Good Morning, Miss Ghost

"You really have a haunting spirit." Mo Zhen looked at the faint candlelight on the dining table, and although he was talking about the cold words in his mouth, he frowned slowly all night long.

There was a whisper in the darkness, and Ayao's figure gradually appeared in front of Mo Zhen, "I said that before I think about who I am, I won't go."

Mo Zhen raised his eyes. A Yao's figure showed a cold white light in the dark. She floated in the air with her arms in her arms, and looked down at Mo Zhen, like a ... female hooligan.

"Your appearance is cool. Can you turn on the lights?"

Ayao: "..."

She anxiously approached Mo Zhen and said, "No! Yes!"

The corners of Mo Mo's mouth were slightly sloppy, and he rarely lost his temper. The faint candlelight in the restaurant could barely shine on the edge of the cake, and the room was still dark, but this did not prevent Mo Zhen from finding the power switch.

Seeing Mo Zhen get up from the sofa, trying to turn on the light, Ayao hurried forward and stopped, "Wait, blow the candle first!"

Mo Mozhen turned to look at Ayao, with a smile on his mouth, "Do you mean to get me dark and walk to the restaurant?"

Uh ...

A Yao was silent in silence, but the two candles in the dining room slowly drifted towards the living room. The cake floating in mid-air-and there are two burning candles on it, flying towards you slowly, this picture is not very beautiful.

Mo Zhen always has the illusion that it will buckle directly on his face.

He turned his head unconsciously, and Mo Zhen only left the back of the head for the cake. After the cake floated to the living room, it gently landed on the coffee table. A Yao looked at Mo Zhen's back of his head, and left his lips at the corner.

The orange candlelight reflected a large head on the wall, and Mo Zhen turned around and blew out the candle. The next second, the light overhead flashed, and the room was as bright as ever.

"Why didn't you blow out the candle without making a wish!" A Yao looked at the two candles that were smoking, his frown wrinkled, and the candle blew again.

Mo Mozhen: "..."

He went to the table and stooped down, repeating his wish on the Ferris wheel today, "I hope I can win five million, Amen."

Ayao: "..."

It seems that he really wants to win five million.

I blew out the candle again, and Mo Zhen had a headache looking at the cake. How can I finish this big cake? Thinking that other artists in the company would be blamed by Tang Qiang for two more sips of water, compared to his true love for himself.

The plastic knife cutting on the side of the cake shuddered and jumped out to start cutting the cake. The cake was ordered by Tang Qiang, the fruit mousse cake that Mo Zhen liked. A Yao looked at the tempting fruit and cream on the cake, swallowed the saliva, and passed the cut cake to Mo Zhen. "Happy birthday."

Mo Mozhen looked at the big cake floating in the air, and after considering it for a moment, she reached out and took it. "Thank you."

"Oh ..." Aya twisted twice in the same place, twisted and said, "I'm really sorry today, I shouldn't force you to go to the playground." Maybe it's because Tiantian and Mo Zhen stay together, she always Ignore Mo Zhen or a big star sought after by thousands of girls.

Mo Mozhen forkd up a fruit and put it in her mouth. "Where did you go before?"

Ayao paused for a moment, and honestly replied, "I don't have any energy, I can't fly back, so I rest in the playground."

He really did the same as Master said. After swallowing the fruit in his mouth, Mo Zhen cut a small piece of cake and pulled out his mobile phone.

The screen was full of blessing messages from relatives and friends. Mo Zhen edited a text message with the word thank you and clicked on the group. The paper plane symbolizing the text message flew for a while before sending successfully.

Put down the phone, and within two seconds, the ringtone of the phone rang again. Mo Zhen glanced at the screen, the word "dudu" was shining.

Aya Yao also followed the screen and said, "Your niece?"

"Huh." Mo Zhen picked up the phone, before he could talk, a crunchy child's voice came out of the earpiece, "Xiao, happy birthday ~~"

Mo Zhen smiled, and said tooting, "Dudu is so good ~"

Dudu giggled twice on the phone, and said milkily: "Xiao, you are not good, even if you run to the playground by yourself, it is not called Dudu."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

This matter even knew toot so quickly, does she say that she still needs to tweet?

Alas ... the children are really scary now.

Du Dudu lingering with Mo Zhendong for another five or six minutes, the phone was finally picked up by Du Dumu's mother, "Xiao Zhen, come back to have a meal when you have time, my parents said you several times."

"Got it."

还有 "Also, the dad named Song Ni told you to throw her away quickly. He said that your vision was really bad."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

Dudu mother said here, Dudu also picked up the phone over there, "Xiao, Dudu doesn't like her! Dudu doesn't want her to be my little aunt!"

