

But she no longer clamored to get into his arms, but stayed obediently in Si Fuqing's arms.

Jiang Muqi stretched out his index finger, flicked her forehead, and explained with a smile, "I'm not lying."

The little girl was confused by his solemn tone. She crossed her arms and frowned, as if she wasn't sure whether he was sick just now.

Si Fuqing smiled inwardly, probably all the men in the world would never be able to change their habit of speaking harshly.

No wonder Jiang Leyan was so frightened that she burst into tears when she just came to the villa.

It was probably that the "strong" persona that Jiang Muqi had established in front of the little girl all year round was suddenly broken. The little girl couldn't bear it and thought there was something seriously wrong with his body?

Si Fuqing secretly glanced at him and hugged the girl tightly.

Looking at the cake on the table, he changed the subject, "Today is your birthday, so you still have to go through the process, right?"

Jiang Leyan danced and clapped her hands and shouted, "Eat the cake! Blow out the candles! Celebrate your birthday!"

"Happy birthday to daddy!"

The little girl has very strong mobility. After she finished speaking, she jumped out of her arms and inserted the candles on the cake one by one.

After inserting it, he looked back at Jiang Muqi with bright eyes, "Dad, light the fire!"

With gentle eyebrows, Jiang Muqi pulled the little girl aside and started to light the fire.

After all the candles were lit, Jiang Leyan clapped her hands and shouted happily.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!"

At the same time, a soft and waxy voice hummed an off-key birthday song unclearly.

The smile on Jiang Muqi's lips became gentler and he did not extinguish the candle immediately.

Instead, he moved away and sat closely next to Si Fuqing. At the same time, he scooped up the little girl with his big hands and held her in his arms.

The phone was raised high above the head, and there was a "click" sound.

A family photo of a family of three suddenly appeared.

In front of the background of the burning birthday cake, Jiang Muqi had a faint smile on his face, Si Fuqing opened his mouth in astonishment, and Jiang Leyan unconsciously turned her head to look at her father.

The family of three have outstanding looks, even better than the movie pictures.

Jiang Muqi stared at the photo, raised the corners of his lips with satisfaction, and then posted the photo online.

Then he slowly got up and blew out the candles.

Jiang Leyan excitedly raised her hands and clapped, "Happy birthday, dad!"

"Eating cake!"