What to do if your male god is too good at self-attack

Chapter 98 Pink Birthday Cake

He Yue opened her mouth, but finally said "Happy Birthday" dryly, and then closed her mouth again.

Hearing this, Chen Song just smiled.

He was different from Yue Zhou in his youthfulness, with thick eyebrows, raised eyes, thin lips and a smile. No matter how gently he spoke, he still looked a bit vicious.

He Yue felt as if she was being led by Chen Song into a game. When he had patience, he would play with her slowly. When he lost his patience, everything was beyond He Yue's control.

"Why don't you eat?" Chen Song asked. He Yue lowered her head and saw a plate of steak in front of her that had been cut into bite-sized pieces.

"Yes, it's delicious." Ma Feilu seldom eats Western food, as he thinks it is expensive and not filling. Now that he has Chen Song, he has become more and more arrogant, happily chewing a Boston lobster in his hand.

"Brother Song, would you like some drinks?" a waiter came up and asked respectfully.

"Drink, why not drink on such a happy day?" Ma Feilu raised his hand and shouted.

Chen Song glanced at the uneasy He Yue and said, "Bring two glasses of wine." He nodded at He Yue and said, "Give her a glass of orange juice."

He Yue then lowered her head with relief, picked up the fork, and took a bite of the tender beef. The fresh juice overflowed between her teeth. It was really delicious. This chef's skills should be ranked top anywhere.

Seeing He Yue start to eat, Chen Song narrowed his eyes in satisfaction. He would never forget the girl who helped him up outside the high walls of the orphanage. She wore a beautiful princess dress, had bright eyes and white teeth, and was like an angel left by God on earth.

He had done so many bad things in his life that he thought he would never be lucky enough to meet her again, but they did meet after all.

Chen Song regarded this as God's last favor to him.

"This is mine, you won't use yours?"

The suppressed quarrel made He Yue raise her head to look over. The western-style restaurant was not big to begin with, and there was an open round cocktail table in the middle where two waiters were pushing and shoving each other.

"Xiaoyuan, what are you arguing about?"

Seeing that Chen Song looked unhappy, Ma Feilu questioned him.

Xiao Yuan was stunned. Before she could say anything, the chocolate-skinned boy next to her said, "Each of us was assigned a set of bartending tools, but Xiao Yuan grabbed mine."

Xiaoyuan blushed: "Just use it for a while."

The little black head turned away: "That was without my consent."

Seeing that the two people were arguing more fiercely, Ma Feilu had no choice but to speak up: "If you quarrel again, both of you will get out together."

The two men immediately stopped arguing upon hearing this. Xiao Yuan put the two glasses of wine on a tray and walked over. Hiding the fear in her eyes, she placed the glasses of wine in front of Chen Song and Ma Feilu one by one.

Xiao Hei was cleaning the bar in the back, making the towel rustle loudly, and he was venting all his temper on it.

"Why did he only clean half of it?" He Yue muttered.

Madoka glanced back and put the orange juice down, "He's been doing this all the time. He even split the bar in half and only cleaned his."

"Xiao Hei is only so generous." Ma Feilu took a sip of the cocktail and found it sweet but not very alcoholic. "Xiao Yuan, another one."

"Brother Ma, this is enough power." Xiaoyuan reminded.

"Tsk, just mix it when I tell you to." Ma Feilu sent Xiao Yuan to the bartender.

He Yue was still looking towards the bar, her eyebrows slightly furrowed: Something is wrong, something is terribly wrong.

He Yue felt her heart beating very fast, hitting her chest again and again.

"Hey, you're not attracted to Xiao Hei, are you?" Ma Feilu waved his hand in front of He Yue, and He Yue quickly came to her senses: "What did you say?"

"You can't fall for Xiao Hei!" Ma Feilu glanced at Chen Song who seemed to be smiling, implying that He Yue belonged to his brother.

He Yue didn't want to listen to Ma Feilu's teasing. Countless fragments kept flashing through her mind, so she stood up and said, "I'm going to the bathroom."

Chen Song pointed her in a direction and watched He Yue leave in a hurry.

Chen Song really spent a lot of money here. Even the bathroom is beautifully paved with marble tiles, and there is even a small glowing fountain at the door.

But He Yue had no mood to appreciate these. She quickly walked into the bathroom, turned on the faucet, scooped up two handfuls of water and poured them on her face. The cold water made her shiver unconsciously, but also made her much more sober.

