"Well, yes, after I sent the president downstairs, he brought the cake upstairs, as if he had prepared gifts. Miss Ye, do you like many people to celebrate your birthday together?" Lao Yang expressed his confusion about Ye Jiaqi's question.

He only knew that that night, Ye Jiaqi did not come, and the president waited for her all night.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the president drank too much, his eyes were scarlet and his breath was unstable. He almost thought something had happened.

But at that time, the president said nothing and just told him to drive the car to the community where Ye Jiaqi lives.

He did as he did.

After calculating the time, the president waited for Ye Jiaqi in the community for nearly an hour.

"No..." Ye Jiaqi was stunned and moved his hands uneasyly, with nowhere to put them or be cramped. "That night... Didn't he celebrate with his colleagues to win the cooperation in the entertainment city?"

"No." Old Yang was surprised again, "No one from a company went to Season, I know this. After get off work, the president went there alone, and the private room booked by the president... was just two people."

Ye Jiaqi was stunned.

He booked a private room... to celebrate her birthday?

She always mistakenly thought that he was going to have a dinner with his colleagues, and did he buy her cakes and gifts?

Why didn't he say it clearly? This is exactly the same as before. He was unwilling to explain anything or tell her anything.

"What about the cake? What about the gift?" Ye Jiaqi looked at Lao Yang.

"Cake...that..." Lao Yang scratched his head and said embarrassedly.

"Hmm? What's wrong?"

"The cake... the president... threw it away... It's a pity. It's such a big cake. I bought it in a very expensive cake shop. If you didn't come, the president would throw it away."

"Will he not give it to others?!" Waste is shameful.

"That's the cake you bought for Miss Ye, how can you give it to others..." Lao Yang said, "As for the gift, I don't know. I only know that there is a box in the president's pocket. As for what it is... ask the president."

Lao Yang really doesn't know many things.

Moreover, he is very loyal to Qiao Sinian and will never take the initiative to inquire or follow.

Ye Jiaqi bit his lip: "I understand."

"Miss Ye, if the president hurts you that night, I hope you can forgive him... He may not have done it on purpose, he may just be very angry... He waited all night, and anyone else would have a temper..."

"Oh." Ye Jiaqi lowered his head and grabbed a piece of brown sugar, "How did he know my birthday?"

"Miss Ye asked this question..." Lao Yang smiled, "It's all in his resume."

Ye Jiaqi blushed a little, knowing that he had asked a very stupid question.

She didn't say anything anymore and made snacks silently.

What she made was her best, including Qiao Sinian's favorite matcha thousand-layered slime, but the pastry room in the hospital was insufficient, so she could only try to make it more refined.

There are quite a lot of elderly people and children here, and there are many ovens, and there are fragrant smells everywhere.

But there are no pregnant women like her.

She moved her steps slowly, setting the oven time and adding materials later.

Lao Yang kept following Ye Jiaqi without hesitation, and sometimes he would help her get things.
Chapter completed!