Zhang Zhi tried hard to focus on the documents in front of him, but he always failed. The question of why Qiao Yihang came and left was tangled in his mind like a ghost, and it never dissipated for a long time. He gradually became angry, for his easily affected emotions and for Qiao Yihang's elusive emotions.

The door was knocked twice.

Zhang Zhi frowned, lowered his head and pretended to look at the documents, without raising his head, saying, "Come in."

The door opened quietly.

The light was turned off.

"What are you doing..." Zhang Zhi suddenly looked up in the darkness when he suddenly came, but saw Qiao Yihang walking towards him step by step with the cake with twenty candles.

Under the reflection of the fire, the elegant face seemed to flash with golden light, making people unable to see.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday, happy birthday." The singer is a singer after all, and although it is a simple melody, he still sings deeply affectionately. Of course, in Qiao Yihang's understanding, this is not because of his emotional dedication, but because of his superb skills.

Zhang Zhi put down the pen in hand, resisted the urge to rush up to hug him, and pretended to be calm and said, "How did you know that today is my birthday?"

"Didn't you let me look through your wallet last time?" Qiao Yihang smiled.

"Did you see it?"

"No. I guess." Qiao Yihang put the cake on the desk, "Make a wish."

Zhang Zhi raised his hand and pinched the slightly sour nose, then closed his eyes.

"What wish did you make?" Qiao Yihang asked.

In fact, he just asked this casually, but he didn't expect that Zhang Zhi would answer seriously: "It's related to you."

Qiao Yihang's smile suddenly became a little unnatural, "Oh? Such an honor." He would not continue to ask even if he was beaten to death.

Fortunately, Zhang Zhi was not ready to say anything, and just blew out the candle.

The room suddenly became dark. The rain was still falling, and the window was dark and gloomy.

"I'll turn on the lights." Qiao Yihang turned around slowly and walked towards the door with his memory.

Zhang Zhi's footsteps faster than him.

Qiao Yihang took two steps when his arm was suddenly pulled. He took a step back unexpectedly and his chest was immediately pressed.

When the two hearts are very close, they can feel each other's heartbeat constantly.

"Joe Yihang."

"Hmm?" Qiao Yihang's throat was inexplicably dry.

Zhang Zhi's hoarse voice continued to be heard in the darkness, "I want to kiss you."
Chapter completed!