The moment he closed his eyes, the scene of Ming Ruowei talking to Yue Fan flashed through his mind.

She spoke one sentence at a time, without stopping her hands. She carefully cleaned the broken grass and leaves on the grave, and wiped the rain off the photos with a tissue.

But this is a joint tomb.

Isn’t the name engraved on the other half of Yue Fan’s tomb the name that Ming Ruowei hates the most?

She hated Ming Ruolan so much, but she still cleaned the other half of the grave!

has a problem!

This matter must be told to Yue Zhou as soon as possible!

As He Yue rushed out of the bathroom, she ran into Xiao Hei head on. Xiao Hei was still immersed in the unhappiness with Xiao Yuan and complained: "Why are you running so fast?"

He Yue grabbed Xiao Hei's sleeve and glanced at Chen Song who was drinking outside. It was his birthday today, so he would definitely not be happy for her to leave first, so she asked, "Is there a back door here?"

"Yes." Xiao Hei pointed at the dim path behind He Yue, "Why not go through the front door?"

He Yue spoke quickly: "Please tell him I'm sorry for me. I have something urgent to do and I need to leave first."

Without waiting for Xiao Hei's consent, He Yue ran away through the back door.

But Xiao Hei was still happy to help. After all, this was a distinguished guest brought by Brother Song. If he helped her, wouldn't it be a chance to show off in front of Brother Song? Xiao Hei happily turned around and went back.

"Brother Song, cake." With Ma Feilu's tacit consent, Xiaoyuan brought up the birthday cake.

Xiaoyuan didn't expect that Chen Song, a man who could call the shots like him, would order a pink birthday cake with a prince and princess hugging and kissing on it, and the hanging dresses were inlaid with sugar beads.

Looking at it this way, if you don’t know, you might think it’s a girl’s birthday.

Xiao Hei pushed Xiao Yuan away and moved closer to Chen Song, nodding and bowing: "Brother Song, that girl left first because of something. I'd like to apologize to you."

Chen Song raised his eyebrows, and stopped tapping the table. The gentleness in his eyes was gone. He looked up at Xiao Hei and tilted his head.

"Why should I ask you to speak for me?" Ma Feilu was extremely dissatisfied with He Yue.

"Didn't we meet at the toilet door?" Xiao Hei smiled apologetically.

Chen Song had already stood up. He had to admit that the wine Xiao Yuan mixed was quite strong. He was a little unsteady when he stood up.

"Why did I meet you?" Chen Song asked.

It seems that Chen Song took Ma Feilu's joke of "taking a fancy to Xiao Hei" seriously. Xiao Hei then realized that something was wrong. He swallowed his saliva and said, "It just happened... It's really just a coincidence."

"Brother, this is just one toilet, it's normal to bump into each other." Ma Feilu didn't think it was a big deal, but he clearly felt Chen Song's displeasure. Today was his brother's birthday, and he didn't want him to be unhappy. "Brother, let me light the candles for you and sing the birthday song!"

Chen Song said nothing and slowly walked behind Xiao Hei.

He could feel Xiao Hei trembling. He was afraid, afraid of him.

Chen Song enjoyed this fear, and when everyone was not able to react, he suddenly raised his hand and pressed Xiao Hei's head into the cake.

"Eat! All for you!"

Xiao Yuan stood at the back trembling, not daring to say a word of advice, and could only look to Ma Feilu for help.

"Brother, don't be angry!"

Ma Feilu grabbed Chen Song's arm.

Xiao Hei's respiratory tract was buried in the sweet cake, and he felt that the oxygen was being deprived little by little.

Chen Song felt the violent struggle in his hand gradually weakening. He waited until the stuffy air in his chest dissipated a little before he let go. Xiao Hei collapsed to the ground like a dead fish.

Chen Song looked down at him and wiped his hands with the napkin on the table: "Check where she went."

After Chen Song finished speaking, he walked away. Xiao Yuan immediately rushed over and helped dig out the cake that was blocking Xiao Hei's breathing. Only then did Xiao Hei breathe a breath of fresh air and recover.

"This stinky bitch." Ma Feilu cursed. The birthday party was ruined just like that.

Ma Feilu took out a few hundred-dollar bills from his pocket, threw them at Xiao Hei impatiently, and hurried to chase Chen Song.