"I haven't cared much about it." Ye Jiaqi sneered, "I have never taken a lot of attention to these things, and there is nothing special about them."

"Where are ten years old, twenty years old? I don't like it?"

Ye Jiaqi's lips moved and did not open his mouth.

A certain nerve was touched by Zhuo Yuanhang's inadvertent words. She looked at her 20th birthday very much, but now she only regrets.

"Mr. Zhuo, what about you? Do you hold birthday parties every year?"

"I'm not a person who likes the excitement too much. Like you, I haven't taken a lot of attention to my birthday or have never seen it."

"Is that so? Then we're about the same." Ye Jiaqi changed the topic again, "Mr. Zhuo, then this company will be passed today. I don't feel like there is anything to fight for."

"Okay, pass."

Zhuo Yuanhang drove Ye Jiaqi to the hotel.

In the suite, Ye Jiaqi flipped through her clothes in the closet. Because she had to come out to work, she didn't bring many beautiful clothes, most of which were professional clothes.

She had to choose a relatively less formal dress, a light white floral dress with goose yellow flowers on her head. She tied up her silk, changed into pairs of round pearl earrings, and changed into a pair of white flat leather shoes.

Looking at himself in the mirror, Ye Jiaqi was quite satisfied with him.

Zhuo Yuanhang also changed into a relatively casual blue suit and accompanied her out of the hotel.

"Where do you want to eat? The business district in the city center or Chinatown? What do you want to eat?" Zhuo Yuanhang asked her several questions in a row.

Ye Jiaqi thought for a while: "Let's go eat pickled fish? I haven't eaten it for a long time. I know Mr. Zhuo, you are not afraid of sourness and sourness, and you are not picky about food."

As Zhuo Yuanhang's secretary, she must have known the life habits of her superiors.

"I'm sure I'll eat such a heavy taste on my birthday?"

"Well, try it, see if the pickled fish in Chinatown is delicious or Chicago is delicious."

"If it's delicious, what are you going to do?"

"If the food here is delicious, then when Mr. Zhuo comes to New York for business trips, I'll bring me one?" Ye Jiaqi joked.

"Today is your birthday, and I will meet any request you make."

Ye Jiaqi smiled. The bright light outside the hotel was just shining on her fair face. In the wind, she was graceful and gentle, and there seemed to be a bright light in her eyes.

"Let's go." Zhuo Yuanhang took her to the parking lot, "I'll pass by the cake shop later and buy you a cake."

"No……"..

"Don't refuse." Zhuo Yuanhang didn't give her the chance to refuse.

The sky was not dark yet, and there was still a trace of light in the sky that was not obscured by black, but the street lights were already on in the whole city, and vehicles were coming and going on the road, flowing endlessly.

Zhuo Yuanhang did what he said.

Halfway through the car, he got out of the car, went to the cake shop to buy a cake, and then bought a handful of perfume lily.

As soon as he got up, the car was filled with fragrance and smelled very pleasant.

He put the flower in her arms: "Hold it, it matches your clothes."

"Thank you, Mr. Zhuo."

"What do you thank?" He frowned slightly.

Chinatown has long been decorated with lights and brightly lit. At first glance, it is full of people, and you will be hit by accident.

There are indeed many traditional programs on both sides of the street, such as walking on stilts, putting on lanterns, water sleeve dances, operas... It's not too interesting, and the atmosphere of the Chinese Valentine's Day is very strong.

Ye Jiaqi and Zhuo Yuanhang walked among the crowd and looked around.
Chapter completed!