Mo Mozhen: "..."

You really think too much.

"I have nothing to do with Song Ni's half a dime. Dad is free to worry about these, so let him worry about his diabetes."

"Lao Tzu doesn't have diabetes, dead boy!" Mo Zhen just finished, and there was a full roar from the other side of the phone, and then the phone was snatched away. "Lao Tzu is still a very young age, you are not Know how handsome I am! "

Mo Mozhen: "..."

"Well, you wake up every day with your own handsome." He spit out calmly.

"..."

"If I'm not handsome, can you be so handsome?" The person at the end of that sentence was silent for a while, and said respect for himself.

"Others say I look more like my mother."

"..."

The phone was hung up by "Beep", Mo Zhen glanced at the screen showing "End of Call", put the phone on the table, and continued to eat the cake on the plate.

A Yao floated to Mo Zhen and sat down, staring at the mobile phone on the table, muttering, "You have a good relationship with your family."

句话 This sentence is like a naughty stone, or a light breeze blowing by accident, in short, it caused a small circle of ripples in Mo Zhen's heart.

的 The fork put to her mouth paused for a moment. Mo Zhen opened her mouth and swallowed the cake. "It's not that good. I often quarrel with my dad."

Ayao lowered her head slightly, as if she was talking to Mo Zhen, and she was talking to herself, "But they will still remember your birthday and will call to say happy birthday to you."

I ca n’t even remember my family, let alone my birthday.

Unexpectedly, the cake in the mouth suddenly became a little bitter. Mo Zhen lowered the plate and looked at Aya, "Your family will remember your birthday, and even you."

As soon as Yao Aya's heart warmed, even the tip of his nose appeared sour. I looked up at Mo Zhen unexpectedly, and Aya's voice seemed to be stained with crying, "Mr. Mo, I really want to go up and kiss you."

Mo Mozhen: "..."

Maintained the attitude of looking, Mo Zhen smiled at Ayao: "Keep this feeling, let it always be an idea."

Ayao: "..."

In the end, Mo Zhen only solved the piece of cake that Ayao cut to himself. The remaining four-fifths, no, maybe five-sixths. Mo Zhen wanted to freeze it in the refrigerator, but because of the large number For snacks, there is no room for cakes in the refrigerator.

Looking at the fruit cake on the table, Mo Zhen weighed it again and again, and made a difficult decision, just let it ... leave it like that.

After taking a bath on the second floor, Mo Zhen was holding the computer and started surfing the Internet. First, he needs to post on Weibo and accept everyone's blessings throughout the day.

In addition to the overwhelming birthday wishes, the turmoil of the playground in the afternoon continued on Weibo. These two topics are so handsome that there are no friends and very few of my friends even ranked on the hot topic list.

Mo Mozhen drew a comment from the corner of her mouth and looked at it one by one. The same comments made Mo Zhen lose interest after turning four or five pages. She was about to cross Weibo, and a new reminder popped up in the upper right corner.

Each time it refreshes, the number above increases by a geometric multiple.

The corner of Mo Mozhen's eyes jumped slightly. Is the computer convulsed or the computer convulsed?

I must be computer convection.

With this conviction, Mo Zhen clicked on the reminder in the upper right corner. He felt like a warrior.

Weibo was published by an entertainment gossip tabloid. This Weibo has always been asking about stars * as its mission. It can dig out some hot stuff almost every day and has a considerable number of fans.

And the one that Mo Zhen was just crazy crazy is a new gossip published by this Weibo two minutes ago.

Do you believe it! !! !! King Mo was stabbed by Song Ni! !! !! Just an hour ago, the blogger saw Song Ni and her new boyfriend in a bar where stars often go in and out! The two behaved extremely closely, and I finally understood why Mo Tianwang went to the playground alone on his birthday! ┬┬﹏┬┬

配 A few pictures were placed below Weibo, and the lights were dimly seen, but Song Ni's face was still recognizable. And the man she was holding was probably the new boyfriend that the blogger said.

Although the blogger did not have any of Ai Mohan and Song Ni on Weibo, fans who were irritated by this news have been desperate to peel off Song Ni's skin and bloodyly presented on Mo Zhen's before.

How dare they cheat on their male gods, they will never let you see tomorrow's sunrise! ——They obviously forgot that most of them didn't believe Song Ni was Mo Zhen's girlfriend from the beginning. However, no one cares about this. What they care about is that even if Song Ni passed on the gossip, it should be exclusively passed on to Mo Zhen and halfway to go and hook up with other wild men!

This is provocation, Hongguo's provocation!