Reborn As the Ex-wife of the Paranoid Male Lead

Chapter 30: I didn't even say I recognize you

Shen Cheng saw that there were actually two candles in Jian Shiwu's white, tender and chubby hands, not only white candles, but also some kind of thick candles. At first glance, they were candles used for lighting.

Little Fatty said in a low voice, "I found it after wandering around in the kitchen for a long time. I'll blow out the candles and make a wish later."

In fact, this kind of behavior is a bit risky. He was worried that Shen Cheng would not like it, but the young man asked, "Are you going to put it in the noodles?"

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Jian Shiwu's hand holding the candle trembled slightly.

Looking down at the noodles on the table, I actually choked up a little. When I brought it over, I didn't think much about it. Now...

Jian Shiwu tried to make a suggestion: "How about we put candles in front of the noodle bowl?"

Under the light, Shen Cheng's eyes seemed to be smiling: "And then put another photo behind the bowl?"

Jian Shiwu froze for a moment and laughed.

Although a little disappointed, he still put away the candle: "Then don't blow it."

Seeing his disappointed appearance, Shen Cheng still took the candle: "Put it in your hand and light it, and bring the lighter."

Jian Shiwu was happy, with a bright smile in his eyes, he took out the lighter from his pocket: "It's ready!"

This is a very strange candle blowing ceremony, but in the end, with the efforts of the two teenagers, the faint yellow candle light slowly lit up in the house. This is Shen Cheng's first real birthday in 14 years. , On this day, two white candles were lit in a room of a dilapidated small hotel.

Jian Shiwu was sitting in front of the table, the little fat face was full of expectations, he said, "I want to make a wish."

Shen Cheng sat at the table, his black eyes looked at the candle quietly, the young man didn't say much, and after a long silence, he blew out the candle.

Jian Shiwu sat beside him and asked curiously, "What wish did you make?"

"Can you help me make it happen?"

"Ah?" Jian Shiwu scratched his head naively: "Not necessarily."

Shen Cheng retracted his gaze: "Then it's useless for you to ask."

"…"

Fatty was speechless.

But interacting with Shen Cheng is to get used to this kind of thing, he changed the subject: "Eat the noodles quickly, it's not delicious after a while."

Shen Cheng nodded and brought the noodle bowl over to eat the noodles.

The pointer on the wall was ticking, it was already a little late, and the rain outside had gradually stopped. He was eating noodles, and Jian Shiwu watched it so quietly, even looking forward to it: "Is it delicious?"

Shen Cheng put down his chopsticks and didn't answer, but instead asked him, "You haven't eaten?"

Downstairs one afternoon, he thought Jane had eaten lunch.

Jian Shiwu actually had a conscious look on his face, and was a little embarrassed: "I forgot to be hungry when I was busy, and I brought the noodles first because I was afraid that the noodles would fall off."

Shen Cheng asked him, "Is there any more in the pot?"

Jian Shiwu originally wanted to say something else, but he didn't know if Ji Beichuan had eaten it.