Chapter 165: Huo Jingcheng's birthday

The first was calling Su Ruoyun, and the second was referring to the content Su Ruoyun saw—orange'sbamboo 【Little Orange's Little Bamboo】.

Su Ruoyun was made red-faced by Huo Jingcheng, unable to handle his unfathomable gaze, threw down the doll pillow in her arms, turned around nimbly, stepped barefoot on the carpet, and pounced on the bed in two or three steps, her skirt hem lifting a flutter.

She stuffed herself into the thin quilt and pretended to sleep.

Huo Jingcheng stared at the lump under the quilt from a distance, raised his lips silently for two or three seconds, then put on the slippers by the sofa, leaned over, hooked her slippers with his long fingers, and helped her bring them to the bedside.

With a "pat," the slippers landed.

Su Ruoyun pulled the quilt over her head, covering her entire face. The warm, dry quilt was still lingering with the smell that hadn't completely dissipated just now. Between every breath, it drilled into her nose, making people feel moved.

Huo Jingcheng stood at the head of the bed, glanced at the lamp on the bedside table, and reminded slowly: "The lamp isn't off yet."

There were lamps on the bedside tables on both sides, and Huo Jingcheng and Su Ruoyun usually turned off their own.

This time, Su Ruoyun hid in the quilt like a quail, really not wanting to come out to face Huo Jingcheng, and said in a low voice: "You turn it off for me."

"No," Huo Jingcheng refused decisively, his tail tone elongated, "You turn it off yourself."

Realizing he was doing it on purpose, Su Ruoyun was silent for a moment, and finally raised her hand to pull the quilt wrapped around her body down, revealing half of her upper face, exquisite brows and eyes, and a pair of beautiful apricot eyes.

She tightened her face, rolled her eyes at Huo Jingcheng unhappily, "Move aside."

It's just turning off a light, what's the big deal?

Huo Jingcheng crossed his arms and retreated to the side, no longer blocking her.

Su Ruoyun leaned out half her body, raised her hand to press the lamp button, and with a slight "click," the light in the entire bedroom dimmed by more than half.

She wanted to lie back on the bed slowly, but halfway through, she heard Huo Jingcheng's ambiguous hum of laughter.

Su Ruoyun thought he was deliberately mocking her, raised her hand, and hit him, not caring where she hit.

Until a muffled groan different from the norm entered her ears, Su Ruoyun turned her head to look, only to realize where she had hit.

Huo Jingcheng calmed down for a long time, finally settled down, pinched her thin wrist, applied a little force, and notified her warningly: "I'll 'clean you up' tomorrow night."

"Clean up" in quotation marks.

Early the next morning.

Su Ruoyun went out earlier than Huo Jingcheng.

The 104th Anniversary Symphony Concert, July 1st, starting at 8:00 PM, lasting for an hour and a half, located on the sixth floor of the History Exhibition Hall.

In the audience, Huo Jingcheng sat in the last row, with Huo Beiyue sitting next to him. He took the program in his palm casually, opened the first page, scanned it one by one, and pondered in his mind which program needed the guqin.

Not long after, he found the program.

Huo Jingcheng raised his eyelids slightly, seeing his second brother taking photos, a flash of surprise in his eyes.

What followed was an annoying mouth.

"So many beauties, who are you taking photos for?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Beiyue's action of taking photos paused, squinting at him. Last time they were on the phone, he spoke loudly on purpose, and he hadn't forgotten that.

At this moment, thinking of it, he didn't want to pay attention to Huo Jingcheng.

Not getting an answer and being ignored, Huo Jingcheng wasn't annoyed, naturally crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the chair armrests, and took out his phone.

The concert started on time at eight o'clock.

There were both performers and singers on the stage, men and women wearing the same type of formal wear, all dazzling red, but Huo Jingcheng could accurately capture Su Ruoyun at a glance.

A wine-red silk velvet long dress, the dress body decorated with gold ornaments on the collar and cuffs, dignified and elegant, sitting naturally, with a long table in front of her, on which a guqin was placed.

The piece she was playing tonight was related to the national style.

After an hour and more than ten minutes, the people on the scene finished singing the song, and the 104th Anniversary Symphony Concert was over.

There were many audience members, not like her on the stage, so dazzling, Su Ruoyun couldn't find Huo Jingcheng, so she simply gave up.

Followed the main force and went off the stage first.

The concert was truly over, changing out of formal wear, and organizing musical instruments, it was past ten o'clock in the evening.

There was still more than an hour until midnight, when Huo Jingcheng's birthday ended. Su Ruoyun was still thinking about celebrating Huo Jingcheng's birthday, so she declined the orchestra dinner.

Because she wanted to give Huo Jingcheng a surprise, she didn't intend to take Huo Jingcheng's car back to the apartment, but took a taxi directly, arranging everything before he arrived at the apartment.

To avoid him entering the door too early, Su Ruoyun specially sent him a message, asking Huo Jingcheng to enter after eleven o'clock, close to twelve.

The main hairstyle was the dangling braid that Huo Jingcheng was thinking about. Su Ruoyun did a bun hairstyle in the evening, seized the time, and took another shower.

The hairdryer in her hand stopped, her hair was half-dry, and a few strands of hair were still wet, she had no time.

Su Ruoyun looked at the time on the phone screen, it had become 11:15, the expression on her face tightened slightly, and she walked to the cloakroom at an accelerated speed.

The crystal chandelier emitted a cold and bright light, took out a custom-made dress from the wardrobe, and the cloakroom returned to darkness.

The dress was laid flat on the bed, Su Ruoyun sat in front of the dressing table, facing the mirror, carefully tied up her long hair, and tied it into a cute dangling braid.

Compared to her back then, Su Ruoyun's hair was now three inches longer, hanging down to her shoulders.

The white candles were bought by Aunt Li at Su Ruoyun's whim once, and they came in handy at this time. The lighter was still left here by Huo Jingcheng.

She placed the white candles one by one and lit them.

Estimating that the time was almost up, Su Ruoyun put on the dress spread on the bed and sent a message to Huo Jingcheng, asking him to enter the door.

Huo Jingcheng had been waiting at the door. With his girlfriend's instructions, he didn't dare to enter the door, leaning against the white wall, closing his eyes and meditating in boredom.

Finally, at 11:45, Su Ruoyun's WeChat message jumped in, and the phone in his palm vibrated slightly.

【You can come in.】

He put one hand in his pocket, tapped the door panel with his fingertips, and entered the password to open the door.

The wall lamp at the entrance lit up in response. What guided Huo Jingcheng's direction was the white candles full of atmosphere. The candlelight swayed slowly, reflecting dots of candlelight on the clean marble tiles.

For safety's sake, Huo Jingcheng unhurriedly extinguished the white candles one by one, all the way to the bedroom.

There were no candles in the bedroom, only a lamp emitting dim light.

With the lamp on the bedside table as a guide, his expression was calm, and he walked toward the bedside in a leisurely manner.

The dim yellow light gradually swept over him, reflecting Huo Jingcheng's tall and straight figure.

The human shape under the quilt was obvious. He raised his hand, hooked the upper end of the thin quilt with his long, thin fingers, and pulled it down bit by bit.

?? Tomorrow, those who understand will understand. ===== CHAPTER 166 =====